With her neck held hostage, stuck onto her knees, she has the balls to wink. “They’re not the ones I’m on my knees for.”
“And you’ll never be. They lost their shot.” This scrap of a woman may just undo me in ways I didn’t know possible. “Tell me again, how many of them did you allow near my pussy?”
Her eyes narrow at the insinuation but then she replies, “I haven’t…not in years.”
“Because you’ve been waiting for me. You were mine even before we knew one another. I fuckin’ love that.” My fingers slide along her jaw, while my tattooed hand maintains its grip. “So all you’ve done is put both of us in misery for a year.”
“This is still wrong,” she breathes. “I don’t know who you really are. You broke into my house, Cade. This isn’t normal.”
Back on that, hm.Soon, she’ll stop being so held up in the “properness” of all this, and she’ll become the queen of my underworld.
“Being insane is my normal, Aspen, which means it’s alsoyournew normal. Get used to it.”
“Answer my questions, and maybe I will.” Such a tempting offer, tied up in a neat little bow by the even more tempting package. “I showed you my reasons for leaving. I’m on my knees. I’ve done everything you asked for.”
My thumb presses into her pulse in warning as I pull her up by her neck, bending until my lips brush hers. “One more, then I’ll answer anything you want. I want one orgasm from you before we continue. I want to see your face when you realize how good we are together, and how fighting this is pointless. Let me hear my name on these lips”—I press a thumb into her bottom one—“and then we’ll talk.”
Her chin bobs the slightest fraction in agreement.
I release her entirely but remain standing above her as I consider all my fantasies. So much to do, but the moment she comes, she’ll be pushing me off her and demanding the truth, so I need to choose wisely.
I help her to her feet, cup her face, and slash my mouth against hers like I had when first entering her house, irritated at being away from her all day with nothing to show for it.
She gasps lightly, so I take it and hoist her into the air, cupping her ass as I lower her to the bed and flip her onto her stomach. A point will be made tonight, and I’ll be the winner.
I divest her of her pants quickly, and then her panties, before cupping her heat. Wet and ready, I groan. “All from being on your knees for me. We’re made for one another.”
“It doesn’t count.” The lack of conviction tells me it certainly does. She attempts to roll to her back, but I press into her, forcing her in place.
“You’re scared of what being with a convict means, so there’s no point in looking at me, is there?” My finger traces her inner thighs, enjoying the way she jolts every so often.
“No—”
“Don’t lie.” I slide my finger inside her, all the way to the knuckle. Blissful, wet heat I long to bury my cock into envelops me. “You were embarrassed.”
“No, I…” She trails off when I press into her walls, clenching in response. “No. I didn’t…it wasn’t…Fuck.” Her head drops to the bed as I slide another finger inside her and hook a knee up onto the mattress, holding her in place.
“God, you look pretty like this. All open and ready for me.” Desire gushes on my hand, reaffirming the little praise kink she has going. “You’ll give me what I want, and then I’ll continue to give you what you want too. I’ll keep you like this every day. Welcome to the rest of your life.”
Her nails drag into the comforter as she clenches once again around my thrust. It won’t be long.
“Like the idea of that?” As I continue thrusting my fingers, I reach for her hands, bringing them together within one of mine. “I was once cuffed to the table, unable to touch you when I desperately wanted to. It’s only right to return the favour.”
“No…”
“Yes,” I counter in a low croon. “And then, maybe, once you come on my hand, soak it like the good girl I know you want to be, I’ll disappear from your life for a year. See how you like it.” As if I could. It’s an empty threat.
“Ca—” She cuts my name off, muffling the sounds in the bed, but that won’t do. I release her hands, since there’s time for that later, and fist her hair instead, yanking until she’s unable to hide.
“Let me hear you. You owe me this. Say my name as you come.” I curl my fingers on the word. “You kept yourself away from me, and that’s what I won’t forgive. You let others see yoursmile.” Albeit, her fake one, but details matter less. “Dressed up for them when you could have been walking your cute ass into the prison and visiting me. My girl went out with others while I was locked up.”
“I’m not—Ca?—”
“So close. Do it again, pretty girl. Drench my hand. Let me hear you come. Know who’s giving you this pleasure.”
The room fills with the sound of her desire, the moisture between her legs, and her breathy pants as she fights the inevitable, until?—
“Cade.”She tightens, her pussy clamping my fingers in wave after wave. Her moan fills the room, courtesy of my grip on her hair, while her fingers dig into the blanket.
