25. Chapter 25
Veronica
I can’t believe this is actually happening.
I walk down the hallway toward the private room reserved for me, my heart hammering against my ribs.
I’m a total ball of nerves. Thinking back to just a couple of hours ago, when Bere called to tell me that Miles had requested Gemma for tonight, I knew instantly it was the perfect opportunity to prove a point.
Bere picked me up from my apartment and brought me here, no doubt using my presence as a convenient excuse to see her man.
I’m surprised Miles didn't even notice me leaving the apartment. He dropped the ball, and it’s working in my favor.
I reach the door, the weight of the moment pressing down on me, knowing that tonight, the roles are finally shifting.
I push the door open. The lights are low, casting long amber shadows across the space.
A massive canopy bed sits against the far wall, with heavy, dramatic draping.
Directly in front of it is a love seat, placed perfectly, I assume, for the voyeurs who frequent these rooms. To my right, a wall is lined with paddles, floggers, and restraints, all gleaming faintly in the dim light.
I’m still taking in the room when I feel Simon press his chest against my back. His cock is hard against me. Without a word, he motions for me to enter, his hand firm on the small of my back. He’s in a hurry, which is bold considering he’s the first man I met tonight and decided to fuck on a whim.
Suddenly, Simon’s grip on me tightens as he’s violently jerked backward. I stumble, nearly losing my footing, but manage to steady myself just in time. I spin around and see Miles. He has Simon by the collar, his knuckles white as he slams him against the wall with enough force to break the door.
“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Miles bellows, his voice raw with a possessiveness that shakes the walls. He’s looming over Simon, his face inches from the other man’s. “I will break every bone in your goddamn body.”
I lunge forward, grabbing Miles by his bicep. I try to wrench him away, but it’s like trying to move a mountain; he’s nothing but solid, vibrating muscle.
“Let him go, Miles!” I shout.
He doesn't budge, his focus entirely consumed by the man pinned to the wall. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a movement. I turn my head slightly and see a woman standing just a few feet away, watching the chaos—Gemma.
I stare as Simon throws his hands up in a frantic gesture of surrender. The sight makes my stomach turn. After all that at the bar, he folds the second a real threat enters the room. What a pussy.
Miles releases his grip, and Simon doesn't wait; he all but runs. Then Miles turns to me. He steps forward, and instinctively, I take one back. My heels click against the floor, the only sound in the room, until the heavy thud of the door closing echoes through the space. He shuts it firmly, sealing us inside and locking the world out. He completely disregards Gemma, who was just standing there. His focus is locked on me. When I decided to push his buttons, I didn’t know what to expect, but his reaction like this is beyond what I’d imagined.
If anything, I thought he’d try to drag me out, but he’d be unable to.
Sebastian wouldn’t allow it because of Bere.
"What the fuck were you thinking, coming here?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble.
"I thought I deserved to have some fun." I offer him a sharp, defiant smile. "I need to get laid, Miles. Why not come here?"
"You don’t belong here," he snaps, his eyes darkening with a mix of fury and something that looks a lot like lust. I must be imagining it.
"That’s hypocritical and misogynistic, don’t you think?
" I bite back a smile, watching the way he reacts.
"Plus, it’s not like I can just pull up a dating app.
" He stiffens, his entire frame vibrating with suppressed rage.
"So, if you don't mind," I say, “be a good boy and step out of my way.” My voice is light, even as my heart hammers against my ribs.
I begin to walk toward the door, my chin held high.
"I need to find myself a toy for tonight. "
I don't make it two steps. He grabs my arm and jerks me back, pulling me flush against him. His body feels rigid with tension, and he leans in close.
"You drive me out of my mind, you know that?" he says, his voice tight. I feel it in my core.
I tilt my head back, meeting his gaze with a defiance I don't truly feel. "I could say the same thing about you."
The air between us is thick, charged with friction.
I can feel the heat radiating off him, a silent demand for me to back down, but I meet his stare with everything I have left.
The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, as we wait to see who will break first, or if we’ll both go down in the flames of whatever this is.
His lips collide with mine in a crash of pent-up frustration and hunger. There is no gentleness in the contact, only a desperate, crushing need that mirrors the chaos of the last few weeks, months.
I don't hesitate. I open for him immediately, my hands finding his hair as I pull him closer, surrendering to the very thing I was trying to run from.
The taste of him—familiar, dark, and overwhelming—drowns out the lingering scent of the club and the memory of Simon.
Every bit of defiance I held seconds ago dissolves, leaving only the heat of his body.
“You drive me completely out of my mind,” he repeats, his voice more of a growl than a sentence.
“You already said that, remember?” I breathe against his lips, my own voice trembling with the need coursing through me. His hands move down my body slowly.
“You and this fucking body.” I pull back just enough to look at him.
His bottom lip is already starting to swell from the force of our kiss, and his short, curly hair is a mess where I’ve been gripping it.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he says, his eyes dark and dilated.
He must see the flash of relief in my expression because he doesn't stop. He continues to praise me; his words vibrate against my skin. “I lost my shit when I thought about that asshole’s hands on you.”
The possessiveness in his tone should probably scare me, but instead, it’s the catalyst I need.
I don’t hesitate to pull him back to me, deepening the kiss until we’re both breathless.
I sink my teeth into his lip, and the sound he makes, a deep groan, vibrates through my entire body.
My pussy throbs in response. The aching pulse needs him to stop talking and start showing me exactly how much he’s lost his mind.
