His abs flex, his chest rising and falling as his breath quickens. I finger myself in tandem to his thrusts. His brows draw together and his mouth drops open as everything tightens and he comes. I greedily swallow him down as he growls through his release.
He pulls me up to my feet and kisses me. He squats down, lifting me by my thighs, my legs wrap around his waist. My hands twist in his wet hair, as he leaves the shower.
With one hand he grabs a towel off the rack and carries me to the counter, throwing the towel down and setting me on it.
He trails kisses across my jaw and down my neck, moving up to my ear tonibble on my earlobe. He pinches my nipple as he plays with my breasts, his other hand circling my clit with perfect pressure.
It doesn’t take long before I’m coming apart, moaning his name into his mouth. I lean back, resting my shoulders on the cool mirror; it’s refreshing on my heated skin.
“I will never get enough of you,” he pants against my neck.
I chew on my bottom lip. “You’re not going to get sick of waiting? I know it’s not the same…”
He pulls back and grips my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes to stay on his.
“Sick of waiting?” he repeats, almost amused. “Isobel Ashthorne, you have no idea what you do to me.” His grip tightens, possessive. “You’ve already ruined me. And I’ll gladly let you.”
My pulse stutters.
“I’ll wait for as long as you need, because you’re everything.” His mouth curves, wicked and dirty. “Though, trust me, when I finally have you the way I want, you won’t be able to get rid of me.”
13 SOFT SPOT
Jace
The summons comes without explanation.
I should be used to it by now. Gideon’s office rarely holds good news, and it never comes without spectacle.
“He’s waiting for you.” His assistant scrambles to open the door for me.
I step inside.
Adrienne is pinned over his desk. Her tits bouncing against the mahogany. Hair falling over her face as she moans like a porn star. Gideon’s moving with all the entitlement and brutality I’ve come to expect.
I don’t flinch. I don’t look away. No surprise or shock allowed to manifest. He has no respect for women. He doesn’t expect me to have any either.
She’s been my father’s…lover since my mom left. Lover is misleading. The only thing he loves is power, money, and himself. She’s more like his most used human fuck doll.
Poor thing, she thinks he loves her. But when she’s playing house with Lucian, he has a parade of women who take her place. To him, they are all just a hole to be used for his pleasure.
“Jace,” he growls, like a starved man interrupted mid-feast, “tell me why she’s no longer an initiate.”
He slams so hard into Adrienne, her face pinches before letting out a moan. My blood chills at the mention of her.
He leans back, smirking over the top of Adrienne’s form. “Now we need to remove her, permanently.”
I don’t flinch. My jaw tightens.
He’s testing me, my loyalty, my patience. He wants to check whether I care. I keep my mask carefully in place. My eyes never leave his. Cold. Ruthless.
“I don’t think you should move too hastily. I think there’s a more advantageous move to be made.” I keep my voice flat.
He doesn’t answer as his thrusts increase in speed, and it borders on ridiculous.
“Gideon, I’m coming,” she screams.
He roars his release from behind her, his thrusts slowing. I keep my eyes on my father’s face as he puts himself away and Adrienne rights her skirt.
