He removes his shirt, displaying his fucking gorgeous body, all toned and delicious and all fucking mine. When he stands before me naked, he fists his thick cock and pumps it a few times. Dark eyes meet mine. “Take it all off, kitten. Strip for me, show me what I own.”
I stand, peeling off my clothing piece by piece.
“Now, get back on that bed and spread those legs.”
His head falls to my breasts, and his hot tongue circles one taut nipple. He trails his fingers down my body. I moan when the tip of his cock nudges my entrance.
“Fuck me, Ryder,” I say just before he slams into my pussy.
The weight of him knocks the breath from me but his hands cupping my face eases the blow. His cock stretches and fills me to the point of agony. All I want is for him to move, to give me the thing I desire.
“Rule number two, you’re mine, Asher, whether I’m with you every second, or if we’re apart for a month.
“Yes. I’m yours,” I moan, and when he moves, it’s slow and sensual.
“Ryder,” I cry out with each calculated thrust.
“And finally, baby girl, no one will ever fuck this pussy, but me.” This time he slams into me hard, over and over until I shudder beneath him.
“Mine. All fucking mine,” he hisses as he fills me.
* * *
My feet tap on the carpeted floor of the waiting area outside Coben Rothwell’s office. I’ve seen him in passing over the last two months, but I’ve never had to talk to him. Being summoned to his office is not what I had in mind for this evening. Instead, I was going to a party with Marcella and Dylan to distract myself from the fact that Ryder is away for another two weeks. Fuck, what could his father want with me?
Coben’s secretary, a leggy brunette who is slightly disheveled, exits his office. “Ms. Hawthorne. Mr. Rothwell will see you now,” she tells me, patting her hair in place. It is so obvious what she was doing in there and the thought alone makes me want to hurl. Ryder and his father could not be more different. Sure, Ryder was an asshole when we first met, I’m sort of seeing where that player streak comes from, but he’s changed, and I know he could never be capable of hurting me the way his father does Ruth. The poor woman.
Walking into his office I feel like a sheep being led to the slaughter. It’s a massive space, perfect for the head of a company like this. After his secretary announces me and pours me a glass of water which I gulp down. She leaves, closing the double doors behind her.
“Ms. Hawthorne, it seems you’ve been avoiding me. Please sit.”
I sink into a visitor’s chair and instead of sitting in a chair like a normal person, Coben Rothwell, sits at the desk in front of me, looking down at me. Ironic.
“Mr. Rothwell. I’ve just been busy. Working part-time while being a full-time student has itsdisadvantages.” But he knows that.
“Well, you’re here now.”
I shift in my seat at the predatory way in which he’s looking at me. How can this piece of shit be related to the man I love?
“Is there a particular reason for that, Mr. Rothwell?”
He tips my head up with his forefinger, which startles me. “I like to monitor my investments.” Bile rises to my throat, and I move my head away.
“Investment? You granted me a scholarship. One, I believe I earned. I’m working off some of it here in your company.”
“You are a feisty one, no wonder Ryder’s still fucking you.”
I frown, wanting to punch him in the balls. “That is an inappropriate thing to say.”
“You do know, Ms. Hawthorne, my son will tire of you, and you should be careful not to burn your bridges when that happens.”
“The only ties Ryder is going to cut are those with you when he finds out what a creep you are.”
He laughs. “Oh, I don’t think you’ll be telling my son any of this.”
I rise, only to have him push me back down by the shoulder. “I don’t believe I gave you permission to leave.”
“Get your hands off me,” I push his grimy fingers off. A sinister grin plays on his lips.