It feels like she just slammed a knife into my gut and twisted. “That wasn’t the only reason. You loved it.”
She pushes away from me and walks toward the bookshelf behind. “How can I love something from a guy who has treated me so terribly ever since we met?” she asks, glancing at me over her shoulder.
I draw in a deep breath, knowing that she deserves an apology. Hell, she deserves far more than that.
“I’m sorry, Natalya.” I move closer to her. “Sorry for all the shit I put you through, but don’t let that get in the way of a good thing.”
“A good thing?” she says, sound exasperated. “You forced me to give my virginity to you.”
“I’d say forced is a bit of a—”
“You know what I mean. I may have been willing at the time. A horny teenage virgin who didn’t mind being touched by the hottest boy in the school, despite how badly he’s treated me.” She shakes her head, putting more distance between us. “But I only met you there to save my family. To ensure the truth about who we really are didn’t come to light. And you know it.”
I do know it, but it doesn’t make it sting any less. A part of me had hoped that Nat had feelings for me too, and that’s why she was so into it.
I move toward her and back her against the bookshelf, surprised when she doesn’t break eye contact. “You made a deal with me. You are mine for the year.” I cup her cheek in my hand, making her glare angrily at me.
“So despite learning the truth about your mom, you are still going to treat me no better than a dog?”
I search those dark brown eyes, torn between doing what’s right and doing what I want. All my life I’ve been a selfish person since I watched my mom die, vowing to take whatever I want with force, as being weak gets you nowhere in life.
“No, mi reina.” I press my lips softly to hers and kiss her chastely. “I’m going to make amends.” I drop to my knees in front of her, making her brow furrow. “Make me beg, nena.”
Her brow lifts slightly. “Elias, what are—”
“Make me your dog. Force me to crawl by your side. I want to make it up to you.” What the hell has this girl reduced me to?
She shakes her head. “It’s too late, Elias. You know it, deep down.”
I grab hold of her hand, remaining on my knees. “It’s never too late.” And then I inch her skirt up, knowing I have to worship her, make her feel what I feel, somehow.
She grabs my hand. “Elias, what are you—”
“Quiet, and let me worship you.”
“So you go from bullying me to worshiping me?” she asks, sounding skeptical.
“Yes,” I say, desperation closing its claws around my heart. “Please.” It feels like time slows as I wait for her response.
Finally, she releases my hand and nods, allowing me to lift her skirt up her hips. I groan when I see her sexy red thong and push it to one side, admiring the way her lips glisten with arousal before I’ve even touched her. Slowly, I drag a finger through her arousal, making her shudder. The pad of my finger caressing her throbbing clit, which makes her jolt toward me as she sinks her fingers into my hair. “So fucking wet,” I say, gazing up at her.
“Fuck,” she breathes as I move forward and close my lips around her clit. I move my tongue in gentle, teasing movements around it, worshipping her as I promised.
“Lean against the table,” I order, pushing her back so she can use it to steady herself. I grab her thigh and lift it upward, allowing better access to her sweet pussy.
I draw a path through her lips with my tongue and then thrust it inside of her, groaning when her sweet arousal floods my mouth. “That’s it, princess. Let me worship your beautiful pussy.” I thrust two fingers inside of her and she moans loudly, as if she’s forgotten entirely where we are.
Anyone could walk up here and catch us, but that thought only encourages me.
Natalya leans back against the desk behind her as I devour her, making her moan and mewl like a pussy cat. Circling her clit with my tongue, I drive her toward climax.
She gasps, trembling in my grasp. “Elias.” The sound of my name on her lips is erotic and arousing, but this isn’t about me, not right now. It’s all about her. My cock is throbbing in my pants, but ignore it.
She may not want to forgive me yet, and I don’t blame her. I’ve been a complete and utter asshole to her, but that all changes from now on. Natalya was made to be my queen, even if it makes little sense after I’ve treated her so badly.
She claws her nails through my scalp as I continue to taste her, my pants becoming too tight over my crotch.
“You taste so damn good,” I breathe, lapping up her arousal as she gets wetter and wetter. I’m driven by a desire to master her body in a way that makes it impossible for her to resist me any longer. I slide three fingers inside of her pussy and start to fuck her with them, making her moan loudly. Her head lulls forward as she watches me kneeling before her.