It's not long before he returns to the center of the garden, lowering me to my feet near the fountain as I wait for his next move.
When he reaches into the pocket of his gym shorts, my brows furrow. He pulls out his phone, clicking through a few things on the screen before he lifts it to his ear. My heart jumps, my breath tattered and uneven as I hold his eyes and step back absentmindedly to give him space.
His jaw flexes, his fingers tightening around his phone. Whoever it is on the other end must not get much of a word in before Preston orders, “Turn off the cameras in the garden.”
Oh, shit.
I spin around, my eyes locking with the black device above one of the hedges. It takes a few seconds, but when the small red light shuts off, the reality of what’s about to happen has roots growing through my feet and planting me in place with my back toward him.
One rapid heartbeat, then two, and Preston’s voice comes from behind me again. “Don’t ask questions, just do it.” With that, he must end the call when no other words are exchanged.
My shoulders tense as I feel the way he stalks toward me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, vibrating with excitement. When his hands snake around my waist, pulling my body flush against his, beautiful toxins release through my bloodstream.
I release a sharp breath, feeling his lips and words drag against my shoulder. “Fight back. Don’t let me ruin you.”
My hips roll, grinding my ass against his bulging erection like the day he had me pinned in the hallway when he gave me my collar.
I reach an arm behind me, gripping the scruff at the back of his neck to steady myself. “You already have. Ruin me more.”
His fingers pulse into my stomach. Preston’s lips fall to the slope of my neck, biting at the skin there and soothing the sting with his tongue. “Don’t tempt me, Kate. I don’t know how to take it easy with this. I like rough fucking.”
That admission ignites a spark, coursing to my clit.
My grip tightens on his skull, and I turn my head to drag his lips to mine, but not enough to touch.
“I trust you,” I say, my words brushing against his mouth.
Preston’s forehead drops against mine, those dark eyes concealing a raging war. He was so gentle with me last time. His promises about being willing to listen to what I wanted and letting me take control were validated in the way he touched me and pleased my body in a way that has me craving more of him.
All of him.
My pulse is erratic. “I already imagine my fingers are your cock every night. Please, put me out of my misery. Plea—”
I’m cut off by his mouth slamming against mine as my back is plastered to his chest. His arms tighten around me, one of his hands moving to cup my breast. His tongue pushes against my seam, demanding entrance. I willingly open, letting his fresh taste invade my mouth like a toxin that will change how I function, how I breathe.
It’s like he’s trying to devour my soul with the way his tongue explores my mouth. I release a whimper, and he greedily consumes the sound, releasing a groan. He kisses me harder to the point my toes and ears tingle. I already know the magic of his tongue, and this is only the beginning of what he’s capable of.
Lust and fascination have never felt this inebriating.
“You’re so beautiful when you beg.” He reaches for my hand, gliding both of our fingers below the slit in my skirt to my soaked panties. His knuckles brush the material over my clit, making me tremble at the slight touch.
“Shit,” his hiss soaks into my skin as his fingers guide mine to my slick center. “Show me how you do it.”
He bunches my skirt at my waist. Using his other hand, he picks up one of my legs, opening me up wide as the fresh air brushes against my needy core. I’d feel unsteady on one leg if he weren’t holding my back against his chest. The feeling of him peeling my panties to the side to grant me entrance has me shuddering.
Listening to him, I insert a finger into my wet heat, gripping his forearm braced around me harder from the pleasure that racks through me.
“You want my cock to ruin this desperate cunt? Let me hear how wet you are for me.”
My finger moves faster, filling the air with the needy sound of my pussy slick and ready for him with the whoosh of the fountain.
“Holy fuck. Keep your hand there.” As if Preston can sense I need more, he slips one of his fingers inside with mine. They move in unison, making a whimper fall from my lips.
“That’s two. Do you think you can take three?”
I nod, deliriously.
“Confident little thing, aren’t you?” Preston slowly slips in another, opening me wider as both of us work together to draw out my pleasure. This is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to my body, and he isn’t even inside me yet. “I think you can handle a fourth, don’t you?”
