by Savannah May
The entire time I hold her gaze and she holds mine right back, motionless, breathless, finally I'm going to finish what I should have completed the day we ran into each other in the washroom again.
“Cole, wait,” she murmurs.
Those two words fire me like a stealth bomb, taking me right back to that night when she almost let go and surrendered to us then shut it all back down inside and I left her alone in her room, me pounding it out in my gym. Both our lives have been a torture of suffering since then and now I'm going to make it right.
I bury my fingertips into her slickness, rubbing her juice into her hard nub and she gasps as her violet eyes flicker with distraction.
“You want me. Try to deny it,” I tell her.
Now, her breath comes short and ragged and I can almost see her heart pounding against the provocative mounds pushing against the thin fabric of her dress.
“No. We can't.”
“You can't,” I growl. “You can't deny it, you don't want this family shit anymore than I do.”
I trace faster, more demanding circles around her clit and feel her knees start to buckle with the force of sensations claiming her body.
“Someone will see us,” she moans.
“I don't give a fuck who sees us. I do what I want and so should you. No one's going to think this is remotely unusual behavior here. I could fuck you right now and no one would bat a single false eyelash. And I know you want me to.”
Her head makes the tiniest movements, rapid shakes back and forth that are hijacked in the moment I shove two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy and her head ratchets back with a vast inhale of desire. I immediately plunder the spot, curling even pressure over it until she's shuddering and whimpering, her eyes flutter, half rolled up in her head.
“Tell me you want me.” I order. “Tell me you want me inside you right now.”
“I-,” her breath is so tight in her lungs she can't say a word.
“This is mine.” I plunge my fingers right up to the hilt, lightly grazing her cervix with the tips so she whimpers again. “This sweet pussy is mine and always will be. Always.”
Her eyes saucer-up like she's seeing another character, a Cole she never met- and she is.
“I want you.” she whispers. I see tears riding around those violet pools but I'm not going to stop letting her know where we stand.
She wants me as much as I want her and she's fucking going to acknowledge the fact right here right now. I'm so desperate to bury myself inside her and feel her walls hug my burning shaft in their sweet caress until she's tugging me inside her begging me to never come out.
“And fuck this stepbrother bullshit. Forget about my father forever, just like I have. Our parents won't be around forever and this pussy is mine. Always.”
As soon as I mention the asshole her eyes dart back into her head, wide apart and she writhes herself in a twist pulling my penetration out of her sweet hole.
“No! Fuck you Cole. You're a killer and you enjoy it. I hate everything about you. You think you can do whatever you want and I'm done. I don't want you and I'm going to find somewhere to go so I don't have to see you.”
Her vitriol is so forceful I release my grip on her and she slithers out from under me. I cannot bear to see such loathing contorting Harley's adorable loving face. Never have I seen her like this even after the bastard did what he did to her.
“I'm leaving now, with a blonde bimbo. Who I choose to fuck is none of your concern do you get it? None.” Her voice is so quiet it's barely audible over the rushing in my head. “And if anything untoward should happen to my mom's husband this week, don't think I'm going to sit quiet and say nothing. I hate you and whoever, whatever you've become.”
And she's gone. Leaving me simmering with lust and rage and helpless desire that isn't quelled when I smash my hand through the plaster of the dividing wall, some universal force has me turn at the last moment away from the solid brick exterior wall I'd held my Harlow trapped against while she told me how much she hates me.
I make a massive effort to control myself from roaring and smashing the furniture all the way back to my office. She's definitely gone from me now and it's totally my fault because I facilitated it by bringing her to my sex club.
“Check out where Cruz de Angelis lives. No need to go busting in or anything, just case it and make sure Harlow's there, and that she wants to be.” I know that smug bastard has some strange ideas when it came to women.
“Cole you're overwrought. This kind of emotional strain stops you thinking straight.” Rowan knows me better than any woman on the planet. “Shall I send someone up here.”
“No.” I bark. Not wanting to take chances with my mood on one of the submissives.
She turns toward me with that look I've seen on her face many times, willing, enticing, promising. Her breath is rasping hard, lifting her breasts almost completely free of her dom corset. Rowan is the one woman in the world I know can take me in my present mood.
I clasp both sides of her head and slam her mouth into mine, plunging my tongue into her as though I could rip out her heart. She has my cock out of my pants in moments and I pull her amazing tits out of their perilous bondage and mash them in my fists, tugging on her nipples, corkscrewing them between my pinched fingertips so viciously any normal, less robust, woman would have howled in pain. Rowan merely pulls my raging cock toward her entrance and grinds the head into her slickness.
Same as the last time we fucked, it's nothing short of primal, pure animal coupling that anyone observing might think was forced although they'd be pressed to say who was compelling the other. Rowan's a dom by nature and that means sex with a non-submissive man is always going to be a battle between vikings.
She slams me onto the desk and makes a valiant attempt at impaling herself on my rock shaft that's clamoring for release. I smash her back against the wall and pull her thigh around my waist, spreading her pussy over my solid length before I aim my arrow at her center and fire, ramming into her up to the hilt and then the war really begins.
She lifts her arms over her head, pressing her hands into the wall to arch her back and grind back into me with every ramming thrust into her. I bash so hard into her hot tunnel, our pubic bones crash enough to shatter, the burning rocks of my balls slap against her smooth asshole. It 's over in the time it takes to ride the elevator down from my apartment and we're both left panting for breath, drained of our rage.
I'd been a demon the last while, so riddled with useless guilt about my father taking Harlow that I circled around her like a butterfly, hoping she'd come around in time. Enough of that shit. I was gonna get Harlow back and show her that she's mine, we're meant to be together and we will be or I'll fucking die trying.
First I have an appointment to murder my father.
The Romance Continues . . . A Message from Savannah
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