He flinched. So, shehadnoticed he’d locked them in. But she hadn’t protested. “I cannot have this conversation where we might be interrupted, Selina,” he said, but his voice was shaky. “It is too important.”
She was quiet a moment, then stepped a little closer. “Is a conversation what you want to have? Or is there some other reason you dragged me in here?”
“Selina,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair. “God, but you test me.”
“Are you passing or failing?”
He glared at her, but she winked again in return, and the frayed rope of his control, the one he had managed and controlled all his life…snapped. He barreled across the room and caught both her arms, pulling her against him hard. He looked down at her, expecting her to find fear in her eyes or some kind of regret at pushing him so far.
But instead, she looked up at him…and shesmiled. And in that moment he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking what he wanted, no matter what a mistake it was going to turn out to be. He leaned down and his mouth crushed to hers, hard and hungry, and he claimed, at last, what he had been denying himself for days.
Selina had known that when Derrick’s control finally broke it would be spectacular, but this was explosive. His mouth crushed against hers, devouring as their tongues tangled. His fingertips dug into her arms, holding her hostage against his hard, hot body. She didn’t want to escape him, and she also didn’t want him to loosen his grip. She nipped his lower lip and he growled from deep in his chest, backing her across the room.
They hit the wall with a thud, and his hands dragged away from her arms and found her hips. His mouth still hard on hers, he ground against her, his hard cock pressing into her belly as she lifted up against him with a muffled moan of pleasure. Yes, that’s what she wanted, what she needed. And not just as a means to control this man.
As a means to everything.
He glided one hand to the back of her thigh, his fingers burning through her gown as he hitched her leg up. She locked it around his own leg and lifted as he thrust so that he hit her sex with every grinding movement. Pleasure arced, muted by the clothing between them, but already hot and powerful regardless.
She whimpered as she tugged at his jacket, shoving it down, dragging her lips away from his to lick along his jawline, bite his chin. He slammed against her again and her vision blurred. Christ, but he’d make her come before he had her skirts lifted.
She slid her hands down his sides, clenching against hard muscle, over his hips that churned against hers. Somehow she managed to wedge a hand between them, and he froze as she rubbed his cock through the rough fabric of his trousers. They held gazes, panting in time as she stroked him over and over. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out a low groan.
She smiled as she unfastened his fall front and tugged the loose fabric away. His cock bobbed free, pressing to her palm in heated insistence. She swallowed hard as she stroked him again, this time without impediment. Oh yes, this was going to be fun, because it was a fine cock. Thick and hard and perfect in every way.
He opened his eyes again as she stroked him, his pupils so dilated there was hardly any brown left in the circles. He tugged at her skirts, pushing them up, past her knee, over her thigh. His hands moved beneath, tracing the line of her legs, his fingernails abrading gently and making her twitch with pleasure. He shoved her drawers open at the slit and stroked his fingers across her, coating them with her wetness.
“Fuck,” he muttered, she thought more to himself than to her. He peeled her open, thumb finding her clitoris, and for a moment they just rubbed each other, eyes locked, challenging and surrendering all at once.
She was drowning in him. She felt herself going under with every expert flick of his fingers against her. Pleasure pulsed, harder, faster. She was going to come, that was a certainty. But she didn’t want it to be against his fingers, nor him into her palm. She lifted slightly, and he nodded at the unspoken request and moved his hand.
She guided him to her and he helped by lifting her, pressing her hard against the wall as he slid into her in one long thrust. She cried out at the pleasure of him stretching her, then buried her head in his shoulder so the rest of her cries wouldn’t bring the servants running to her aid.
And as she had hoped he would, Derrick fucked her. Hard and heavy and fast, he pinioned his hips against hers. Their mouths met again, and she lost herself in all the sensations of mouth and tongue and teeth and cock. He wasn’t gentle and she didn’t want that. She wanted his passion and he gave that gift freely.
His pelvis swirled against hers, she clenched in time and the pleasure that had been mounting between her legs since the moment he crossed the room like a bull to a matador finally exploded. She thrust out of control, digging her fingers into his back for purchase as an orgasm more powerful than anything she’d ever felt before ripped through her body.
He gave her no respite, taking and taking and taking until her head lolled back against the wall and her breath was nothing but short gasps. Only then did he withdraw, and with a long, heavy groan, he came against his hand.
He didn’t part their bodies for a moment, but kept her helplessly pinned to the wall as he gasped for breath. She stared at him, the thin sheen of sweat on his brow, the utterly sated look on his face. She couldn’t help herself. Pressing his control was too fun. She glided her hand back between them and caught his cock once more, stroking him, using his own essence as lubricant. He jerked against her with a cry as he glared at her and made her pussy flutter once more with need.
He set her down slowly, sliding her down the length of his body as he did so. When her feet were on the ground, she stared up at him. It was a funny thing. When he took her, that was such an intimate act. But right now when he was just standing there, staring into her eyes, she felt much more vulnerable.
So she slipped away to push her skirts back into place around her hips. She kept her eyes from him as she stepped up to the mirror above the fireplace and checked herself. She looked flushed, well-pleasured, but it wasn’t something that anyone else might notice when she went back to the party on the terrace.
“I’m sorry,” he said so softly from behind her that she almost didn’t hear him. She pivoted and found he had also refastened and straightened himself. He was gathering up his jacket from the ground, shaking it out, brushing it off. But his head was bent.
She moved toward him. “For what?” she asked as she dared to reach out and touch his face. She lifted his chin so that he looked at her. “I’mnot sorry.”
“You’re a lady and—”
She tilted her head back with a laugh. “Oh, not this again. Derrick, we have established more than once that I am not some trembling flower. I also wasn’t a virgin—surely you must have noticed that. So you stole nothing.”
His jaw set and she could all but see the wheels turning in his mind. He caught her fingers that were still resting on his jaw and tangled them with his own. “What happened to you?” he asked.
She flinched. There he was, seeing through her again. Ignoring the laughter she used to mask whatever pain she felt. She cleared her throat. “Nothing,” she said. “I’ve been on my own since I was eleven. Out of my house since I was eighteen. I managed myself with only a little intervention from my father’s estate. I surrendered my virginity to a man Iwantedto give it to, a good many years ago. And I liked it, so I’ve had a handful of lovers since.”
“I see,” he said softly.
