I’m frustrated. So freaking frustrated. I get where he’s coming from, but holy shit! How can he say that stuff and not think it’s going to make me need him more?
His nostrils flare and his jaw ticks, but he doesn’t move. I huff and jerk my hand from his thigh. The hell with this. I shove my strong hand down my sweatpants, moaning when my fingertips brush over my swollen nub. My panties are soaked, like completely saturated with my desire, and it won’t take me but a second to bring myself to completion.
“Emersyn,” he warns.
I roll my eyes, flip my fingers under the band on my panties, and push them deep, without ceremony, into my hot core. I can smell my arousal taking over the interior of his car. There is no damn way he can miss it. When I curl my fingers slightly and brush over my sweet spot, I cry out hoarsely, ending it in a long moan. My wetness coats my fingers as my walls starting to tremble. Just a few more thrusts and I’ll break into a million pieces. I can feel it building, and even at my own hands, I know it will be powerful.
“Fuck!” His deep voice vibrates through the confined space and my core clenches. “Goddamn it!”
Lost in myself—literally—I don’t even see him move before my hand is snatched out of my pants and my fingers are being shoved into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my digits and he closes his eyes on a moan.
He doesn’t open them until I feel like my two fingers have been sucked clean. Releasing them with a pop, he gives me his eyes—his black eyes full of fire—and rumbles out a feral growl.
“The next time you try to make yourself come, I’m going to fucking tie you to the bed and tease you until you pass out, but I won’t let you come for goddamn hours. I’ll bring your body to the edge, primed and ready to fall over the ledge, but never let you fall. Over and fucking over. Your screams of pleasure never hitting the peak that you pray I’ll give. I’m in charge of your pussy, Emersyn. Don’t fucking forget that your sweetness will only be given by me. My fucking fingers. My mouth. And MY cock.”
“Holy shit,” I pant.
He climbs out of the car, slamming the door behind him, and walks powerfully to my door. My eyes don’t once move from the seat he just vacated.
I’m in his arms a second later, and wordlessly, he’s charging to the elevators. For a brief second, I wonder if I pressed him too far before I push his aside and let the thrilling sensation his promise gives me take over.
CHAPTER 29
Emmy
“You need help stripping, Em?” he asks me when he sets me down on the edge of his bed.
I shake my head, not really sure if I’m answering him or telling myself. I honestly have no idea if I’ll be able to get my clothes off.
“That’s what I thought.” His hands go to the hem of my tee and swiftly pull it over. My bra comes off even faster. Placing his hands under my armpits, he lifts my ass off the mattress. “You good?” he asks, making sure I have my balance before continuing.
With my nod, his hands go to the elastic band at the top of my baggy sweats. He’s more careful with my pants, moving down as he pulls them and my panties to the ground. I feel his lips press against my knee and travel up my leg.
And just like that, he’s gone. I sway, but his strong arms grab my shoulders to help steady me. After making sure I’m good on my feet, he takes a step back before lifting his shirt over his head. Inch by delectable inch, his stomach comes into view first. His wide chest is next. Then I bring my eyes to his and lick my lips. His focus follows the path of my tongue, and I have to squeeze my thighs tight when his groan rumbles through the room.
I bring my hands to my breasts and caress the swollen skin. My weaker arm gives me some pain when I tweak my nipples, but the look on his face makes it one hundred percent worth it.
“Emersyn,” he growls, palming his crotch.
“Maddox,” I counter.
And just like that—he attacks.
My body is hauled off the floor when his hands return under my arms and lift. Then his mouth takes mine in a hungry kiss full of possession. I bring my legs up and wrap them around his waist, moaning deeply into his mouth. His hands flex against my ass, his hard cock rubbing against my seeping core. I toss my head back when he pulls one large hand off my ass before bringing it back—hard—in a biting slap.
“More,” I beg.
“With fucking pleasure, Emmy.”
He sets me back on the mattress and steps back. I watch as his hands go back to his pants, pulling his belt off slowly—calculating—and dropping his pants. He doesn’t even move to take them off all the way. I know it will take longer with his prosthetic still on than he’s willing to take. His rock-hard cock springs out, the head purple and angry, the loop through the tip wet with his come. I reach out and brush my hand against his thigh, cup his balls, and then tease his length with my touch. The feeling of his ladder against my skin makes me shiver in anticipation.
“Hands off and roll on to your stomach, Emersyn.”