“Kane,” Brielle says, her brows furrowed in concern, “please, let me help you forget.”
I should tell her that what I need is to remember what her family did to mine, the years it took to rebuild from the destruction they’d left behind, that my brother lost his head while trying to avenge our father’s death and raped Daniella Antonov—and that’s why I have a niece who will never know we’re related.
I should remember that Brielle was supposed to be nothing more than revenge.
Only I don’t want to remember any of it.
Because I’ve fallen in love with the one woman who was off-limits. Despite the pain our families have caused each other. Even though she’ll most likely never return my feelings. I can’t stop myself.
From the moment I brought her up to my hotel room, I didn’t stand a chance.
“Okay,” I tell her. “Make me forget.”
I follow her upstairs to our bedroom, and when we enter, I wait for her to tell me what to do. Like the night in the hotel, I’m giving her complete control.
“Lie on the bed,” she says, her voice confident.
Lying on my back, I prop my head up with the pillow so I can watch her as she disappears into the closet and comes back out, holding one of my ties.
“This is my favorite tie of yours,” she says, sauntering over to the side of the bed. “It reminds me of the color of your eyes.” She climbs onto the bed and straddles my torso. “Lift your arms.”
Once they’re above my head, she goes about tying my hands together and then attaching them to the headboard.
“Should I be concerned at how easily you just did that?” I ask, making her laugh.
“Too late now.”
She wiggles her ass, and I clench my jaw, hating that I can’t smack it.
Taking the hem of her dress, she pulls it over her head and tosses it onto the floor, leaving her in only her pink lace bra and panties. I’ve learned that Brielle doesn’t like things simple. Even herundergarments are expensive and feminine. She loves nice shit, and since I get the pleasure of seeing her in it, I’m not going to complain.
“Hmm, what should I do first?” she says, scooting down until she’s situated on my cock, giving me the perfect view of her body.
She drags her perfectly manicured finger down my bare chest and along the happy trail, stopping when she gets to the waistband of my sweats.
“You should suck my dick,” I tell her since I’ve been imagining her mouth wrapped around my shaft for weeks. “That would definitely help me forget.”
She grins and nods, and then surprisingly, she pulls my pants down my legs, exposing my hard length. She wraps her fingers around my shaft and leans over, pressing a teasing kiss to the crown. The swells of her breasts spill out of the top of her bra cups, and instinctually, I try to reach for her, wanting to touch her, only to be met with resistance.
Fucking tie.
“Kane,” she chides, glancing up at me through her thick lashes. “Be a good boy and don’t fight it, and I’ll make sure you forget about everything but me.”
Fuck, this woman. She’s going to be the death of me, I swear.
She licks the tip and makes a show of moaning when she gets a taste of pre-cum. And then, like the fucking minx she is, she opens her mouth and takes me all the way down her throat. My cock swells beneath her touch, and I force myself to think of shit other than her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock so I don’t blow my load.
Talk to Dominick about the mayor.
The deal with Jenkins industries.
That property I need to?—
The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, and every thought but Brielle sucking my dick fades away. She slurps and sucks, and in my position, I have the perfect view of the saliva that drips out of the sides of her mouth as she bobs her head up and down.
“Fuck!” I moan, tugging at my wrists, needing her to slow down. “Baby, I’m going to?—”
She pops off my dick, and a string of saliva stretches from my shaft to her mouth, making me groan.
