Chapter 12
Matteo Ricco
She groans and accepts my vicious kiss with a submissiveness I never expected from my stubborn little rabbit. When her wicked little tongue wakes and demands I give her more, pride flows through me. I made her come so hard she forgot herself for a few blissful moments.
I yank my face away from hers and wrap my hand around her throat. She presses her ass against my hard cock and shudders. Her breath fogs the mirror.
“Get on your knees and taste me, little rabbit,” I growl against her cheek.
When I step back and spin her around, I use my grip on her breast, avoiding her bruised arm.
She follows my lead with little resistance as I thread my fingers into her hair and lower her to her knees.
Uncertainty flashes through her eyes as I free my cock, but I brush my leaking tip across the seam of her lips before stroking myself from base to tip.
The pink tip of her tongue darts out. Her pupils dilate and cheeks flush. She digs her nails into my thighs before leaning forward and swiping her tongue up my slit. I moan and tilt my head back only to miss the visual delight of her on her knees, so I firm my resolve and lower my gaze to hers.
She steals my soul as she wraps dainty fingers around my fist, adding an erotic layer to my hand gripping the base of my cock. Her first few licks are tentative, teasing flicks of her tongue until she grows bolder and presses her lips against me.
Magma swirls in my balls and batters at my control.
She leans back, studies my cock for a moment, then lifts hungry eyes to mine.
She owns me. I’ll do anything for her. Anything.
Carnal delight swims in her chocolate orbs and twists her kiss-swollen lips. She leans forward and takes me deep into her mouth with her eyes locked on mine. When she suctions her lips around me and pulls back with an indulgent groan, I lose control.
Her eagerness to please me fulfills my darkest desires.
Lava erupts from my balls, scorches the inside of my shaft, and spurts from my tip.
Her squeak of shock vibrates into my spine and coerces a deeper, stronger release from me.
I gasp, growl, and snarl as wave after wave of seed bursts from my cock and floods her mouth.
She swallows again and again—driving me crazy with the intense sensations of her teeth and tongue—but pearly white fluid escapes from the corner of her mouth and trails down her chin.
I lean forward and rest my forehead on the mirror. She gags and presses against my thighs. I tilt my hips back, brace a forearm against the glass, and pull her up by her hair. She rises and grabs my shirt front as I pin her against the mirror and take her mouth with reverent sweeps of my tongue.
When I pull back, tears shimmer in her eyes and her breath hitches, but lust no longer blurs her focus.
“You’re perfect, Brook,” I murmur.
She peels her fists away from my shirt and clears her throat.
“That was intense,” she says.
I wipe my seed off her chin with my thumb before slipping it into her mouth. She gently closes her teeth and licks my digit clean.
“Fucking hell, you’re trying to kill me. It will always be intense between us,” I vow.
Despite her spit dripping from my half-hard cock, I tuck myself back into my pants.
She gives a tremulous half-smile as she fixes her bra and adjusts her pants.
“You were wrong again, Mr. Ricco.”
Dread lodges a brick in my stomach as her declaration sweeps the ground out from under me. When she lifts her lips in a wicked smirk, relief spears through me.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me until I begged. I didn’t beg, but you sure did,” she says.
I chuckle and capture her head in my hands.
“No, love. I said I wouldn’t fuck you until you begged. Touching and tasting are fair game,” I murmur against her lips.
She huffs and looks between my eyes for a few moments before opening her mouth to speak.
The attendant knocks on the door. Brook’s expression loses all emotion.
I lament the missed opportunity but know I’ll only damage the progress between us if I push while stubbornness glints in her eyes.
I brush my lips side to side over hers as I respond to the attendant, then give Brook’s bottom lip a gentle nip before lifting my head and caressing her temples.
She shivers and splays her hands over my pectorals. When she drops her gaze to my shoulders and digs her nails into my chest, I realize she’s fighting the urge to push me away.
Hurt flashes through me, but it vanishes when a single tear forms on her lashes. I wipe it away with my thumb and kiss her forehead.
She shoves me away and ducks out of my hold.
I let her go only because I’ll enjoy catching her again.
“That’s only your second outfit, Brook, and it doesn’t count if you don’t try on the skirt, too,” I call as she disappears behind the screen.
