Something snapped inside my mind, all the pent-up fury, bottled frustration, and denied attraction finally allowed an outlet.
Fine. If that was really what she wanted, I would give her my worst.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, slapped my hand over her mouth to muffle the noise she was about to make, andyankedher onto my cock.
She screamed, eyes flashing wide above my hand.
I held her while her sides heaved and her nostrils flared, the sound of her fractured breaths filling my ears. She was so tight that I knew she must be in pain, knew that must have fucking hurt, but god, the sight of her, trapped against me, my cock spearing into her. It did it for me. Made it impossible to hold still any longer.
“Blink twice if you need a second.”
She glared at me, unblinking, and then bit my palm so hard, she’d probably broken skin. It felt incredible. I dropped both hands to her hips and started bouncing her on my cock in short, brutal thrusts because she was so fucking tight, that’s all the movement her pussy would allow. She gasped, fingernails digging into my knees, hips angling back to meet me.
Words started pouring from her lips. “Fuck. Yes. Ow. No, don’t stop. It’s good. Theo, it’s perfect. Just like that.”
I didn’t know what was hotter: what we were doing, or the fact that we were both watching it like our own personal porno. Her thighs bunched, belly flexed, tits bounced, lips dropped open, and my thoughts flashed back to the night I’d filled that filthy mouth so tight she’d choked.
Inexplicably, her pussy tightened even more, and she started shoving into me harder. Was she—?
“Fuck! Yes, Theo, harder.”
Holy shit, she was already coming.
I used my grip on her hips to lift her up a little and pound into her, giving Stella everything I had, holding nothing back.
“Perfect,” she sobbed. “Oh, it’s so good. Just like that. Good. Boy.”
The pleasure that tore through me at the praise was unlike anything I’d ever felt in my life, and I went from being close-ish to full-on coming in the blink of an eye. I yanked her all the way down, strangling her hips as I unloaded deep inside.
Holy fuck.
Whatwasthat?
Stella went boneless, starting to drop forward, and I caught her before she could fall. I laid her on the bed, dragging her throw blanket over us so she wouldn’t get cold again.
This couldn’t really be it. The only time I got to fuck her. Because now that I’d done it once, I never wanted to stop.
But I had to. Because I still had a job to do, and once I did it, she’d go from hating me to wanting to kill me.
Unless . . .
I found a way to spare her parents and only target Richard. It might be possible, but it would force a restructuring of my plans and lead to several more weeks of delays after I’d already spent years waiting for this opportunity. Could I really do that? Let them off the hook after what their best friend and business partner had done?
In my mind, I saw Georgie and Phil, her with her sharp gaze and quick wit, him with his affability and easy smiles. The obvious love they had for their children. The countless times I’d watched them run Stella’s detractors off when she wasn’t paying attention, quietly protecting her like a pair of lions guarding a cub.
At the end of the day, I had no actual proof they’d had any involvement in what happened to my mother, only assumptions. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world to play it safe and spare them on the off chance they were innocent. I’d been wrong about their daughter. Who’s to say I wasn’t mistaken about them, too?
I shoved the thought aside for later. Right here, right now, all that mattered was enjoying what might be the last few moments I would ever have with Stella. The rest could wait.
She stretched beside me like a cat, toes pointed, hands rising overhead. “Mmm, I needed that.”
“Clearly,” I drawled. “You’re fifty percent more tolerable like this.”
Her eyes opened, glaring.
“Whoops, spoke too soon.”
She started to roll away, but I stopped her, dragging her back toward me on her stomach.
