“Never.”
I pushed in three more inches. As before, I was rewarded for my heinous actions with the beautiful sound of her lilting voice. She should be a singer. I’d come to every show. I pulled out, pumping deep inside again. My rhythm was smooth, like a jazz player. I had all the time in the world and I planned on making her wet and hot all over, keeping her so electrified she would stop fighting me for good.
Or at least until the next time.
The longer I pumped, the more she bucked against the movement. Her breathing was shallow, a clear indication she was ready to climax. I wanted her to. Shit. I needed her to come.
What did it say about me that my thoughts were directed toward her pleasure even as my cock throbbed? Some might call it a telling statement.
Whatever the case, our contract was secure. Even if she wanted out, her signature made it ironclad.
Six months of her life belonged to me.
CHAPTER 17
Vanessa
My breath hitched as it had done more than once. I was caught between an intense craving to simply let go and a need deep within my soul to shove Christian away. Out of my life. Gone for good.
But circumstances and a goddamn contract I’d entered into prevented even a lateral movement.
That wasn’t what had already corroded my mind.
His touch had done that.
His kiss.
Something about him felt like danger, the possession not just about six months of my life.
I sucked in my breath, wiggling across the edge of the counter as he thrust the hard wooden piece into my pussy. Time and time again he brought me to the brink of an orgasm, only to slowdown. The man was certainly good at torment. Maybe I could learn a thing or two.
My eyes were closed, my pulse skyrocketing and I was rocking hard to the brutal plunges. The music was loud enough it should block out all other sounds, but I knew he heard my heavy breathing and the sharp, involuntary moans. I was sick with fury about my reaction, especially since the bastard had spanked me.
But with my pussy clamping around the horrible invasion, I couldn’t deny what he was doing to me felt damn good. The climax was close, juice already slickening the inside of both thighs. I knew drips had fallen to the sleek granite countertop. I clamped my fingers around the end, fighting with everything I had not to allow him the satisfaction of knowing he was in control of my body.
As with everything else involving this man, my attempt failed. He was enjoying every moment of driving me crazy. I was exhausted from fighting him, tingling all over to the point it felt as if electric prods were being used.
“Come for me, Wildcat. You deserve your pleasure.”
Deserve? Was he kidding me?
“Your pussy is so wet. I can only imagine what you taste like right now. Perfect cherries.” His laugh was more of a growl, husky and deep, but I knew he was doing so to annoy me. It was working. While the desire was strong, a stronger one existed to break every defense the man had, discovering every secret and using them against him.
Just who was Caroline? Whoever the woman was, she’d been important in his life. I made a mental note to learn everything Icould about her. Once I did, I’d have the ammunition I needed. For what? Yet to be determined.
Christian was ruthless with his actions, obviously enjoying himself tremendously. There was nothing I could do to stop the inevitable. I lowered my face to the cool counter, taking gasping breaths as the climax rolled through me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming even as the electricity became so powerful stars were floating in front of my eyes.
“That’s it,” he gritted out as he pumped harder and faster. In that moment and in my whacked-out brain, I was longing for his cock to be buried deep inside.
That couldn’t be normal.
I couldn’t stand it any longer, the pleasure turning into raw ecstasy. I jerked up from the counter, panting as my body shook. The tingles continued as the single orgasm continued.
Only when I started to drift down ever so softly from the sheer euphoria did he remove the wooden spoon. I lay still, trying to catch my breath, uncertain I was capable of moving.
He backed away, caressing my skin by rolling his fingers down my spine. “You’re beautiful wearing my marks.”
The sound of his voice was both irritating and inviting. My mind was still active, still trying to determine if I should just do everything I could to back away. Thoughts of my brother kept me from deciding on anything. I wanted him to be well. I’d do anything for him, but this was… Too much.
