I was already planning what I’d do to her on my spontaneous day off. She needed tenderness after Nick’s brutality.
“I’ll take good care of you,” I whispered.
Alec shook his head.
We all knew it was a lie.
Chapter 32
Ella
The others had already left by the time I went downstairs. Rowan sat at the table, newspaper spread open, coffee steaming beside it. His brown eyes lifted to me, creasing warmly at the corners as he smiled.
“Well, good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, folding the paper and setting it aside.“Come sit on my lap. Let me feed you this morning.”
I walked around the table and settled onto his lap.
“The porridge should still be warm,” he murmured as he unclipped the circular lid.“Alec and Nick added something a little extra to yours before they left.”
Beside the tub sat the pill.
I relaxed when I saw it.
He lifted the spoon and I opened my mouth, chewing the salty-sweet porridge. The second spoonful was better—a burst of strawberry exploding across my tongue. Seasonal and sweet, threaded with a hint of nuttiness from the toasted seeds.
His hand wandered to the hem of my nightdress. I wasn’t startled. I’d already felt his cock lengthen beneath me.
“Good girl, Ella. Finish all your breakfast and you can sit on my face.”
I swallowed another spoonful as Rowan’s hand parted my thighs.
“Is my little toy wet?”
I nodded—then opened my mouth again.
???
By the time I’d swallowed my pill, my nightdress lay on the kitchen floor and I was straddling Rowan’s lap. My feet dangled above the tiles as he continued to suck my breasts. I could feel his hard cock beneath the soft material of his sweatpants, teasing me as he rubbed it deliberately against my pussy.
I held onto his shoulders, enjoying the warmth of the cotton beneath my fingers, gripping tighter as I used his hardness to rub myself against him.
His head snapped back and he released my nipple. The sudden cold made me shiver.
“What do you need, Ella?” he hummed.
“You,” I said simply.
He tsked softly as he glanced down, pushing me back along his thighs.
“Look at the mess you’ve made.”
I blinked and followed his gaze, seeing the small dark patch soaking into the light grey fabric of his sweatpants.
“I’m sorry.”
He studied me for a moment.
“No worries,” he said easily.“You can make it up to me. Go upstairs and lie on the bed for me.”
