Sin "No." My voice sounds almost as hard as my dick. I wince.
She could have asked for my money, my empire, my fucking heart, at that moment and I’d have given it... Okay,
maybe not the last one. Dominance in bed is the one thing I will not compromise on.
She tilts her head, the expression on her face a mirror to the one I’ve pulled on her so often. The back of my neck
heats. My cock leaps against my palm. How is it that I can possibly find her attempt to take control so... so
arousing?
I glare at her, and she sets her jaw.
"You said you’d give me your body."
I jerk my chin.
"Then this..." she stares at my crotch, "all of this is mine."
This woman. Fuck. How can she surprise me so much?
Blood rushes to my groin. My balls grow so hard that I am sure I’m going to jizz myself right there, right now.
"You’ll let me take your ass."
She nods.
"Your pussy."
She hesitates, then tosses her head.
"Your mouth."
The pulse beats so fast at her throat that I am sure it’s going to tear through her skin.
"At the same time?"
I tilt my head and she juts out her chin. "Okay."
"Anytime I want?"
She squeezes her eyes together, "Why do I get a feeling I am going to regret this?"
You have no idea, little Bird.
She cracks her eyelids open. "What else?"
Smart woman, she knows I am not done yet, hmm? A surge of pride fills my chest. She’s come far, my wife, in a
few days.
"I will allow you to lead..." Her breath catches.
"Once."
"You..." She swallows. "You’d do that?"
Yeah, what I said earlier? Clearly, I am bloody good at lying to myself, for when it comes to her... Turns out, I am
unable to disappoint her. All for a reason, of course. It’s the long game that matters. That’s me. I bide my time.
Never retreat. Ke ep my focus on the target. Revenge. What a hollow word. It’s second nature now. It’s what’s
driven me so far. I can’t let down the Seven either. Giving up the thing that defines me? A price I hadn’t thought
I’d ever have to pay.
Doing it for her? Yeah, only her. Only for her.
"Don’t celebrate yet." I splay my fingers on the back of her waist. She flattens her shoulders, her arse juts out.
Perfectly heart-shaped. My beautiful responsive, Bird.
I line up my dick with the crease between her butt cheeks. She squirms. I apply enough pressure, so she turns her
head toward me. I drop my head and brush my mouth over hers. She stiffens. I swipe my tongue between her lips
and she whimpers. I tilt my head, de epen the kiss and she
opens for me. I draw from her, suck on her tongue, bite down on the infuriating crease in her lower lip. She cries
out and I swallow down the sound, at the same time that I slide my hips forward.
My cock nudges against her back hole and she murmurs de ep in her throat.
I slip my fingers in between her legs and play with her pussy. She shudders, parts her legs, and I slide two fingers
into her melting pussy. Her spine arches, she thrusts out her butt, and I slip in. I rub my heel on her clit, kiss her
with even more intensity.
Her arm comes up and she holds onto my neck as she bows into me.
My sweet Bird. I slide my finger inside her pussy and her knees buckle. I tighten my grip on her nape. A trembling
swe eps up her body. She digs her fingers into my skin. I tear my lips from hers and she swallows. Pupils blown,
lips parted and swollen from my kisses. I drag my palm down her spine.
When I apply pressure, she bends.
Lowers her head to the desk, her cheek, once more, flush with the antique surface. A thing of beauty, a perfect
composition. A merger that clicks into place effortlessly.
She’s all that. She’s mine. I grip her hips and thrust forward; her entire body jerks. And again. My balls harden and
pressure builds in my groin. I need more. Much more. I pull out of her, then flip her over. The front of her dress
falls open.
She blinks, wide-eyed. Her lips part.
I don’t hesitate. I bend with her, over her, touch my lips to hers and kiss her. Drag my hands up her hips to her
breasts, cup them, and squeeze her nipples. She moans, the sound so sweet, so right.
I bring my hands down to her thighs, pull them wide apart. She swings her legs up and around my waist. Fuck. I
grit my teeth; I need to slow down. Sweat beads my
forehead. My heartbeat thunders in my ears. What’s happening to me? This was meant to be some kind of hate
fuck. A last try to overcome whatever hold she has on me.
I’d sweetened her up with words—well, it was all truth, really— then tried to break her. Instead, it’s me who’s
broken.
I squeeze the base of my dick, position myself at the entrance to her we eping pussy. Then tip my head up to stare
into her eyes.
"I’m going to fuck you now."
She nods.
"You can say ‘No.’ " "Yes."
"Last chance to walk away." Am I warning her or myself?
"Oh, for heaven's sake." She grabs my dick, lines me up with her slit, then slides forward.
She impales herself on my shaft. My cock slips all the way home. I can’t stop the growl that rips out of me.
Holding her gaze, I grip her hips, withdraw until I’m poised at the opening of her pussy. Pause a beat. Another.
Then I thrust into her so hard that the entire desk shakes.
She links her arms around my neck and holds on.
"Good girl."
I proceed to fuck her with an intensity I’ve never felt before. A complete carnal possession that overrides any other
intention I may have ever held.
Remember what I said about fucking thoughts of any other men from her mind? I lied. Again. Turns out, I am the
one who’s never going to be able to think straight. Ever again.
I thrust into her, again and again.
Fix my fingers on her nape, with my thumb pressed to the front of her neck, where I can sense every single
vibration of her voice that emerges in small hoarse cries.
Sweat beads my shoulders. I don’t stop. I withdraw then pound into her again and again.
Her lips part; a flush covers her breasts, her face. Her entire body trembles. She throws her head back, her
gorgeous hair a halo tumbling down her shoulders. "Come," I growl. And she shatters. Beautifully.
Her eyes roll back in her head and she shudders.
I pull out of her, my balls draw up, and white streams of my cum splatter across her chest. I squeeze my dick from
base to tip, empty every last drop of myself on her.
Reaching between us, I rub my seed into the skin exposed by the gaping front of her dress.
She slumps and I scoop her up in my arms. Walking around the desk, I sink into the chair. She curls into my chest
and her breathing de epens.
I hold her close, tilt my chair back, turn it toward the window, and watch the raindrops drip down the windowpane.