Chapter Eighteen #2
“Only this isn’t a romantic dream we’re trying to sell here, Nancy.” I brace my hands on the glass wall. “And our engagement will be a long one.”
I feel her eyes on me, and then she slides her arm around mine and rests her head against my shoulder. “Once this has been announced, I expect there to be no one else in your bed.” I stiffen at her words. “Whatever you and your secretary had, ends.”
“What we had was an arrangement my father made, as you well know. There is nothing between us.” The lie almost chokes me but it’s necessary to protect Leoni.
“Our marriage will be real,” she adds. “In all departments.” When I don’t reply, she slides her other hand over my chest and looks up at me, smiling, “Who knows, maybe you’ll learn to love me with time.
” And then she steps up on her tiptoes and gently presses her lips to mine.
It’s brief, and for a second, I freeze. Then I step back, letting her arms fall away.
I straighten my tie and head back inside.
Anthony drives into the basement and parks in the usual spot.
As I get out, I make out someone sitting by the lift.
Anthony frowns, pressing one hand to my chest as he quietly moves forward, making sure to keep me behind him.
As we get closer, I see her head fall back, her mouth open slightly, and a low snore escape.
Anthony rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he comes to a stop by Leoni’s sprawled out feet.
“Clock off for the night,” I tell him, crouching beside her and gently brushing the hair away from her face.
She’s still in the dark dress she wore for the funeral; her shoes clutched in her hand. There’s a half-drunk bottle of wine beside her. I pick it up and move it away before scooping her into my arms.
She groans, then rests her head against my chest, curling into me like she can somehow sense it’s me.
I take her straight up to my apartment and into my room. I sit her against me, my fingers dragging the zip down the back of the dress before peeling it from her and laying her down.
As I remove her bra, I press a gentle kiss to her chest, closing my eyes and inhaling the scent of her perfume. Her fingers thread through my hair, and I glance up to see she’s awake. “I didn’t want to be alone,” she whispers, her voice laced with sadness.
I run my nose up her chest, pressing another kiss to her neck. “I’m glad you came to me. Why didn’t you call, I’d have come back sooner.”
She guides my mouth to her breast, and I circle her nipple with my tongue.
“I deleted your number,” she says with a smile.
I glance up, before taking her nipple between my teeth and gently tugging. She cries out, her hands gripping my shoulders. I release it, pressing a quick kiss to her lips and getting up from the bed. She pouts.
“As much as I want to, you’re drunk and sad. A deadly mix for regret and shame come morning.”
Her hand trails down her body, slipping into her underwear, her eyes fixed on me. “Would you rather I went elsewhere?”
That familiar jealous feeling rears its ugly head, and I pull her hand free and lick her fingers clean. “Don’t poke the monster, Little Dove.”
“I haven’t seen Erik for a while.”
Her words have the desired effect, and she giggles when I flip her onto her stomach and slap my hand across her backside.
“I imagine he’s an animal in the bedroom,” she adds, bracing for another. When it doesn’t come, she glances back over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
“You’ve imagined it?” I ask, my tone deadly. “Fucking my brother?”
Her confidence wavers, and she hesitates a second too long. I slap her thigh, then her backside, grabbing the flesh before adding a third. Her soft moans have my cock straining, and I release my belt, dragging it through the loops of my trousers painfully slow.
“When I fuck you, Leoni, it had better be my name you scream,” I murmur, unfastening my button.
I lean close, wrapping my belt around her wrists.
Then I climb on the bed, my knees between her thighs, spreading her legs.
I bring my hand down on her red backside, hard and fast. She gasps, her body jolting.
I slip my finger under the delicate lace of her panties, her heat instantly warming them.
She’s slick with her arousal, and the urge to taste her is strong.
I align my erection with her entrance, slipping the head of my cock in enough to wet it, before dragging it up towards her tight backside. She fidgets, her hands twisting to try free herself from the leather.
I pin her hands above her head and press a gentle kiss to her spine. “I told you not to poke the monster,” I whisper, easing my cock into her arse.
She screams, her body tensing, and I pause just long enough for her to relax before reaching my hand underneath and rubbing her wetness against her swollen clit.
“That’s it, Little Dove, relax.” She groans, twisting her body.
I push my hand to her lower back, watching as I sink into her.
I move my knees to either side of her thighs, pinning her to the bed, and then I begin to move.
I go slow at first, letting her get used to having me there, and when she relaxes, I fuck her fast, gripping her shoulders and chasing the orgasm I can feel building.
I come hard, growling as my body shudders, releasing into her. And as I slide out, I press my thumb against her hole, rubbing my cum into her skin. It’s a claim.
She sighs with relief as I climb from the bed, only to groan when I turn her onto her back. I grin, “You didn’t scream my name.”
“Because I was thinking of your brother,” she says, arching a brow.
I laugh, parting her legs and dropping to my knees. “You’ll regret that,” I mutter, pressing my thumb against her clit.
She arches off the bed. I run my tongue through her wet folds, her scent an aphrodisiac. When I push my fingers inside her, she cries out, her body convulsing around them. “Jesus,” she cries, twisting her face into the pillow.
“I want to hear you,” I warn.
“Warren,” she whispers as I move my fingers faster. I suck her clit into my mouth, and she shudders again. “Please,” she whimpers.
I stand, fisting my cock before pushing inside her. I release her hands from the belt, and they immediately seek me out, lying flat to my chest as I slam into her.
“Say my name, Little Dove,” I murmur against her ear.
“Warren,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed as she nears her release.
I lift her leg, and she groans as I sink in deeper. “Not good enough,” I tell her.
I slide my hand around her throat, and as her orgasm ripples through her, I squeeze tighter, cutting off her airway to intensify the feeling. She shudders hard, her eyes rolling. I release her neck, and she gasps, “Warren,” she screams, her hands gripping my arms as wetness squirts from her.
I smile, satisfied as she clenches around my cock.
I wait for her body to relax before pulling from her. She doesn’t move. Exhausted.
I go to the bathroom and turn on the taps to fill the tub. She needs to sober up so I can do it all again.