Chapter Twenty-Two
Addison
I wake up an hour later, and it’s because my body is humming with arousal. I spent the better half of the day wounded so tightly that I was on the edge of release. When I finally did get to cum, it wasn’t as satisfying as I thought it would be. I needed more.
I’m still pissed about that.
Did I deserve it? Personally, I don’t think so. So what if I scrapbooked in one of his precious encyclopedias and covered his desk in glitter? It’s not a cause for me to be denied an orgasm.
Oh…
Maybe I am a brat?
Well, why stop the streak now?
Another part of me is a little offended. After Rowan showed me his scars, I think he was expecting me to look at him differently. I was upset for him. No kid deserves to go through that, and it pained me even more when I realized he was expecting disgust.
Well, he doesn't know me as well as he thinks he does, then, and I plan to show him just how unchanged I am.
I glance over my shoulder at him and ease my hips back until my ass rubs against his half-mast cock. Even when it isn’t fully hard, it has me second-guessing my actions before a strong hand grabs my hips and grinds me back into it.
“You’re playing with fire, Sunshine.” Comes Rowan’s rough morning voice.
It causes my insides to liquify as I glance over my shoulder with an innocent look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Half-lidded eyes burn into mine as he pushes his hips close to mine. “Mhmm. And what if I fuck you until you forget your name? Then what?”
I bite my lip as his cock grinds into me. “That’s not possible.”
“Oh?” He sounds dangerous from behind me. “Should we put it to the test?”
“I-I’ll win because that won’t happen.”
He flips me over onto my back before pinning my wrists above my head and shoving between my thighs. “Alright, Sunshine. Don’t worry. I’ll remind you of who you are.” He leans close, his lips brushing over mine. “You’re mine.”
“And I’ll laugh when I’m completely lucid,” I nip at his lower lip, challenge swirling in my eyes. “Keep dreaming.”
He yanks his shirt off of me before resting back on his thighs and unbuttoning his pants. “I only dream of you.” He winks.
I roll my eyes. “Of course you do. I’m great.”
He grabs my cheeks, getting my attention as he leans closer. “Just so we’re clear, I respect you and I would never hurt you, Sunshine. Because the way I’m about to fold you up is anything but respectful.”
My brow furrows. “What?”
He’s off the bed before I can process his words. He loses his pants and boxers until he’s in all his bare glory before me. I’m struck by how perfect he is.
He isn’t a lean kind of muscle. His thighs are thick and sculpted, and the expanse of his chest is wide and strong.
The ink stretching over his skin is beautiful, but it’s nothing compared to the man beneath it.
He could have forgone the tattoos, and he would have been just as mouth-watering as he is now.
Just wow.
Oh, fuck. Am I drooling?
He grabs my ankle, shocking me out of my trance as he drags me down the bed. I try to scramble away, but he overpowers me as he flips me over, and my feet hit the cold floor.
“Up we go,” he says easily before pulling my hair until I’m standing upright with my back to him. He side-steps me and sits down on the bed before patting his lap. “Sit down.”
My eyes narrow on him as I turn and ease down onto his lap. “What do you mean up—OH MY GOD!” He hooks his arms under my legs, and my back presses against his chest. He takes his hands and braces them on the back of my neck as he stands with me.
“Look forward, Sunshine. In the mirror.” He commands.
Oh, I’m looking, and I’m slack-jawed at what I see. He has me in a full Nelson as he holds me like I’m a slip of a woman and not one hundred and sixty pounds.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper.
“Oh, fuck is right.” He muses. “You’re going to watch me ruin you like this.”
My mouth moves, but no sound comes out as he positions himself at my entrance.
“Wait!” I call out, but he doesn’t listen as he nudges himself forward, and I take the first inch of him.
“Don’t get scared now,” he grits. “You can take it.”
I swallow, breathing through it as he sinks me a little lower. This position is open and intense. I can feel everything, and all I can do is hold onto his forearms as he begins to pump his hips shallowly.
“Halfway,” he rasps.
My eyes screw shut as I take him to the base, and I let out a garbled scream that teeters between pain and pleasure.
“Open your fucking eyes, Addison.” He commands harshly, causing my eyelids to fly open. “Watch me wreck this pussy, baby.”
Oh, fuck me! What have I done?
He lifts me until just the head of his cock rests inside of me. My core squelches and aches with need as our eyes lock in the mirror, and he slams me down on him.
An involuntary ‘uhn’ sound falls from my lips as I feel him in my stomach. He’s going to split me in two at this rate.
It makes desperation claw at me, and that mixed feeling of not knowing whether I want more or less plagues my reason.
My nails bite into the flesh of his arms, but he’s completely unbothered by my turmoil as he sets a brutal pace.
