I’m done feeling like a prisoner to a cruel prince.
I should be the one holding him captive.
In an attempt to turn the tables on him, I do the only thing I can think of: I ignore him. I tear my eyes away, and after making sure that the blanket is hiding my body, I slouch into bed, lying on my back.
Then I guide my hand underneath the blanket under Finn’s scrutiny, the tent in his pants doing little to hide the defiling thoughts in his head. I squeeze my eyes shut and pour all of my energy into climaxing.
Only, I’ve lost the spot.
Again.
“Get. Out.” My teeth chatter as I play with myself in front of my boss’s son like a sex-deprived sicko.
“And miss the show? Fuck that,” Finn grits out, a thousand fires igniting in his gaze.
And he’s not kidding.
He parks himself at the edge of my bed, watching me chase an orgasm that’s nowhere to be found. I’m going to have to throw him out myself, aren’t I?
“Get out.” I repeat, but dishonesty drips from my voice.
There’s a part of me, buried deep down inside, that wants him to ignore my request. A part of me that wants him to stay. I’m quick to close my robe underneath the blanket and remove the toy from between my legs.
I turn it off and toss it on the bed. Then I charge toward him, ready to swing the door open and kick him out.
I’ve barely opened the door an inch before his hand catches my wrist and he slams the door closed again.I let out a yelp when my chest comes flush with the icy door.
Finn grabs hold of my other wrist and joins my hands behind my back like he’s going to cuff me and throw me into the back of a police car.I’m at his mercy, pinned against the door, and I wiggle left and right to free myself.
“Get off me,” I snap over my shoulder, and Finn lets out a low, ruthless laugh that makes me shiver everywhere.
I’m trapped.
He’s got me tangled in his web, and there’s no way in hell he’s letting me go. I inhale a breath when he closes the gap between us, pressing his hard chest to my back to keep me firmly in place.
“Get off,” I repeat in a pride-driven attempt to save face. Finn’s breath skitters down my spine as he positions his mouth next to my ear.
“Make me.”
I oblige, wriggling against him, seeking a way out, but he won’t budge. I feel every inch of Finn’s hard-on against my ass.
The more I squirm, the harder he gets, and I’m terrified…
Because I don’t feel trapped at all.
I feel alive, turned on, and, mostly, embarrassed by how much I love hearing his groans as I “accidentally” rub against his crotch.
“Look at you, rubbing your ass all over my cock like the filthy fucking liar that you are.” Finn grunts against my neck, his grip around my curls tightening. “Tell me you don’t want me to make you come right here against that door, I fucking dare you.”
“Like you could,” I say to provoke him.
He doesn’t speak for a bit.
“Was that consent?” he teases, and I chew down on my lip. I don’t have the courage to say it out loud, so I opt for a quiet approach, stroking him harder with my ass.
“Fuck, Dia.” He sounds pained, as though he can’t take another minute of this. I rock back and forth against him, quietly telling him what he already knows.
I, Diamond Mitchell, want my boss’s son to do unholy things to me against my bedroom door—let’s just say I won’t hold my breath for Employee of the Month.