Chapter 14 #2
What a fucker of a day. I leaned back against the island and closed my eyes.
My men and I were working around the clock, and there never seemed to be enough hours in the day.
I was exhausted and horny, but not for just anyone.
The only woman who came close to making my dick hard was asleep, alone, in her bedroom upstairs.
And it had been this way since I had crossed my own damn line with her.
It didn’t matter how much I drank or how much I worked.
Every single night, I thought of her. I played, on repeat, the memory of her arching against me while her entire body shook with her orgasm.
And every single night, that memory got me hard.
Then, as punishment, I didn’t let myself release to the thought of her.
I felt like that violated her in some weird way, and I couldn’t bring myself to get off to the thought of her. Tonight, like every other night, my dick was ready, hard and throbbing, without any promise of relief.
“Are you okay?” a soft voice asked from the other side of the island.
I opened my eyes and she stood there, in the shadows, like some sort of mirage from all my darkest fantasies.
She wore a cropped white tank top that did little to hide the beautiful curve of her breasts or the chilled nipples that pressed, two perfect peaked nubs, against the thin fabric.
She wore a silky little pair of shorts, and her feet were bare.
Her long hair was a torrent of curls down her back, and she looked sleepy.
“What are you doing up?” My voice was gruff.
“I came to get some water.” She sounded nervous.
I swirled the ice in my glass and took a long sip of my vodka, but I didn’t speak.
She crossed the kitchen, and I watched as she stretched up to reach the glass, which pulled her crop top a bit higher. Her full breasts jiggled with the effort.
I swallowed hard and took another sip.
She looked at me carefully as she used the fridge dispenser to fill her glass with ice and water.
I, in turn, couldn’t take my eyes off those magnificent breasts in her skimpy top.
She took a slow sip of her water, her eyes never leaving me.
“Mila.”
She swallowed. “Yes?”
“You’re pushing your luck.”
She froze, her eyes wide and curious. “What do you mean?”
I drained my glass and then leaned over and poured myself another shot that was generous enough to blur my judgment. “You want me to tell you how you’re pushing your luck?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
I took another long sip. It was going down like water. “I’ve been drinking, Mila, and you know what I’m thinking about?”
“I don’t know.” She really had no idea.
I tossed back the remainder of my glass and then focused on her luscious breasts and the smooth skin of her torso. “I’m thinking about how it felt to fuck you with my fingers. And I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what I’d like to do next.”
Her eyes were wide and her mouth was parted in shock, but she didn’t look scared. She looked curious. “What do you mean?”
I could feel my hard cock straining against my pants.
I had no intention of touching her, but that didn’t stop me from speaking my fantasies out loud.
“I’d like to strip you naked and spread you wide open right here on this counter.
Then I’d torture you with my mouth. And I wouldn’t stop until you came on my face repeatedly. ”
She swallowed, and her nipples were so hard they were taut points beneath the soft fabric. She looked at the island and then back at me. “With your tongue?”
It was both torturous and hot to tell her exactly what I wanted to do to her.
“And my fingers.” I carefully set down my glass on the granite countertop, fighting the vodka that coursed through my veins.
“But first I’d need to fuck you. So I’d bend you over the counter and pull down those cute little shorts and I’d play with those nipples that have been teasing me since you walked in the room.
I’d make sure you were hot and wet before I buried my cock in your tight pussy. ”
The fact that she didn’t know I wasn’t about to follow through on my words made it even hotter. She looked tempted, scared and bothered, all in one go. “And then what would happen?”
I knew in some way she was asking what would be the consequence of doing exactly that, but I deliberately misinterpreted her question.
“I’d make you come so many times you’d forget your own name.”
Against my will, I crossed the kitchen until I stood directly in front of her. Temptation coursed through my blood, leaving me nearly blind with need.
I somehow managed to hold on to my last shred of decency and gave her a stark warning. It held more truth than she probably realized.
“You have two seconds to leave, Mila. If you don’t, I’m going to put you on your knees and ruin you. I’ll fuck you until you’re dripping, shaking and begging for more.”
“Axel,” she gasped softly. Her breasts heaved with emotion, straining against her top. Her wide eyes were pinned to my face as she assessed if I was telling her the truth.
The vodka was rapidly eroding my self control. I slid my hand up her top, and my fingers traced her hard nipple. I rolled it between my fingertips.
Her lips parted as she gasped with pleasure.
“I’m warning you, Mila. This will change everything.” I squeezed her nipple with the perfect amount of pressure. Pain and pleasure. Her eyes widened and her lips parted as she started to pant a little bit.
“How?”
I lowered my mouth to hers, capturing her lips with mine. Her mouth was soft against my mine and she moaned when I roughly sucked on her bottom lip.
“This marriage will be real if we consummate it.” I spoke against her mouth. “That’s not something you want.”
“Why?” Her voice was breathless and she pressed her lower body against mine.
I gave her nipple another sharp tug, and I felt her jerk in response. The heat between us was real, which is why I had to push her away. Better to scare her with my words than ruin her later.
“Because then I will own you.”
Lust and fear crossed her face. Her voice was breathless. “What do you mean?”
The possession in my voice unsettled me. “If we cross that line, I promise I’ll own you with every mind-numbing orgasm I give you.”
Her chest rose and fell as she debated that option.
I needed this conversation to end before my resolve crumbled. “When you give yourself to me, you will fully belong to me. Choose carefully.” I pushed my hand between her thighs. Her silky shorts were soaked with her arousal, tempting me beyond measure.
She responded with a moan.
I spoke low in her ear. “I promise you can’t handle what I will do to you.”
With heroic willpower, I somehow managed to drop my hands and step back.
She stood there, her chest heaving with emotion, and then she spun on her bare heels, sloshing water and ice out of her glass as she disappeared into the shadows.