The force of his possession was too much for my heart and body to handle and yet I couldn’t make him stop. In this moment, I wanted to give him what he wanted. What we both wanted. Even if it was just pretend.
“I told you, Willow Olivia Waters. You’re mine.”
I could only muster a small sound that was barely a moan and to push back onto his cock.
That’s when the pounding began.
Hard.
Fast.
Unrelenting.
And completely mind blowing.
I wanted to beg. I wanted to scream. Fuck me, I wanted to be his. But I was tainted. By lies and fear. I didn’t deserve love with him.
I hadn’t realized I was crying until I felt his tongue trail my cheek. “Crying won’t make me stop, Angel.” The rumble of his voice was electrocuting and thrilling.
“No.”
“No?”
“Don’t stop.”
His answering laughter was unexpected and strangely chilling. “You better fucking believe I won’t.”
The threat of pleasure led to floodgates opening and the tiny thread of Dash’s control to snap.
“Such a tight ass.” As if on command, my ass gripped him and the groan that rumbled from his chest was music to my ears. My ass pushed back against him, against my will, silently asking for more. “When I’m ready, I’m going to come in your mouth. Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Say it. Say you want to swallow my come.”
“I want to swallow your come.”
“Yeah?”
“Taste you…” I felt delirious. Words were impossible. I could only feel and submit to his possession.
Finally, after I didn’t think I could survive anymore, he forced one final thrust and then flipped me over. His hand gripped my hair and lifted my upper body from the bed just as his cock erupted.
But it wasn’t my mouth that received him. His warm come coated my lips and cheeks in the most vulgar way that both excited and pissed me off. I stared up at him questioning him with my eyes when my brain refused to function.
“You don’t deserve my come,” he answered simply.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
WILLOW
“YOU’LL BE STAYING here,” Dash announced at the last minute as he gathered his bags. He barely even looked at me.
“What made you change your mind?” And why was I disappointed at the thought of not seeing him for an entire week?
“You.”
I faltered at the sadness in his voice. “Me?”
“I need to think, and I can’t do that with you around. I’ll only end up hurting you or fucking you.”
“So am I supposed to be stuck alone in this apartment for a week?”
“You won’t be alone.”
“Another guard?”
“Of sorts,” he answered vaguely.
I felt as if I should say something but words seemed impossible. He hesitated only a second before leaving without another word or a goodbye.
I wandered to the couch and dropped onto it feeling lifeless. I should have been relieved. I was no longer going, but I was still trapped inside… or so I thought.
My gaze landed on his car keys lying on the glass cocktail table. He must have taken a car to the airport…
My mind raced, already putting my plan into action. This morning as we left he had been too distracted by the phone call from his mother to notice me watching him key in the code. I still had no wallet or cellphone, but I now had my freedom and means of transportation.
But first things first…
I tiptoed to the door and opened it. My eyes ran up and down the private corridor leading to the elevator only to find no sign of a guard.
Had he been toying with me?
I shook off the suspicion and counted my blessings. After dressing in one of the jeans and plain shirts I’d bought during my shopping trip with Sheldon, I prayed that my luck hadn’t ran out and headed for his office.
The next step in my plan would require cash.
I took a deep breath and tried the doorknob. To my utter disbelief, it was unlocked. The door opened a crack, and I hesitated for only a moment before pushing inside. The room was dark so I flipped on the light switch. My eyes immediately landed on his desk.