He uses his arms to lift me before slamming me back down onto his rocking hips.
“You’re taking me so well,” he praises through gritted teeth. “Can you still remember your name?”
He slams me back down, knocking the breath from me. “Yes!”
He sucks his teeth, “Then I need to try harder. Don’t you think?”
No! Yes!
Fuck, I don’t know!
Why is he asking me questions right now while he’s rearranging my insides?
His thrusts become deeper and faster as he moves me with expert precision.
The room around us blurs, and all I can do is bear down as he stretches me to fit him.
I’ve been on the edge of an orgasm all day, so when the first one tears through me and I clench around his length like a vice, I scream out until my voice dies down to a pathetic mewl.
He continues to fuck me through it, whispering naughty praise in my ear as if I’ve just given him the best gift in the world and not like I’m about to pass out from pleasure.
It’s too much, but perfect all at the same time. My brain feels numb as my jaw slackens, and I can’t formulate words.
“How about now, hmm?” He mocks in my ear. “What’s your name, Sunshine?”
I make the pronunciation of the letter A, but nothing follows as another desperate cry leaves me. My pussy is milking his cock, my walls fluttering around him as another orgasm builds. He slams into something deep inside of me, and I see stars.
This orgasm is brutal, taking my breath with it as I bite down on my bottom lip. My hands claw at him, begging for purchase, but I can’t get a grip as I slip into numbing pleasure.
“Let me help you,” he breathes harshly in a whisper. “All you need to know is that you’re mine. Who do you belong to, Sunshine?”
As my vision slowly begins to focus again, I become trapped in his predator-like stare in the vanity’s mirror. Everything around us is too much, and all I can see is him.
“Y-you…” my lips wobble. Tears well in the corners of my eyes, and I let them fall free despite how vulnerable I look.
“That’s right,” he growls. “You belong to me. I took you, and now I’m going to fucking mark you as mine. I’ll own every part of you, Addison. Your body, your mind, and your fucking soul.”
It sounds final—heavily cemented in the air around us like a fucked up promise. This could come back to bite me in the ass later, but I’ve never been yearned for. No man has ever shown me the delusional fascination Rowan has, and it’s becoming addictive.
“Are you crying for me, baby?” He asks with a smirk. “You know I love it when you cry for me.”
He punctuates his words by slamming me back down on him without mercy. My core spasms in a way it never has as specks dance in my vision.
There’s a dark chuckle from behind me, and I stare at my reflection in shock as wetness coats Rowan’s legs and the floor.
“You must really like this,” he croons. “Is this your first time squirting, Sunshine? Am I your first?”
My mouth moves without sound before he picks up speed and rocks his hips harshly against mine.
Sensory overload rattles my brain, and I’m left reeling as my nails claw at his forearms. He’s feral, grunting as he controls me until his movements become sloppy and unfocused.
His rhythm slips before he buries himself deep, and warmth floods my core.
I can’t tell if I’m excited it’s over, or if I want him to keep going. It’s the hardest anyone has ever fucked me, and I don’t know if I want to beg for mercy or praise the heavens for giving this man such an insane dick game.
“Are you okay?” Comes his soft question the moment he gains his composure. He backs us toward the bed before sitting down and unraveling my limbs until I fall back on his chest.
“You fucked the sense right out of me,” I mumble in shock.
He gingerly brushes my damp hair away from my face, feathering light kisses around my temple. “Mhmm. You haven’t eaten all day.”
My brow knits. “Who can think of food at a time like this? Who can think?”
He chuckles against my skin. “We can do your first lesson tonight.”
“Oh, no, no, no!” I smile. “I don’t think I can walk after that. Much less stand for whatever three-course meal you plan to prepare.”
He snorts. “Three courses? That’s not enough after today.”
I turn toward him, struck by how soft his features look in the afternoon light. He stares at me with something tender and cozy in his eyes, and it makes my heart pound. I lift my hand to his cheek, turning him as I tilt my chin up and our lips connect in a slow, sensual kiss.
Sparks fly across my skin, and I let the uncertainty go. It’s hard for me, but with Rowan, it all seems possible. I don’t find myself taking note of the exits or making an escape route. I feel…content.
We part, and I’m the first to break our moment. “I’m not hungry.”
He frowns, making a deep sound of displeasure. “You need water and food. I won’t take any argument on that.”
My eyes narrow. “I know what my body needs.”
“Iced coffee doesn’t cure dehydration, Sunshine.” He chides.
An iced coffee would really hit the spot right now.
“Don’t even think about it,” he says sternly.
Is he reading my mind?
I sigh. “Carry me, and make me dinner.”
“Is that a command?”
“Yup.” I boop his nose, and he lifts a brow. But he doesn’t complain as he scoops me up and carries me down the stairs.