Sister.
There was no chance in hell this man, this brutally handsome yet increasingly annoying man was Emme’s brother. None. Besides, wouldn’t she have told me she had a brother? I reminded myself she’d told me almost nothing about her family other than that her father was extremely controlling, demanding in a way that stifled her. Which was why she’d selected Columbia University instead of the dozen excellent colleges closer to home.
He cracked his hand on my bottom four more times, leaving me aching all over, a moan floating toward the ceiling. I was exhausted from fighting, still clawing the comforter while shifting enough I was able to rest my face on the edge of the bed.
Seconds passed, his breathing as labored as mine. I closed my eyes, wiggling once again, which I hoped would prompt him to end the madness. It didn’t.
Instead, he caressed my heated skin, leaving me awash with tingles creating tiny surges of electric jolts. When his fingers danced across my pussy lips, I bit my lower lip in hopes of remaining silent. That wasn’t possible as he repeated his filthy actions, purposely swirling the tip of one around my clit several times.
Involuntarily, I bucked against his leg, bumping into his thick bulge. His muscles were tense from the light friction, but that didn’t stop him. He continued taunting me, creating a longing that had no place at this moment. My teeth had already grazed the surface of my lips to the point I tasted warm copper.
He eased my legs further apart so he had free and easy access. I was shocked when he drove at least two fingers inside, thrusting several times. The sensations rocketing through me were intense and I was so wet, my juice easily staining the inside of my thighs.
The bastard knew my condition and was using it against me, adding a third and fourth finger while rolling his thumb around my clit. He was so masterful at manipulating my pussy that I was almost instantly drenched in perspiration.
“I believe you can be a very good girl when you want to be. Can’t you?” His voice was low and husky, the timbre packed with a seductive vibe. I didn’t bother answering, trying to shut out the vibrations, but it was too late.
His fingers were masterful weapons, pushing me to the point of no return. Within a few seconds, I was mortified all over again by the realization that I was humping his leg while he finger fucked me. The moment was insane, yet I couldn’t help myself. Panting, I pushed up from the bed as his actions became more forceful. His fingers were flexed open, pumping brutally with such wild abandon I couldn’t catch my breath.
And he knew exactly what he was doing to me, the bastard.
As a climax neared, I realized I’d thrown my arm back, my fingers digging into his leg. He didn’t seem to care and I had no intention of stopping. I needed something to hold onto. There was no denying that I was bucking hard against his hand, panting like a wild dog as the electric vibrations picked up in intensity.
He shifted the angle of his hand without missing a beat and suddenly, I found myself in clear shock when his thumb breached my dark hole. That was all I could take.
The climax raced through my system, the wave dragging all sound from my throat, every breath from my lungs.
He didn’t stop as my body began to shake, pumping harder than he’d done before. In the crazy moment, all I could think aboutwas hot his big, fat cock would feel being thrust inside once again.
When I started slip-sliding down from the high, he leaned over and whispered so that only I could hear.
“One day I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy all over again and your tight little ass. Soon, my lost angel. Very soon.”
The sound of his laugh was close to being evil, but I was too drained to react to either the words or the meaning.
Seconds later, I realized he was still leaning over. “Now that I’ve allowed you pleasure, it’s time for you to talk. And I won’t accept a single lie.”
Still gobsmacked, before I could respond, barraging him with additional questions, a sound caught both our attention.
When he glanced toward the door, I used his distraction to my benefit, utilizing the muscles in my legs to gain control. He didn’t know what hit him when I managed to roll him over onto his back, straddling his waist and yanking both his arms over his head.
His shocked surprise was followed by a smile ever so slowly crawling across his face. “I’ve yet to have a single woman beat me in a wrestling match. Especially one so beautiful.”
His heated gaze raking across my chest then down to my bellybutton and beyond was a horrible reminder that I was completely naked.
Oh, my God.
I was playing control games with some guy I didn’t know without wearing a scrap of clothing. Granted, as with being a model,there were no modesty clauses in our contracts. Still, this… asshole likely meant me harm.
He latched onto my fingers, using his upper body strength to pull me down by several inches.
Until we were locked in the same moment where we’d been in the bathroom, our lips far too close for comfort.
“Anna. You’re here. I didn’t think you were coming until tomorrow.”
We both heard the lilting female voice, the slight echo from her words followed a flurry of activity. Emmeline was home.
“Be careful, Emme. We have an intruder!” I called out, giving the monstrous bastard another shock.
