“You don’t move out of this bed, Arwen.”
“I don’t?—”
“You try to leave, and I promise you I will tie you to this bed and fuck you into submission. You understand?”
“But—”
“The bed is clean. The secretary is gone and won’t be back. She was leaving before I met you. She’s definitely not coming back since I have. I know I’m a bastard, but I’m not the type to take what you give me and not take care of you. Do you understand?”
I moisten my suddenly dry lips and swallow down my nerves. “Um … yes.”
“Good girl,” he praises, and I swear I feel my clit throb and the walls of my pussy clench in response.
I’m in so much trouble. The insides of my thighs are already so wet that it’s shameful. His eyes all but bore into mine and I stare back, biting into my lip. My hand tentatively reaches out, letting my fingers slide against his chest and the heat from his body does nothing to bank the fire he’s begun inside of me. I let my thumb brush against his hardened nipple and when he groans, I feel that sound vibrate in my clit. Don’t ask me how that’s possible—it just is.
He gives a devilish smile as his hand moves over my pussy. His fingers skate against the wet lips of my pussy, and I let out a whimper. “Blade …”
“You’re so fucking wet, Arwen. Your pussy is fucking dripping,” he groans, his hand pressing down against my throbbing clit.
“Oh, God,” I exhale.
His fingers move to rub my clit, setting a circular motion over the swollen area that has my body trembling. “Drenched,” he mumbles, and then before I realize what he’s going to do, I feel his fingers press into me. The walls of my pussy press against the intrusion, trying to suck him in deeper. I let my head fall back, deeper into the pillow as he continues to finger fuck me. I curl just enough to move my tongue to his nipple and lick it, my fingernails biting into his back, as my hips move in rhythm with his fingers. It’s not enough, but it’s amazing, just the same. “That’s it, baby, suck on my nipple. Feels so fucking good,” he growls. “You feel so good. Your pussy is going to choke my cock when I get inside you.” I feel my body tremble with his words. They’re exciting me as much as what he is doing. I’ve never had a man be vocal during sex, and it’s intoxicating. I feel his lips move along my shoulder and up my neck. He bites down on my earlobe, and I can feel a fresh gush of desire cover his fingers. My clit is throbbing so hard it’s painful. “You can deny it all you want, sweetheart, but we both know you came here to get fucked tonight, and I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to fuck you so hard that your sweet cunt will never be the same again. When you wake up in the middle of the night, you’ll remember me ramming inside of you, stretching you to fit my cock and only mine.”
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, his words quickly pushing me toward the point of no return. Can you come just from words alone? Before tonight, I would have thought it was impossible, but now I’m not so sure.
“Watch me, sweetheart,” he growls, and my gaze automatically moves down. It’s almost like my body is trained to obey his commands.
Blade is holding his thick, veiny cock in his hand. The head is wide and deeper in color than I would have thought possible. Precum is dripping down the head and I lick my lips, wanting to taste him. Before I can beg him for just a taste, he slaps his cock down against my wet pussy lips. The wet sound of my pussy being spanked, along with the feel, makes me moan. “God, yes.”
A whining noise escapes me as his fingers leave me. Yet, I watch as he holds my lips apart and spanks me once more with his massive cock—this time landing against my throbbing clit.
“Such a good girl. Are you ready for me to fuck you now?”
“So ready,” I answer at once, the words rolling off my tongue, my voice full of need.
“Play with your tits for me. I want to watch it while I fuck you,” he orders, the words coming all urgent and full of need. I immediately do as he asks, as he stretches over me to open the nightstand drawer and pull out a condom. He gets back into position, ripping the foil packet open with his teeth. I try to watch as he slides the latex over his cock, but I’m lost in a haze of desire. My hips are moving, begging for his cock. “Slide your finger over your clit. Get them nice and wet,” he demands. I do it instantly. The last thing I want to do is disappoint him. “That’s my woman. You mind me so well. Now rub those pretty cunt-soaked fingers all over your nipples. I want to taste you on them.” Excitement fills me at the mere thought, and I do it immediately. “That’s it, Arwen. Paint them all nice and glossy.”
“Like this?” I pant. He leans over me, sucking my nipple into his mouth while his cock pushes inside me. “Oh fuck,” I cry as he stretches my pussy so tight it’s almost painful.
“Breathe through it, pretty girl. You’ll get used to me,” Blade purrs. He holds the breast he hasn’t ravished yet up and presses it toward me. “Taste yourself, Arwen. Let me see you lick the sweet juices of your cunt from your tit. Do it.”
It’s all so much. His words, his demands, the way he feels. I’ve never been this aroused before in my life. I know I’m ready to come and it feels so big that it might just kill me. He moves, hitting a fast and hard rhythm that lets me know he’s as close as I am. He’s fierce and relentless, slamming into me so hard that my body is moved up on the bed, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. He rides my body hard, and all I can do is hold on to him, my nails scoring his back as he fucks me.
“You feel so good, Blade,” I wheeze. “I’m going to come.”
“Come for me, Arwen. Let go,” he orders right before he bites down on my nipple, and that’s all it takes. I come hard, screaming his name. He pushes me through the orgasm, and just as I think I’m done, his fingers find my clit and he’s still fucking me hard. His fingers move to my ass, and he presses his fingers inside, and I come again. “That’s it,” he praises, and then I feel his body jerk as he cries out my name, and I know he’s joined me. I hold on to him, unable to do anything else. “You’re mine now, sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear as he collapses over me, and I close my eyes thinking that I’m in big trouble …
16 OLIVIA
“You clean up real nice after the walk of shame, Winnie,” I giggle as we pull onto the road that leads to the Black Stone Ranch.
It’s three in the afternoon. Winnie came dragging in around ten this morning, in the same clothes she wore last night, obvious sex hair, and looking mortified when she saw me out on the porch and had nowhere to run. I knew she was going to go by and talk to Blade. I probably wouldn’t have thought she had sex with him until I saw her face, and then the way she cried when she saw me. I thought it would make me feel uncomfortable, maybe even sad. It’s probably weird that it didn’t. I don’t care though. What Blade and I shared is long in the past. After spending Bear’s last days talking about what happened between us, I could never go back to Blade, even though Bear told me to. I don’t see myself ever wanting another man. My body has been abused more than it ever found glee in sex. The only man I could probably feel comfortable with is dead. I know I love him in a way that I’ll never feel about anyone else. It could be a combination of all of that, but I genuinely don’t care what Blade does with another woman. Winnie is my best friend, though, and if he can give her the love that he once showed me—because I know he has that still inside him to give—then I’m happy. No one deserves it more than Winnie. Besides, she’d keep Blade on his toes, and he needs that. His personality was always much bigger than mine, and Winnie is the same way. They’re a good match.
“You get that this is weird, right? You’re supposed to be angry—crazy mad at me for sleeping with your ex,” she huffs.
“Why would I be mad? I told you how I felt about Blade and my past. If you’re happy, Winnie, that’s all I want. Blade was a really good guy back then—if you ignore the way he kept the truth from me. Just make sure he is always honest with you. You could do much worse than him.”
“This is the same man who you know wanted revenge on you, Livy. Hell, he brought a whore to your father’s funeral just to hurt you.”
