“I—I—I want you to acknowledge that we’re sleeping together.”
“I’m fucking you.” He shrugged. “I won’t deny it.”
He would never forget that look on her face. It was horrible. His words were true, as far as he could tell, but it was obvious that she had expected him to say something more. Why? She was the one who had made it sound as though they were just two consenting adults getting some mutual satisfaction. She couldn’t have it both ways.
Tegan stared out the window. Her shoulders seemed to slump against the seat. “I guess if we’re just fucking, then it really doesn’t matter who I marry.”
“I told you,” Wrath reiterated quietly. “You can marry whomever you want. Your father can’t tell you what to do, and neither can I. It’s your choice. Last time I checked, we do not live in the eighteen hundreds.”
“Then maybe I should consider Judson’s proposal,” she whispered. “Maybe my father is right. Maybe I need to be thinking about my financial future.”
Wrath clamped his mouth shut and refused to respond. If she wanted to be an idiot, it was not his problem. It was hers. And, eventually, it would be Judson Politte’s too. That piece of shit would never be able to make Tegan Hyde-Pierson happy.
*
Tegan was still fuming over Wrath’s comments when the sun set that night. In fact, the more time went on, the more irritated she became. He was fucking her? That’s it? He had nothing else to say about their relationship or association or anything? It was so—so—annoying!
She stomped down to the kitchen and put on a pot of water to boil. Maybe some chamomile tea would help her calm down. She could not study. She couldn’t focus on anything. She couldn’t even read or watch television. She was just pissed and that was that.
Tegan drummed her fingers on the countertop as she waited for the water to boil. Okay. So they’d only had sex one day. They’d fooled around a bit. No. A lot. It was a lot, in her book. Maybe that was the problem? Maybe he was tired of her not even taking initiative. So far, he had been the one calling the shots. She’d acted like some virginal coed who had never seen a penis before. Ugh!
Of course, that’s sort of what she looked like too. Tegan looked down at her nightshirt. The baby pink fabric was practically transparent, but her mint green fuzzy socks weren’t exactly sexy. She looked like a little girl. No wonder the guy didn’t really consider her long-term material.
The kettle started to whistle. Tegan opened the tin and pulled out a tea bag. She put her mug together just so before pouring the boiling hot water into the mug. A curl of steam rose from the surface of the water. She idly bounced the tea bag up and down as she considered this latest issue. Yes. She needed a plan. That much was certain.
“I don’t want to startle you, but I’m going to do a quick check inside the house to make sure all is secure.”
Tegan jumped a little at the female voice. Then she frowned. “Where’s Wrath?”
“He had some other stuff to attend to.” The woman—Tegan thought her name was Analise—was focused on her clipboard as if she had no interest in the situation at all.
Tegan sighed. “More like he didn’t want to be around me any more than he already had to, so he sent you instead.”
Analise gave a sigh. For just a moment, it looked as though she were intending to turn around and go about her business. Then at the last second, she turned back around and slammed her clipboard down on the countertop. “Okay, look. I don’t normally go in for this touchy-feely girl talk shit. All right?”
“All right?” Tegan drew back just in case Analise was actually going to give her a tongue lashing or something.
“But since I just had to listen to almost forty-five minutes of Wrath’s bitching about this situation, I’m more inclined to get involved just so I don’t have to hear any more of this shit. You got me?”
“Yes, of course.” Tegan picked up her mug and waited. This was either going to make her feel better or worse. She had a feeling there would be no middle ground.
“Wrath isn’t your fancy prep school boy, you know what I’m saying?” Analise asked expectantly. With her palms flat on the counter, she leaned forward and glared at Tegan. “So, if you’re playing with him because you’re bored or some other shit, then I’m going to kick your ass and let those mafia men have you. Wrath is a good guy. He’s my friend. I’ve known him for a long time.”
Tegan swallowed. Why did everyone believe she was such a snob? It was really kind of unfair. But she took a deep breath and tried to be circumspect. “I know he’s not a prep school boy. That’s one of the things that makes me like him so much.”
“But it’s also the reason he will never be able to support you in this kind of style,” Analise pointed out. “It’s hard for a guy like Wrath to feel like he can’t compete, when you’re the one with all the cash and he’s just the dude you’re slumming with.”
“Oh.” Tegan pursed her lips. Her tea was getting cold, but she didn’t care. “I suppose I hadn’t really thought about it like that.”
“What guy wants to live off a woman?” Analise pointed at Tegan. “I know he likes you. But I also know he thinks you can do better.” Then Analise lifted a shoulder in a careless shrug. “Personally, I don’t think you could do much better than Wrath. He’s the type of man who would never hurt you, never be disloyal, and would always put your needs above his. But he’s looking at this strictly through a monetary perspective.”
“Then how do I get him to see past the money?” Tegan demanded with a groan. “Should I donate my trust fund to the poor?”
“As long as the poor means me, then sure!” Analise joked. “Look. I don’t have all the fucking answers. All right? I just told you that the guy likes you. It’s your job to do the rest.”
“Can you make him come in here?” Tegan wondered. “You know, can you invent a reason for him to come into the house and look around or recheck something or anything? I can’t do anything at all if he’s refusing to even talk to me except with the boss around.”
“I can see what I can do.” Analise didn’t seem particularly concerned about being helpful. “I don’t know what happened when the two of you snuck off to your father’s house, but it seems to have messed with his head. I hope you at least got some good intel on your father’s business dealings with the Sokolovs.”
“Not really,” Tegan mused. “Although he does keep an awful lot of information on the Sokolov boss. Isn’t his name Ivan? My father has a file a mile wide on that guy.”