“We should stop this,” he says, his voice thick and strained, even as his hands remain locked on my hips.
“Yes, we should.” I breathe out, my heart hammering against my ribs. “This is a horrible idea.”
I voice the confirmation, but my actions betray me. I keep moving backward until the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed. The mattress is soft and inviting, a sharp contrast to the rigid tension in Miles’s body.
“Fuck it,” he growls, his resolve finally snapping.
He starts to unbutton his shirt, his movements frantic, fueled by the same needs as mine.
My breath catches in my throat as the fabric falls away, revealing his perfectly sculpted body.
The dim light of the room plays over the hard planes of his chest and the sharp lines of his abdomen.
I can feel my insecurities start to creep in.
He must sense my thoughts so places his hand on my cheek.
“You’re so goddamn breathtaking,” he whispers.
The intensity in his gaze is enough to make my knees weak.
His hands move to the hem of my top and lift it over my head, then he throws it on the floor.
My nude lace bra is on display. He moves his hands to unclip the back of it.
Then his attention moves to the top of my miniskirt, and he kneels as he pulls it down, exposing my soaked lace thong.
“Fuck me.” He groans. “I can smell you.”
I can’t speak. I’m so caught up in the moment.
His face lingers in front of my pussy. He’s just smelling me.
I don’t know why, but that’s the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me.
Miles’s hands move up the back of my calves to my thighs.
He makes his way to my hips and grabs the small, thin fabric and pulls my thong down.
“Raise your foot.” And I do, one at a time until I’m bare, then he rises to his feet.
He takes my hand and places it over his cock.
I can see the outline of it through his pants, and fuck, is it big.
He gives me a wicked smile. “It’s time for me to show you that I don’t have a limp dick.
I’m going to make you choke on those words, or better yet, my cock.
But tonight, I’m going to fucking punish this pussy for almost letting someone else give it attention. ”
I’m in a daze of need. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I swear I’m going to combust. He unzips his pants and removes them, along with his boxers.
“Lie down,” he orders, and I do as I’m told.
My pussy is aching. He grabs a condom from the table that’s next to the bed.
I’m mesmerized, and he tears the foil, rolling the condom over his length.
He places his hands on my thighs and spreads them, then wrapping his arms around my thighs, he brings me to the edge of the bed.
He looks at my pussy. “For someone you hate, this pussy sure wants my attention.”
“Unfortunately, it’s got a mind of its own and tends to make stupid decisions,” I bite back.
He doesn’t say anything and slams into me.
Without any warning, he bottoms out. And fuck, does it feel amazing.
This isn’t making love, this is fucking.
Simple as that. He slams into me over and over again.
Not once does he look away. One of his arms releases my thigh so he can slap my breast hard, and fuck, does it hurt.
The sting fades, and it’s replaced by pleasure.
Miles must see the effect it has on me because he does it to my other breast. Then his hand returns to my thigh.
“Oh, Princesa, this is going to be rough.”
“Fuck you, lapdog,” I mutter in between moans.
He slams into me. No mercy, no tenderness. It’s exactly what I need. I feel the tingle in my spine.
“More, Miles, please. I need more.”
He gives me what I ask for. This is all the pent-up frustration, the name-calling, the lies. I grab onto the bed sheets as I feel myself going over the edge.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck. Yes!” I scream. My pussy is clenching around his cock. I hear him grunt as he comes. His cock is throbbing inside me, but he doesn’t break eye contact. Finally, he pulls out. He discards the used condom, but I look at his cock, and he’s still hard.
“Oh, Princesa, we’re not finished.”
My eyes widen, and I swear I hear a chuckle. He places another condom on his rock-hard cock. Before he pushes inside me, again without warning. He bends down and sucks on my nipples.
“Mmm, deliciosa.”
I don’t have time to react. He grabs my legs and puts them over his shoulders; my heels are still on. He’s deeper, so much deeper inside me. Miles is strong; I can tell by the way he effortlessly carries my body weight.
“Fuck, Veronica, you feel so good.”
I’m caught off guard by the use of my name; it feels so intimate. I brush the feeling aside and focus on the sound of his body against mine. I already know I’m going to be sore.
“Play with your nipples,” he orders, and I do as I’m told.
I don’t talk back; I just do it. The sight of a reckless Miles is undoing me more than it should.
He’s always too in control, but this version is something else.
I move my hands to my breast and pinch my nipples—hard.
A loud moan escapes my lips. Then I slap my breasts.
“Yes, do it again.” The lust in his eyes is intoxicating.
I give in to his commands. I may hate the guy, but he knows how to fuck me. I’m so close to coming.
“Miles, I need to come,” I shout.
“Fuck, Princesa.” His moans are loud. “Remember who made you come tonight. When you walk out the door, remember it was me who fucked this pussy into oblivion.”
“I hate you, Miles.”
“Well, not enough to stop you from coming. Now come for me.”
I can’t hold my orgasm back. Not with the way he’s slamming into me and making me see stars.
Damn him. I feel him come inside me again.
Time stands still; he doesn’t take his eyes off me as he pulls out.
He walks to the corner of the room and returns with a cloth.
He takes his time cleaning me, his movements methodical and calm.
The realization hits me, the ease and familiarity with which he navigates this space.
This is where he fucks Gemma; this is where he brings god knows who else.
The bubble shatters, replaced by the reality of the room’s purpose.
I scramble off the bed and reach for my clothes, dressing quickly. I head straight for the door. "Thanks for the fuck," is all I say. I don't wait for his reaction. I just walk out the door.