Opening the door with a nudge of his shoulder, he says, “The pool house.” It’s a smaller pool, a vivid blue with lush plants around it.
“You have a pool house?”
“Wehave a pool house,” he corrects and walks right into the deep end. My scream is smothered as we sink under the water and I hastily surface, kicking for the side.
“You asshole! Why did you do that?” I’m angrily pushing my wet hair out of my face as he heads for me with a swift breaststroke.
“We were already wet,” he shrugs and kisses me again, blocking me in with an arm on the pool’s edge on either side of me. The perverted, conniving bastard has already managed to get his sleep pants off and I can feel his cock, hard and heavy against me. “Tell me you want me.”
“You asshole! I hate you!” My nails are digging into his wet shirt, he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Keep talking,” he laughs, “you’re only making me harder.” His big hand cups my center, the head radiating through the thin, wet cloth. “Tell me you want me.”
“No. You can’t keep- keep grabbing me and dragging me around!”
Cameron’s long fingers have managed to slide under my shorts and he’s yanking them down. “You have until the count of three to tell me what I want to hear,” he threatens.
“Why? What happens on three?”
Sliding two fingers inside me he watches me suck in my breath so fast that I cough. “Something you won’t like, wife.”
I don’t believe him. I think Iwilllike it. Pressing my lips together, I narrow my eyes challengingly.
Thrusting a third finger inside me, he grips my pussy hard. The heel of his hand is pushing against my clitoris and the whole thing is so filthy and outrageous that I nearly come. He squeezes me again. Tightly.
“Tell me what I want to hear,wife.”
“I want you!” I snap, and my heels dig into the small of his back as he fucks me with his fingers, grinding his hand roughly against me. After he makes me come, shaking and moaning he pulls his hand away and replaces it with his cock.
“Slide down me,” he growls in my ear and I push, gasping as I impale myself on his thick cock, bracing my back against the pool wall.
No one should be this big.
I can feel myself stretching open for him, wider than I thought was possible as I work inch after inch inside me. “Pretty, filthy girl, impaled on my cock and moaning for more.” I barely hear him, whimpering with sheer need andbozhe moy, there’smoreof him? There’s no end to his shaft, even when it feels like I can’t take any more.
“Yes, you can,” he whispers diabolically, “you can take more. You can take all of me, even if you’re crying and shaking because you want the pain along with how good I can make you feel. You love it, delicious, dirty girl. Because you’re perfect.”
He grips my ass, digging his fingers in and slams in and out of me, chuckling low when I come once, and then again when he pulls from me quickly, coming into the water. My head’s drooping, forehead resting on his shoulder and his cock stays hard. Rock hard, like he didn’t just come. He thrusts back inside my stretched, stinging channel, the water splashing around us.
“Let’s see how much this pussy can take.”
Chapter Twenty
In which Cameron redeems himself. Mostly.
Cameron…
“Tell him we’ll be there at noon. I don’t care! He’ll make us another one.”
Morana’s dozing on one of the big wicker chairs in the pool house while I make some calls. I’d bundled her up in one of the big terrycloth robes we keep in here and I’m in another, pacing along the tile length of the pool.
Between beating the truth out of Ivanov and obsessing over my wife who hates me, I haven’t slept more than a couple of hours in the last forty-eight. Still, I feel surprisingly energized. I haven’t won Morana over yet. But the realization that I want to is sending a new strength through me. There’s room left for something other than hate and revenge in my heart after all.
Now, if I can convince her to make room in her heart for me…
“Where are you taking me?”
She’s looking out the window of my new, bulletproof Maserati SUV. I’ve had enough of my Range Rovers dying on me without any reason why. I’ve had more automotive bullshite in the last month than I’ve dealt with in my entire life.
