Henry crosses his arms. “And how did he get that?”
“Swimming.” Did he not know we were on vacation? That we had to have him medevaced to the closest hospital. It was probably the costliest trip of both our lives.
His eyes flash with barely concealed disgust. “And if you were swimming with him, why aren’t you laid up beside him?”
I narrow my stare. “By sheer fucking luck.”
“You’ve sure lucked out a lot in this life, haven’t you?”
Before I can respond, one of Jeoffry’s alarms starts to blare, and the medical staff I had asked to give us privacy rush in. Henry’s eyes widen as he takes in the situation's severity.
I push him out of the room, letting the two nurses respond to whatever alarm has been triggered. Henry storms through the door, moving to stand at the railing of the floor with his head bent. Guilt worms its way into my heart, even if I’ve done nothing wrong. This is his father, after all.
He turns to me, a disgusted sneer on his face as his gaze drags down my body. “What the fuck are you wearing? Trying to seduce me since your ATM is dying?”
My mouth drops open before I snap it shut with a glare. “You barged in here, unannounced. I was enjoying breakfast on the balcony. If anything, it seems you were trying to catch a glimpse of me.”
Henry laughs, a condescending boom echoing around us. “As if I’d ever be interested in my father’s seconds.”
I roll my eyes. “You deny it a lot for someone who is seemingly uninterested.”
His jaw tics. “I’m just looking out for my best interest. Wouldn’t want to be the next Dansworth buried.”
The accusation is horrendous, fueling my own anger. “How dare you! Get out! Get out of my house!”
I shove at his chest, but he pushes me against the wall, wrapping his hand around my throat. He leans forward, pressing against me harder as his nose skims my cheek.
“I swear to god if you had anything to do with his death, I’ll kill you myself,” he whispers into my ear.
A bitter smile stretches across my lips, not afraid of him in the slightest. My hand snakes between us, rubbing the bulge that I feel pressed against me; it grows larger in my hold. “Would you fuck me first? Take your dear ole mommy for a spin before you kill her. Because I thought you weren’t interested?”
He lets go of my neck as if he’s been burned, but glares down at me. “You think you have so much power, you conniving little bitch. I bet you’re wet at the thought of my cock in you.”
He steps back, ripping my robe open to expose my sheer, lacy negligee.
I gasp. “How dare you!”
Henry shoves his knee between my legs, grabbing my arms as I try to drag my robe closed again. He transfers my wrists to one hand. I’m panting from the quick exchange, half from astonishment at his action and half from the thrill of it. My breasts strain against the thin material, my hard nipples scraping against it with every rise and fall of my chest.
His gaze drops down to watch before he palms one of my breasts entirely, kneading at the mound. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to stop, but it never falls from my lips. As if remembering what he is doing, he drops his hand with a sneer and shoves it between my legs, tracing along my pussy before I can blink.
He pulls his hand back, showing off the faint smears on his fingers. “Well, would you look at that?”
His tone flares my temper, and I laugh, mockingly. “That’s natural, dumbass. I’m sorry you’ve never experienced giving a woman an orgasm to know the difference between natural discharge and when a pussy is wet. Maybe one day.”
His nostrils flare, and a flush blooms over his neck. I realize I should have just let him win whatever victory he was looking for instead of taunting him. He spits on his fingers and then shifts his knee to open me farther before leaning down. His lips brush against mine, as if to feel my gasp when he shoves his fingers inside me.
“You think I can’t make my woman come, huh? You wouldn’t know how to handle my kind of fucking.”
I laugh. “On a dirty sheet with a sweaty leather vest, I’m sure the two minutes isn’t hard for any of yourwomento handle. That’s why so many hang around.”
The grin that stretches across his face isn’t nice. Henry presses closer, his forehead against mine as his fingers pump in and out with a slight curl. I hate the way my pussy starts gushing with pleasure from his actions.
“Look at you, already clutching onto my fingers for more,” he taunts.
“You’re just as desperate, honey. I bet you can’t take it either, and I’d have you coming in my hand just as fast.”
He sneers, pulling his hand away to undo his jeans. Henry picks me up, turning me to rest against the balcony railing just as he shoves his cock into my cunt. It’s like I was made to fit himinside me, a match that instantly engulfs us in flames. He grunts, his eyes squeezing shut briefly.
