Closing the distance between us in one large stride, he captured my cheeks, holding me firm. “I want to fuck you again. So fucking much.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“You’re asking my permission?” I whispered.
His face contorted. “No, I’m not asking for your damn permission.”
“Then...just do it.”
The air solidified and for a second, I thought he’d throw me away and storm off.
But then his fingers dug into my cheeks and his mouth crashed against mine.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jethro
WHAT THE FUCK am I doing?
I’d spent the past week working for my father, having sessions with my sister, and running the latest diamond shipment—not to mention the frantic hour I’d had after fucking her and sneaking into the security room to destroy the camera footage.
I was playing with fire. And instead of getting burned and becoming a puddle of melted ice water, I was stronger, better, firmer in my convictions than I’d been in...well, forever.
I didn’t understand how the direct contradiction to my world could improve me rather than destroy me.
I knew I should question it—find answers rather than keep going down a path I didn’t understand, but how could I stop when Nila was at the end, beckoning with a corrupting smile, spreading her legs in wanton invitation?
I wasn’t a monster, but I wasn’t a fucking saint either.
My willpower to stay away had snapped this morning when I’d seen her disappear into the gardens with a hungry haunt in her eyes.
I liked to think that look was for me.
But then she’d kissed my fucking brother.
Nila’s hands flew up, her fingers slipping through my hair. She moaned, sucking on my tongue, driving me mad.
My stomach swooped as my cock instantly thickened.
If she was hungry, then I was fucking ravenous.
Her cheeks were pliant beneath my fingertips. Our tongues meshed and parried. Her soft moan echoed in my chest, and I couldn’tstop myself from walking her backward to the bed.
Countless evenings Cut had told me how I was to fuck her the first time. A game plan of pain, torture, and no pleasure permitted for her. That was part of the Third Debt—amongst other things.
But here I was again. Disobeying.
Fucking disobeying everything I was, just for one little taste.
My cock wasn’t supposed to go anywhere near her for months. How did this happen? How was I so weak when it came to her?
Nila cried out as the back of her legs crashed against the bed. She tumbled from my grip, her cheeks pinpricked with red from where my fingertips had dug into her flesh.
My dick had never been so hard as she clambered onto her knees and looped her arms around my neck, jerking me close.
I should stop this. I should walk out the fucking door and lock it. Better yet, I should strike her and make her cry—instil a healthy dose of fear into the woman who was supposed to be my toy. Not my master.
“Jethro—please...stop thinking. I can hear your thoughts; they’re so loud.”
