“Stay with me, pet.” Angel bites her bottom lip and places her hands on my cheeks, forcing me to meet her gaze as she rolls her hips to take me deeper. When she knows she has my full attention, she smiles seductively. “Fuck me. Show me how much you want to please me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grunt out, gripping her hips and thrusting inside her at a punishing pace. Her mouth drops open in a silent ‘O’, and the indecent sound of our flesh slapping together tips me over the edge. My balls draw up, and I finally spill inside her. My orgasm is the longest and most intense I’ve ever felt in my life. Cum drips from her cunt, coating both of us.
She collapses in my arms, my dick still twitching inside of her. I close my eyes, nuzzling my head in the crook of her neck, and breathe in her sweet smell mixing with the scent of us. While I love the dynamic of our relationship, this is my favourite part of the night. Holding her as we both come down from our high.
“I can’t wait another month to see you,” I murmur against her slick skin. “Meet up with me outside the club.”
She pulls away, ducking her head. “Someone like you wouldn’t be interested in someone like me in real life.” Her vulnerability pierces my heart.
I tilt her chin so she’s looking into my heavy gaze. “Someone like me?” My stomach churns as I wonder if I’ve somehow given myself away. Beckford isn’t a big city, but it can’t be so small that she’s worked out my identity,despite the mask covering half my face. “You don’t even know who I am.”
“Isn’t that better?” She presses her lips to mine before climbing off my lap. I feel the loss of her, and it guts me like a knife when she turns her back. “This wouldn’t work if we knew each other’s true identities.”
Angel picks up her underwear, slipping them on without cleaning herself up, and the primal beast inside me is glad to know she’ll be walking around with my seed inside her.
My long legs eat up the space between us when she moves for the door, and I press my palm to the wood, not letting her escape me just yet. “Tell me I’ll see you next month.” I hate the needy tone in my voice, but I can’t lose her. I can’t lose this.
She hesitates, her back pressed to my front. “Maybe.”
I don’t move. I can’t. Not until she gives me something more.
“Promise me.”
She sighs. “Move, pet.”
My stomach coils, chest tightening. This can’t be the end. “I’ll wait for you,” I whisper in her ear before stepping back and letting her leave.
She doesn’t look back.
Chapter 2
Willow
My stomach drops at the sound of my mother’s heels tapping across the hardwood floors behind me. I close the fridge doors, my appetite suddenly evaporating.
“You shouldn’t slouch, Willow. It makes your hips look even wider,” she says, her voice clipped like she’s delivering fashion advice instead of another low blow.
I grit my teeth and turn to face her. “Good morning to you too, Mum.”
She stands behind the island bench, dressed like she’s about to attend a fundraiser instead of sitting at home spending my stepfather’s money and micro-managing my life. She’s adorned with gold jewellery, perfectly glossed lips, not a single hair out of place. Gwendoline Whitford is the perfect wife for a millionaire real estate developer.
Meanwhile, I’m dressed in an oversized maroon Beckford U hoodie and black leggings, with my hair piled in a messy bun on top of my head. It’s a look that screams, ‘I woke up like this and couldn’t care less’.
“You know, you could at least try,” Mum says, her eyes flicking up and down like I’m an inconvenience and not her daughter. “Would it kill you to dress for your body type?”
I don’t answer. I learned early in life that it only encourages her.
She sniffs. “I don’t know why I bother buying you clothes when you don’t wear them.”
You and me both.
I turn to make a hasty exit from my literal hell when I almost collide with my annoying stepbrother.
Luca Whitford.
The tall, dark, pain in my arse.
He’s shirtless—of course he is—and juggling a soccer ball between his feet like it’s an extension of him. Which it pretty much is. Luca is the captain of the Beckford U soccer team.
