28. Chapter 28
Veronica
Fuck, my pussy feels raw from riding him.
I lost count after four orgasms. I can say that Miles has ruined my pussy for the next person.
I hate him for that. I hate him for showing up at my doorstep after showing up at Nina’s gym.
My consolation for him pulling that stunt was Nina kicking his ass.
I don’t know why he cares so much about Frank.
I hate that I want to know why, and I hate myself for wanting him.
When Miles asked me to undress in front of him, I thought back to Gemma and all the beautiful women he’s been with in a private room.
My insecurities crept in, but he looks at me like I’m the only woman who exists, and that did something to me.
Not to mention the memory of him fucking me has been on replay.
I’ve found myself masturbating to the image of my legs around his shoulders.
I’m still recovering from my last orgasm when Miles gets up from sitting on the ground.
I look at the large wet spot on the couch.
Fuck, I made a mess. Without saying a word, he picks me up in his arms and takes me to my bathroom.
It’s like I weigh nothing. He sets me down and turns on the shower.
Grabbing my waist, he leans down, his lips hovering over mine.
I can smell myself on him, and he kisses me—my arousal all over him.
The taste is foreign to me. I’ve never tasted myself on anyone.
Miles must sense something because he pulls back.
“Princesa, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lie, and he knows it. Why wouldn’t he? This man knows almost everything about me.
“Tell me,” he orders.
Embarrassed. “I’ve never tasted myself on anyone.”
“Well, let’s change that.” He grabs my face with both hands and kisses me.
This kiss is different—it isn't fireworks; it’s gravity, pulling us into something inevitable.
He presses against me, and I can feel his cock.
My hand travels down his bare chest until it’s over his pants, and I squeeze his rock-hard cock.
His groan makes my pussy clench. He pulls back, takes off the remainder of his gym clothes, and steps into the hot water.
He’s so beautiful—toned and muscular. He extends his hand for me to join him, and I do.
The hot shower feels good against my body, but I’m so fucking turned on.
I face him. “It’s my turn.” I push him against the tile wall and lower myself onto my knees.
The water cascades down my hair and body.
I look up and see his gray eyes are darker.
I grab his hard cock and wrap my lips around the crown.
I suck on it while my other hand strokes his length.
I move to his balls and massage them as I open my mouth wider to take him deep.
So deep that my eyes water. I don’t know where my tears end and the water begins.
I hear him groan as both his hands go to my head.
I pull back and lick his long and thick cock from the base to the tip, over and over again.
Cleaning him of any leftover cum. I knew he couldn’t hold it; I felt the wet spot on his pants.
Without warning, I take him deeper again. I don’t need him to push my head down; I take the reins and do it for him. He’s giving me complete control, and that makes me wild. I’ve never had power over someone’s pleasure. If anything, I was made to feel like I had none.
“Fuck, Veronica. Your mouth was made for my cock.” He groans. “Take what you want, baby.”
He brings me back from my momentary spiraling.
I take all of him. I moan, causing my throat to vibrate around his dick.
His hands tug on my hair, so I do it again.
With one hand still massaging his balls, I use my other to caress his abs.
Holy fuck, he’s ripped. I glide my sharp nails down his body and hear him hiss.
He’s close; I can feel his muscles tense.
“Veronica, I’m going to come. Fuck, baby!”
There he goes again with that nickname. I deep throat him, and he empties himself.
I swallow every single drop. His warm cum slides down my throat, and I want more.
I pull back without breaking eye contact.
I lick my lips, making sure to savor every drop.
As I stand, I see the scratch marks on his chest.
“I need to be inside you again.” It’s not a question.
“Miles, what are we doing?”
“I don’t know.” He puts his forehead to mine. “That’s a conversation for tomorrow. All I know is that right now, I need to be inside you.”
“I have condoms in my nightstand.”
He pulls back, giving me a look of disapproval. “Why do you have condoms in your nightstand?”
“Because I’m a twenty-three-year-old single woman with a healthy sexual appetite. Not that it’s your business.”
His eyes darken. It’s not the lustful shade of gray; no, this is different. “Were you planning on fucking Frank?”
There goes the moment. What a presumptuous asshole. “Maybe. Again, not your business.” Frank is not my type. He’s my father’s age. But just because Miles said it, I egg him on. He gets out of the shower and grabs my towel off the towel rack.
