“You deserve easy after what I did. But being here, seeing you, I don’t want to be gentle, Emma. Four fucking days I’ve waited. I want every minute of my four days with your sexy body.”
“Don’t be easy, Rett. I’m ready for you, and I want you.”
I tugged her hair again. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do.”
Letting go of Emma was the hardest thing I had done, and yet I did. I released her hair and took a step back. I tipped my chin down. “On your knees, beautiful.”
Emma complied as she gracefully lowered herself to the floor.
Once she was in place, I asked, “Is this your rendition of the restaurant?”
With her painted lips together and her eyes wide, she nodded.
“Hands behind your back.”
I couldn’t help but notice the way she fidgeted with her own wanton need as she complied. “Are you wet?”
Her breasts heaved as her answer came between heavy-with-heat breaths. “Yes.”
“Spread your knees. Let me see.”
One by one, she obeyed. The firelight exposed what she’d just admitted. The evidence of her arousal glistened on her inner thighs. Fuck, I had so many things I wanted to do to her. She was too good for the options running through my dark thoughts.
Emma Ramses was an angel in the hands of a devil.
She deserved better than what I desired of her. She was a queen who deserved the crown and jewels. However, in the dark of night, when we were alone, I needed the whore. I sought to take and dominate. I craved her submission.
How far would I go before she would want to leave?
I crouched down before her and lowered my voice. “One more chance, Emma. Run away. Go back up to the third floor because if you stay I won’t apologize for what I do to you or what I want from you.”
Her blue gaze stayed fixed on mine and her nipples beaded, growing harder with each phrase I spoke. The tips of her lips curled as she looked at me with more trust than I deserved. “I’m not leaving, Rett. This is where I want to be.”
Standing, I unbuckled my belt and worked the button and zipper. In record time, my clothes were lost to the floor somewhere in the shadows with her dress. I fisted my cock as her pink tongue darted to her lips. For a moment, I let her wait as my hand moved faster. The tip of my dick glistened.
“Open.”
Emma’s lips parted.
She was killing me as she obeyed every command.
Her mouth was heaven, warm and wet. I fisted her hair to keep her close. Emma didn’t move away or falter as I fucked her lips, pressing on the tongue, and burying myself until she couldn’t take more. As my feet moved apart and balls grew tight, the little noises she made were better than any aphrodisiac.
A pop echoed through the room as I pulled out. Her blue gaze was questioning as my climax hit. My fist pumped my throbbing cock as my come streamed over her lips, down her chin, and across her breasts.
Unfazed, Emma lifted her face as more spewed forth.
“You’re mine.”
She nodded as she ran her hands over her skin as if she was rubbing in suntan lotion.
“Lick your hands.”
Without hesitation, her tongue come forward and did as I said.
Once she was content, I offered her my hand and helped Emma stand.