Her huff fills me with satisfaction. I take the box of tissues off the side table and offer them to her over the top of the partition. She grumbles as she snatches it from me.
“You’re welcome, little rabbit,” I chuckle as I settle on the couch.
Despite having the most intense orgasm of my life, my libido kicks into high gear the second she steps out in the skirt. Her long legs and perfect ass launch me back into the depths of need, but I behave myself as she tries on several more outfits.
When the third suit is too big for her, I discard it from her count. She closes her fists at her sides and glares at me through the mirror before stomping back behind the partition.
I look through the suits and select two more before grabbing three casual tops, a pair of jeans, and two slacks and adding them to the hooks on the wall near the screen before returning to the couch.
My entire world narrows to her curves when she steps out in the first evening dress.
“Holy hell, little rabbit. You’ll have every man in the room hard if you wear that. Take it off. You’re mine, and I won’t share,” I demand.
She turns and pauses when she sees the extra clothes waiting for her to try on. My skin tingles when she crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me.
“I’m leaving after six outfits,” she declares.
I lean forward and prop my elbows on my knees, ensuring I have her full attention before I speak.
“They sell bikinis here.”
Her pupils shrink and breath hitches.
“Fine, we’ll add a few more articles of clothing, but no swimwear, lingerie, or intimate apparel of any kind,” she says.
I enjoy the sway of her hips as she retreats behind the partition.
I won a skirmish against my vicious little rabbit again. I’ve lost track of who has more points because it doesn’t matter.
She took pieces of me I wasn’t aware existed. I’ll never get them back. I don’t want them back.
I’m hers. She’s mine.
This past week was busier than normal. We launched several vital and innovative projects, so I haven’t had the time to devote a proper investigation into what happened our senior year of high school. The unanswered questions burn in my veins.
I can’t earn Brook’s trust if I don’t understand what went wrong.
The reminder helps me keep my lust in check as my little rabbit continues working her way through the clothes.
When I nix the second and third dresses, she sighs and checks her watch but moves on to the next one.
By the time I’m satisfied with the number of approved selections, impatience wafts from her.
“We missed lunch,” I say. “Come with me for dinner.”
“No. It’s Saturday. I’m off work at five,” she says.
My fingers itch to grab her, pin her against the mirror, and wrap her long legs around my waist, but I cross my arms over my chest as I rise and bite my tongue.
We signed a contract, and as much as I hate limiting my time with her, the agreement keeps her by my side for the foreseeable future, so I don’t argue.
I pay, have her fill out the address for the clothes delivery, usher her to the car, and drop her off at the office building near my penthouse. An ache forms in my chest as I watch her stride away.
I blank my mind and absently drive until I pull into my reserved parking spot.
With a sigh, I exit my car and take the private elevator up to my penthouse.
As I step into the quiet, pristine solitude of my home, I console myself with the knowledge that I’m one step closer to having Brook Simons in my home.
The glass wall overlooking the cityscape holds new appeal.
I’ll have my little rabbit pinned between my body and the clear panes soon.
With no immediate work on the schedule, I grab my laptop and a drink and plop down on the couch. As unanswered questions tumble in my mind, I open the information Mr. Brunswick sent me and scroll to Carol’s photos of our class reunion.
When the suspect list for who could have spiked Brook’s drink neither shrinks nor grows, I growl, toss my laptop onto the couch beside me, and run my hands through my hair.
It’s been a full week, and I still don’t have answers. My frustration grows.
I rise, stomp to the fridge, and swing the doors wide.
The cold air hits my face and clears my muddled mind.
In the addenda, I relented and gave Brook a few hours off work, but nowhere in our contract does it state I must refrain from contacting her for non-work-related matters during her down time.
I slam the fridge closed, grab my keys on my way out the door, and access employee records for her address on my phone as I ride the elevator.
I pay for a day pass and park in the deck underneath her complex. After confirming her apartment number, I visit the front desk and bribe my way into the security room.
A few minutes before her required time off ends, she walks through the lobby and takes the stairs to the third floor before riding the elevator up to her level.
A familiar man opens her door and greets her with a hug. Fury hazes my periphery, so I lean closer to the screen and watch in silence as he pulls her into the apartment and shuts the door behind them.