“I hate you, Samuel. I don’t want you here.”
“So, tell me to leave,” I dare her, wondering if she’ll have the guts to do it.
“I can’t,” she mumbles, shame blanching her. “I’ve wanted this for too long.”
A smile rises on my face. “So, you do remember the kiss under the tree.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Of course I remember.”
I hold her stare, my mouth millimeters from hers, then I admit something to her I’ve never even admitted to myself. The words slip from my lips like a confession of my sins to a priest.
“I’ve wanted it since that night too,” I admit, throwing myself in the line of fire and making myself vulnerable for the first time in years. She sucks in a gasp at my honesty, and I almost do the same.
This isn’t me.
This is some alien who has body snatched me.
The Samuel I know would never admit something like that to anyone. He wouldn’t tell anyone he was sorry, or apologize for anything. He wasn’t gentle; he didn’t show any weakness. Or remorse. Yet, here I am, being the man I never thought I could be. Telling the girl I hurt all those years ago, the girl I intend to hurt all over again, that I’ve wanted her ever since that moment.
“I’m going to spank you now,” I say, cutting into the heady atmosphere, because I need to change the subject from feelings and emotions and shit I don’t want to think about to something I’m the master of. She looks at me sharply. “You’re going to enjoy it, Patience. Probably not more than me, so don’t get cocky, but I assure you that you will enjoy it.”
“Samuel…”
“I said no talking.”
I sit down on the edge of her bed and pull her to me, laying her across my knee. Mercifully, she doesn’t fight me. I put my hand on her lower back to hold her in place, my cock pressing against her belly. Then I smooth my hand over her pert ass before raising it and bringing it back down. The crack of my hand on her skin rings through the room. She winces, gasping in pain, but doesn’t move. My mouth twitches with a smile, my nostrils flaring in desire.
“Why am I punishing you, Patience?” I ask, running my palm over her ass to soothe the stinging. My fingers probe over her cheeks to her cunt where I feel her desire pooling.
“I don’t know,” she says on a gasp as I press against her entrance.
I raise my hand sharply and bring it back down, the crack sounding out. She whimpers again, caught by surprise by the strike of my palm.
“Tell me,” I grit out, all softness gone now as my dick grows painfully hard beneath her.
“Because I talked?” she gushes, the words flying from her lips as I squeeze her ass so roughly, the smooth skin dimples. “Because I talked when you told me to be quiet?”
“That’s right.” I raise my hand quickly and bring it down once more, and she cries out. “You need to learn to do as you’re told,” I say, the words rumbling from my chest. “Good girl,” I finally appease, rubbing my hand over her ass some more.
I gently lift her up, then lay her on the bed. Her face is red from embarrassment and anticipation. I like that look on her. I see the glisten of dampness between her legs, and that’s all I need to know. My cock is hard and eager, and I’m more than ready to fuck her now, but I have to take a minute to look at her—to fully appreciate her.
I push her thighs apart so I can see her pussy. The soft curls of hair are damp with her desire and I part her lips with my fingers before slowly pushing one of them inside her. Her back arches as I slowly slide my thick finger in and out of her. My cock bobs as her body clings to me, holding me tightly, and I’m barely holding it together. The desire to be inside her is too much.
I look up at her face. Her long, dark hair lays over one shoulder, partially hiding one of her pert breasts from me. Her stomach is flat and toned, her legs slim and long. And she’s chewing on her bottom lip in an attempt to hold in a satisfied moan as my thumb presses against her clit. She’s so compliant to my every touch, yet she still has that spark of defiance I love in a woman. She’s fucking perfect for me in every sense of the word.
And I’m going to have to break her, again, and then walk away.
All for the sake of The Elite.
Something akin to guilt flares in my chest, but I push it away. I can’t think like that right now. I just need to do what needs to be done, fuck the consequences.
I move toward my clothes and pull my wallet from my jacket, retrieving a condom, then turn back to her. She hasn’t moved or looked away, but sits with one leg propped up, giving me a direct view of her glistening cunt as she waits for me. My chest lets out a growl of appreciation.
Tearing open the foil, I roll the condom down my hard length, then walk toward her and push her back on the bed. She stares up at me with wide eyes, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip. I groan at the sight, my cock throbbing in anticipation. I wonder for a moment if what Sebastian said is true about her still being a virgin. There’s something about that thought I like. Being the first man to ever be here, her pussy lips wrapped hungrily around my dick like a vice. Filling her, taking her, owning her with every thrust of my hips, every drag of my cock.
I lean over her, lining myself up with her entrance before gripping her soft-as-silk thighs and spreading them so I’m seated between them, and then I slowly push myself inside her, letting her warmth envelop my cock.
I groan. Patience gasps. And before I know what I’m doing, I lean down and press a kiss to her waiting mouth, swallowing her hum of satisfaction as I settle inside her. I stroke the side of her face, running my thumb across her lower lip. I swallow and rock my hips gently before placing another kiss on her lips.
