Again and again.
I’m sore and wrecked, my thighs slick, my ass still burning from the way he used the bath brush on me.
He drags me to the glass, pushes me flat against it, arms high above my head. “Don’t you dare try to move.”
My chest is heaving, and I don’t have the courage to try to defy him. He’s already shown me I’m not match for him.
He licks one nipple, then bites the other.
I cry out, shuddering.
“Do you remember what I said about having no doubts?” He cups my breasts and squeezes, making me gasp. “Seraphina?”
“I won’t forget.”
He captures my shoulders and turns me around, telling me to press my palms on the window.
Around us, glass towers pierce the sky. Below us, the city is alive with cars, lights threading through the dark. In the distance is a glimmering Buffalo Bayou. The stars are faint, overwhelmed by Houston’s electric sprawl, but they’re there. Watching.
Just like he wants them to.
But for me, it’s as if nothing exists but two of us and the moment.
“Do as you’re told, Seraphina.”
My palms meet the cool windowpane and my breath fogs it.
I see our reflection—his dark form behind me, suit pants still on, shirt unbuttoned now, white sleeves rolled to his elbows. His forearms are carved steel. Veins bulge. Power coils in every line of him.
And me?
I’m in nothing but the robe, loose around my shoulders. Beneath it, I’m flushed, throbbing, spanked, used—and still aching. Still denied.
“Look at you.” He trails a knuckle across my nape. “So naughty. Just for me.” His voice is velvet filth.
He steps closer, his chest against my back, his cock pressing hard into my hip. “And I’m not done with you yet.”
His voice does wicked things to my insides.
“Lower your hands for me.”
I do, gasping when he pushes the robe off my shoulders. It slides to the patio tile like water, puddling at my feet.
“Now back in position, and this time, your breasts will be flat against the window.”
This is beyond risqué, and I never object. The glass is cold against my nipples.
And his heat is everywhere else.
He grips my hips, guiding me to arch just enough.
Behind me, I hear the metal of his belt buckle, hear the hiss and slide of leather, and a tiny rip of foil.
Moments later, the head of his cock is pressed at my entrance.
“Anyone can see me fucking you like you deserve. Your tits pressed to the glass, your body begging for mine.”
No one but him knows I’m already shaking.
