“So sweet. Why are you being punished, Elena?”
“For letting Finn touch me.”
“No, for letting Finn touch you during a time frame I explicitly said you shouldn’t touch anyone else butme. If you decide you’re interested in my brother, we can re-evaluate once the two weeks are up.”
It’s a mixture of the truth and a lie. Part of me wishes that she could bring out the soft side of my brother that I haven’t seen in years. But more than likely, there won’t be enough time to re-evaluate our agreement. She’s either coming to live at my home by choice or by force.
As much as I want Elena to choose me, and to have some autonomy over her future, the possessive part of me is winning out as days without her there grow in numbers. I hate that she works here, that other Alphas get to see her in skimpy dresses and get whiffs of her sweet scent—which belongs wholly to me, money or not.
She belongs to me, whether she wants to or not. Though, I would enjoy it a lot more if she willingly came to terms with what’s between us.
“No offense, but your brother is an asshole. He just smells like you and looks like you, and I was weak.”
“Shh,” I rub her back some more, and she seems to calm under my touch.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
The first smack isn’t hard, just enough to leave a pink tinge behind and to make her ass jiggle the way that I like.
She moans and squeezes her thighs tighter, her scent going wild over the touch.
“Such a good girl,” I tell her before raising my palm and giving her another.
Her nails scrape against the couch as she clenches her fists and makes a hissing noise.
I rub the tender flesh with my thumb. “Are you good with taking the last three?”
“Yes, Alpha,” she mewls while nodding her head enthusiastically.
I stick to the same tender spot each time, wanting her to feel this tomorrow. A little reminder of her sins being absolved. It also fills me with delight that every time she sits down, she’ll be thinking of me.
The next two are quick, and I already know she’s covering my slacks with her slick. I haven’t gotten the last pair dry cleaned because I didn’t want them smelling what’s mine. I’m not sure if I need to toss the four thousand dollar suit or wait for her scent to evaporate from my pants.
Elena thrusts her hips against my lap, and I smirk to myself. Her body is pliant and wanting as I pull my hand back, spanking her ass for the last time. She doesn’t even wait for my instruction as she sits up and straddles my lap. Her drenched panties press against the zipper of my pants.
“Thank you,” she says, tugging on the hair at my nape and bringing my lips to hers.
Her kiss is desperate, pouring every ounce of gratitude into the way our lips are pressed together and the way her tongue dances against mine.
“Please,” she moans into my mouth.
“What do you need?”
“Your knot. Please. Please, Ian.”
“Cillian.”
“What?” she asks, pulling back, her tongue darting out and licking her lips.
“Ian is a nickname, but my full name is Cillian.” I lie about it being a nickname, but I can’t have her calling out a different name while I make her come. I needmyname on her lips.
Her brows bunch together. “Then why did you introduce yourself as Ian?”
“It was my first time at the club, and I didn’t know if using my true identity was a bold choice. But I want you to know my full name. If I’m going to make you come, that’s what you should be screaming. Cillian, not Ian.”
She thinks it over for a second. “I thought about using a pseudonym too, but I knew I wouldn’t answer to anything but my name,” she tells me, and I send up a fucking prayer that she doesn’t question me any further on this.
