Fisting my cock, I thrust into my palm.
“You won’t win this time, Nila,” I growled. “I want you out of my head. Out of my fucking heart.”
Get out.
My quads tensed as bliss danced with pain. I was rough, punishing my cock for having the audacity to want the one thing that could destroy me. My balls tightened, delicious pleasure gathered in my belly.
Fuck, I wanted her. I wanted to be inside her.
I needed to stay far away from her.
My fingers squeezed harder.
You can’t have her.
Not if I wanted what Cut promised. Not if I wanted to rule.
My mind raced. I might not be able to have her physically, but Cut would never know what fantasies I allowed inside my fractured brain.
I could have her like this—and still win.
With one hand braced on the tiles and water cascading over my shoulders, I imagined Nila spread-eagled on the bed, tied to four corners and panting from an orgasm I’d just given her with my tongue.
Her taste filled my mouth as I climbed on top of her and slid deep inside her wet pussy.
Goddammit.
Her moans echoed in my ears as I thrust inside her, giving into her tightness, dropping every restraint and shackle.
I came.
It was the fastest orgasm I’d ever had. Ribbon after ribbon, I spurted over my knuckles.
Jerking beneath the water, I rid my body of the insanity she’d conjured and slowly...interminably slowly...I could breathe again.
* * * * *
“Where are we going?”
Her melodic voice was anything but soothing. After a night of tossing and berating myself for how weak I turned out to be, I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her—especiallywith her looking rested and fresh in jeans and an off-the-shoulder jumper with her hair plaited and just begging to be fisted while I took her from behind.
She didn’t look nervous or fearful—she looked defiant and ready to battle.
“So, you’re ignoring me now?”
“Not ignoring you, just filtering out your useless questions.” I didn’t turn to face her. Instead, I kept driving. Guiding the four-seater Ferrari FF away from Hawksridge Hall, I looked into the rear-view mirror.
I’d made the mistake of sitting Nila in the front with me. I should've put her in the back with Kestrel.
He caught my gaze, smirking a little as if he knew exactly what I was dealing with but didn’t give a toss. Awful thing was hedidknow exactly what I was dealing with and whatever sympathy he’d given me in the past had longsince dried up.
It fucking hurt to have my closest ally wash his hands of me.
Nila spun in her seat, the tan leather creaking beneath her. “You tell me, Kes. Why was my morning spent sketching my so-called ‘wedding dress’ interrupted by a mysterious trip off the estate?” Her voice lowered. “You’ve only just gotten me back—why am I being given outings when I was told I would never leave again?”
Kes chuckled, his silvering hair longer and slightly shaggy. “That’s a lot of questions.”
Nila deadpanned. “I have a lot of confusion.”
