“Hey,” he says softly.
Tears sting my eyes. “Yes?”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Prove it.”
My teeth sink into my lower lip, and I force that one small muscle to relax. He pushes into me slowly and it does hurt a little. I cry out, but my nipples are tight and my pussy’s wet and jealous.
His fingers grip my hair and pull my head back, exposing my throat. He licks my neck, and then whispers in my ear, “You feel so fucking good.”
My breath catches and my pelvis grinds against him.
“Mmm. Again.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, a tear tracking down my temple, but I move again, feeling the length of him deep inside me where he shouldn’t be. And God help me, I like the ache and the breathless humiliation of being used in such a forbidden way.
By the time he starts to thrust, my entire body burns, especially where he’s penetrating me. I’m close to coming. My breasts shake, and tears leak from my eyes. When he puts his thumb on my clit, I’m lost.
He feels my body orgasm, and his small smile is knowing and wicked. I drop an arm over my eyes to shield them from his relentless scrutiny.
The plunge of his cock is rough, but his kiss is gentle, tasting my lips and my tears and maybe even my soul.
He continues for so much longer, and I’m excruciatingly sore by the end. When he finally comes, I’m crying freely and clinging to him. Afterward he holds me for a long time before he gets up and gets something from a drawer. When he comes back, he’s got a gift box from David Yurman. He opens it and takes out the beautiful gold cuff bracelet with alternating square emeralds and round diamonds. He must have paid for it while we were shopping and had Zoe bring it back to the hotel. Opening it, he slides it over my hand, then closes it around my wrist. I rub my thumb over the smooth gold, then tuck my arms under the covers.
“It’s beautiful, but it’s too expensive, Trick. And do you really want to bribe me with jewelry?”
“It’s not a bribe,” he says, his hand sliding down to my belly and lingering before moving lower to cup my pussy. “It’s a present for my beautiful wife.”
I laugh softly. “Now it’s a present, huh?”
“Mmm hmm.” Then he says nothing more because he’s asleep.
Chapter 17
Laurel
It feels strange to wear the two-piece pink dress to the dinner party the next night, but Trick insists. I return the borrowed necklace to Zoe, and she does my makeup again, giving me tips so I can re-create the look myself because Trick says he loves it. I also wear the bracelet because he asks me to.
Rachel and C are both in C’s suite at first, but Zoe thankfully waits until they’re gone to ask me how things went. I wasn’t specific about what was going to happen, but she guessed because of my questions.
“The first time was really good. I liked it.” My face flames as I stare straight ahead. “The second time was very intense.”
“The second time,” she says knowingly. “Rougher?”
“A bit,” I say, thinking of the soreness and of the impossibility of saying no. “He didn’t hurt me, but… he has a dark side.”
“Mmm. Yes, they all do. And it’s both sexy and scary.”
“Yes,” I say emphatically. “I know logically that he’s a very dangerous person, but he doesn’t feel that way to me most of the time. He’s funny and charming, an absolute heartbreaker when he decides to be. But during sex, he feels very dangerous.”
“Trick is complicated.”
“Yes.” I glance over. She’s wearing a red snakeskin dress with a deep plunge between her breasts. She looks incredible. “Does C ever get jealous?”
“Of Trick?”
