Finally, he pulls my head back, his eyes greener than before. “On your knees, baby girl.”
I nod as he helps me to the floor, the plush carpeting cushioning my position. Cav unzips his jeans and fists his cock as he pulls it out. As I lean forward, my hair falls around my face, but with my bound hands, I’m helpless to pull it back.
Cav wraps one hand around the tangled strands and clenches it behind my head. I’m at his mercy, and yet I’ve never felt more powerful. The need in his eyes burns into me, and I want to give as much as I want to take.
She’s fucking beautiful. A goddess, and yet she’s kneeling at my feet. I don’t deserve this woman, but I won’t hesitate to take every advantage to ensure I can keep her in my life.
Greer’s lips close over my cock, and my hands in her hair help guide her movements. Fuck. The nights that I was away from her, refusing to believe I’d never get her back, I dreamed of all the things we did in that house in Belize.
She sucks my cock with enthusiasm, as if working me over and making me come before I’m ready is going to gain her a prize. I can’t complain, though. I’ll let her try and when I’m about ready to blow, I’ll tug her perfect mouth back and follow through on the rest of my promise.
Just the thought of sinking into her pussy has my balls drawing up around the base of my dick. This is going to be a hell of a lot shorter ride than I planned.
I give her another minute before I pull her up into a standing position and tug her flimsy little shorts down her legs. They’re still bound at the ankles, which puts a wrench in my plans.
Unless . . . I turn her around and pull her ass onto my lap, her pussy centered over my cock.
“You want this?” I shift so the head is tucked between her legs, nudging at her entrance.
“Yes,” she whispers as she sinks down and takes it all.
“Fuuck . . .”
“Oh my God.”
Our words are lost as I grip her hips to lift and lower her over my cock, helping her ride me and take me deeper with every thrust.
Greer’s head drops back, her hair spilling down around her shoulders.
I reach further around her hip and press two fingers down on her clit, wanting her orgasm to come fast and hard before I lose my own control. She grinds herself against my fingers with every stroke, her moans growing louder and louder. She’s on the edge, and her pussy is clamping down on my cock.
“You’re coming with me,” I order.
“Yes,” she says on a moan. “Now.”
I fuck my hips upward harder into her and pull her down at the same time, unleashing both our climaxes.
Greer’s head falls forward, and our hearts hammer in time for long, unmoving moments.
“You okay, baby?”
She nods, dropping her head backward onto my shoulder.
“We need to get you cleaned up.”
She nods again, and I wish I’d had the forethought to grab something to clean up with. Spying cocktail napkins on the table next to the couch, I lean us both over and snag them before handing them to Greer. I help her stand and clean up before unbuckling the restraints on her ankles and arms, and knead her muscles and joints.
“Bathroom is in the back. Your other bag is under the seat. I grabbed it from the bedroom so you’d have clothes.”
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Greer’s head snaps around and her gaze lands on me, fury and hurt dominating once again.
“I still can’t believe you freaking kidnapped me.”
“I did what I had to do. I needed you out of there, and I wasn’t going to ask your brother’s babysitter for permission.”
She shakes her head. “You could’ve knocked on the door like a normal person, and after I’d cried a little, I might have let you in. But no, you had to be the badass mobster’s kid and break into the house, tie me up, gag me, and stuff me into a fucking bag. Who does that?” Hysteria invades her tone, and I infuse mine with authority.
“Go clean up. We’ll talk about this when you’re done.”
Greer’s expression hardens into a cool mask. “I don’t know why you think I’m taking orders from you. You don’t own me. You might have said that you love me, but I’ve never felt rage like I did the moment after I realized I wasn’t being sold into white slavery and instead was being terrorized by someone I thought I could trust once upon a time. You lied to me, and I can see it in your face—you’ve got no remorse.”
“You’re right. I lied. I don’t regret it. I wouldn’t change a thing because it meant I got to have this time with you. You can expect me to play by your rules all you want, Greer, but it’s never gonna happen.”
Her hands ball into fists, and she drops her gaze to the carpet. When she looks me in the eye again, it’s with a straight spine and the posture of a queen.
“And the phone and Wi-Fi? Cannon said you messed with it to keep me cut off. Like some kind of crazy person.”