Page 23 of Worth Loving You

“Oh, I don’t know about that. You’re playing hard to get, but you’ll see what a good thing it is I’m offering you—”

“You really are sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

A sense of delight lit up his expression, the glass hovering in front of his face. “I was referring to the money part, but the fact you’re thinking of my dick is promising.”

I took a sharp gasp and held it for a moment before deflating with an exaggerated exhale. “You don’t want me, Milo. I don’t know what it is you’re so enticed by, but I’m not the one you want.”

“Why not?”

“Look at me!” I shouted, waving my hands down my sides.

His smile broadened and he chuckled huskily, taking a sip before setting the almost empty glass on the nightstand. “Trust me, sweetheart, I’ve been looking since you showed up. I’m just wondering how long you’re going to make me wait before you let me see all of you.”

“You need to call the tiny lady back and get your pleasures from her.”

“If I wanted her again, I wouldn’t have sent her away.”

“Again?”

His lips pursed and he huffed, folding his arms over his chest. “I’m not even going to lie and pretend like you’re going to be my only lover. You’re too smart to fall for that. I can get away with that with the others, but you’re too headstrong to be taken advantage of.”

“I’m not going to be your lover, Milo.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“You’re nuts. Why are you so hellbent on getting someone like me?”

“Because I want you, and I don’t accept no.”

“Look at you,” I whispered, waving my hand toward him. My chest was aching, the humiliation destroying me. “You can have anyone you want—”

“I know, and I want you.”

“Why?” I croaked with a new wave of tears. “When you already had that beautiful, flawless woman, why would you want this?”

His brows furrowed, recognition finally sparking in his gray eyes. “Oh my god, you’re insecure. That’s what this is about.”

Scoffing, I crossed my arms, curling into myself as I leaned on his dresser. I just wanted to disappear.

“I don’t know what you see, but what I’m looking at is a lot of soft, curvy flesh to hang on while I’m pounding my dick in that pussy.”

Startled, my head snatched up, ice rolling down my spine.

“I see tits that are going to bounce every time my hips slam into yours.” His sight lowered to my crotch with a wicked grin. “A nice, fat pussy swallowing my cock, Christ, Chazzy, let me fuck you right now,” he wheezed, his chest huffing with suddenly labored breathing. “I’m so hard just thinking about it. Take your clothes off and come here.”

My heart skipped, peeking at the growing bulge in his trousers. Jolting to an upright position, my movement knocked the dresser to the wall, rattling the contents on top.

Suddenly, he was lunging from the bed, grabbing my shirt with a growl, and throwing me to the mattress, pawing at my pants.

“Never wear these again, they’re too stiff and I can’t fucking feel you through the material.”

I shrieked, kicking my legs to get away. Instead, all I managed to do was help him get the pants off quicker. His fingers shot between my thighs, rubbing at my pussy, his weight falling to a fist over my shoulder. Eyes glowing with an animalistic frenzy, his mouth was curling around his teeth, his fingers parting my lips to circle my clit. I choked on an inhale and tried to scoot away, but he grabbed the back of my neck so I couldn’t, leaning closer.

“I always get what I want,” he whispered when my body reacted to his touch and wetness started smearing around my flesh.

My heart was pounding on my ribs, fear gripping with its razor-sharp talons. Nearing hyperventilation, I clenched my lids, curled my arms to my chest, and screamed out the only thing I could think of that would save me right now.

“I’m a virgin!”