“You aren’t fucking anyone, Veronica.”
Is he serious? I follow him and grab my robe. Fuck this and fuck him. “You’re telling me that you won’t be going back to the club to fuck Gemma or whoever else you fuck? Please. I wasn’t expecting anything out of this. Sorry to burst your egomaniac bubble.”
He eats up the small space between us in no time. “Don’t test me, Princesa.”
I smile. “You can leave now. Thanks for the orgasms.”
“I’m warning you,” he says in a low growl.
“You can go now, Miles. I have to get up early to meet my friend for coffee.”
“Which friend?” he asks, as if I’m going to tell him.
I don’t tell him it’s Frank. “Why tell you when I know you’ll find out tomorrow?” I’m playing with fire, I know, but I don’t care.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He wraps the towel around his waist, picks up his clothes from the floor, and walks out. I hear the front door slam shut behind him.
I go to my nightstand and open the top drawer.
The new box of condoms stares back at me unopened.
I walk to the living room and grab my phone.
I pull up the text message from Frank, confirming tomorrow.
I’ve become quite fond of him. He’s also on a healing journey.
He shared that he lost his daughter a couple of years ago.
There is so much grief when he talks about her.
I can see the pain in his eyes. It’s nice to be there for someone without having to share my shit.
I’m exhausted. I return to the shower and get cleaned up, then I head to bed. I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping when I hear someone.
“Shhh, Princesa.” His voice is low and soft.
Tender. I feel his warm hand caressing my cheek.
I try to lean into it, but I can’t. Then the hand pulls away.
My arms feel like they are stuck on something.
I try to turn my body, but I can’t. My body recognizes that this isn’t right, and it begins to panic.
“Just relax.” The low and soft tone of his voice has disappeared.
I open my eyes and find Miles sitting on the edge of the bed.
Looking at me with one of his wicked—but sexy-as-hell—smiles.
I try to get up, but I can’t. I look at my hands and see that I’m bound to the bed by my wrists.
What the hell? I don’t have bedposts. I look closer, and the straps go under my bed.
I must have slept hard for me not to hear him.
“What the fuck did you do to me? How did you get into my apartment?” I shout.
He laughs; the fucker actually laughs. “Isn’t it obvious? I told you earlier. You aren’t going on a coffee date and especially not with Frank or anyone else.” His hand goes into his pocket, and he pulls out a key—my apartment key—and he knows it’s with Frank because of course he does.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind, Miles? It’s a coffee with a friend. You know what friends are, right?”
“I doubt he has any intentions of just being your friend. I saw the way he looked at you.”
I try to wiggle my body, as if that’s going to do anything.
“You’re being fucking infuriating, you know that,” I scream. “No wonder you’re friends with my brothers and cousins.” I’m so angry that all I see is red. “You had these in your apartment?” I motion to the restraints.
He places his hand over his heart. “Baby, you wound me.”
“Stop calling me baby, you asshole.” I continue to tug and wiggle.
“To answer your question, no, I didn’t have them in my apartment. I went and got them just for you.” He’s still smiling. “I’m not going to lie. This is a great view. How about you wiggle some more? I love seeing your tits bounce.”
“You know what? When I get out of here, I’m going to see Frank and fuck his brains out. Just to prove I can.”
I feel the shift in the air around us, and I know I’ve fucked up, but I won’t admit it. He walks next to me, lowering his face, and brushes his nose along mine. “You’re such a disobedient brat. I’ll keep you locked up if needed.” He straightens and then walks out the door.
I scream as he walks out of the room. “I’m going to fucking kill you, Miles.” I hear his laugh echo in the hallway, then it stops when the front door is closed. “Ahhhhhh! You fucking asshole! I hate you so much!”
I exhaust myself trying to figure out how to get out of this predicament. I tug the restraints in hopes that I can get them off the bed frame, but I can’t. I have no idea where my phone is. I tried to open my nightstand with my foot, but all I did was knock it to the ground.
I consider yelling, but there is no one here to help me. I hear footsteps approach, but I never heard the front door open. He never even left the apartment. Motherfucker. I close my eyes and pretend I'm sleeping. I hear him approach.
“I know you’re awake.” I can practically hear him laughing.