Analise frowned. “That’s strange, but not necessarily unheard of. Maybe he wanted to know all of the facts before he decided against the business deal.”
“Or maybe he never decided against it,” Tegan muttered darkly.
Analise snorted. “Whatever. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
Tegan didn’t beg the woman to send Wrath back inside. She had begged enough for one evening. If Analise could do it, she would. If not, then Tegan would have to come up with her own plan.
Chapter Sixteen
“Hey!” Wrath shouted as he walked into the first floor of Tegan’s home. “Analise said you were having some trouble with a faucet or something?”
“Up here on the third floor!”
Tegan’s voice drifted down the circular staircase. Wrath sighed. He really didn’t want to be in here. He really didn’t want to see Tegan again. He just wanted to go back to the way things were before it all got complicated and messy. But Analise had been adamant that Tegan needed his help. Wrath wasn’t a plumber, but he knew a few things.
He took the stairs slowly. Inside his head, he began rehearsing possible things he could say to just fix the stupid faucet and get out of the house. He didn’t want to start up a conversation or anything else. He definitely didn’t want her asking him any more questions about whom he thought she should marry. Tegan Hyde-Pierson would marry some rich man and pop out rich babies who would have silver spoons sticking out of their asses just like her and her husband. Wrath w
ould go on to the next job with Nash, and that would be that.
“What’s the problem?” Wrath called out.
He walked through what was obviously Tegan’s bedroom. Not that he hadn’t been up here before, but doing a quick check of the windows and the security system did not leave him desperately trying not to stare at the rumpled covers on her bed. Had she been in bed when something went wrong with the bathroom faucet? What had she been doing in bed?
Still distracted by the image of her sleeping with her little hands tucked beneath her cheek, he walked right into the bathroom. What he saw brought him up short. Tegan was standing in the center of the floor, completely naked.
She was so gorgeous that he briefly forgot how to breathe. Her skin was flawless. With strong shoulders and full, pert breasts, Tegan’s flat belly fanned out into the curve of her hips before her shapely legs took his gaze all the way to the floor and her cute feet. Her nipples were hard. The taut buds stabbed at the cool air in the bathroom and begged to be petted and licked. His mouth watered at the sight of her. He wanted to taste it all.
“Tegan?” he managed to mutter. “What’s going on?”
“There’s something wet up here.” Her voice was breathy. “But it has nothing to do with the faucet.”
Wrath’s brain could not even process the cheesiness of her line. He was too stuck on the fact that she was actually trying to seduce him. Why? He might have tried to work that out in his head if she hadn’t strode forward at that moment and knelt right at his feet.
“What are you doing?” He managed to say it without sounding too beastly. His cock was already swelling behind the fly of his pants, and it was getting rather painful.
Then she unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and very gently drew his cock out of his pants. Wrath watched, mesmerized, as she very lightly licked and kissed the end of his dick. She gazed up at him while she did it, drawing back only long enough to answer his question. “I’m going to suck your cock, Wrath. So be a good boy and stop asking stupid questions.”
He would have told her not to talk to him that way except he had forgotten how to speak. The woman swallowed his dick whole, and he felt the tip of his cock gently bump the back of her throat. The sensation was exquisite. He widened his stance and tried to focus on not falling over.
Tegan lapped at the delicate skin of his shaft. She swirled her tongue around and around his girth before bobbing her head up and down to take his length inside her mouth. Each time she pulled him into her mouth, she let the wide flat part of her tongue press hard on the puckered flange of his cock. The feeling was incredible. Each time, it sent a jolt of electricity flying through his body.
He shut his eyes and fisted his hands at his side. Nothing had ever felt this good. Her tongue was wet. Her mouth was hot. The way she sucked on him made him feel as though she had never wanted anything more. And God, the noises she made! They were little grunts and groans of pure pleasure. He could only imagine how wet she was getting with her pussy spread open as she knelt before him on the floor. How much better would this be if he could lick the folds of her sex while she sucked on his shaft and licked his balls.
Her hands gently reached into his pants and cupped his sac. She kneaded his balls and gave them a tug before slipping her fingers up underneath the fullness to press against the sweet spot at the base of his cock. Damn, she was good! He wanted to know where she’d learned this stuff, but it didn’t really matter. The only thing he cared about was demanding that she never ever use this skill on any other man. Her sweet mouth was all his. She could keep sucking and licking at him forever, as far as he was concerned.
Wrath touched the top of her head. He sifted his fingers through her silky hair and felt her suck harder. She was going to get him off. He couldn’t quite believe it, but he felt the first twinge of his orgasm beginning to build in his sac. He fisted his hand in her hair and tried to drag her away from his shaft. She moaned and fought him. The movement increased her suction to a point just below pain. He could hardly stand it, but he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to feel her come on his cock. He needed it.
“Please, baby,” he panted. “I want to fill your pussy with my cum. Don’t you want me to fuck you? Don’t you want my cock inside you?”
TEGAN LET GO of Wrath’s cock with a soft pop. She laved her tongue up and down his shaft a few more times just to feel him shudder and buck at the attention. He was right though. Her pussy was heavy and aching with the need to feel him inside her. She wanted him so badly right now that she was going to come as soon as he put that full, heavy shaft inside her body. The first slide of penetration would be all she needed to reach her fulfillment.
She was naked, but there was no feeling of vulnerability. Not this time. She was in charge. And when she stood up and put her hands on her hips, she could feel his gaze raking every inch of her in total appreciation.
“Damn, you’re sexy,” he muttered.
“Take off your clothes and go lay down on my bed,” she ordered him. “And if you don’t do it right now, I’m going to masturbate right here in the bathroom and get off without you.”
His eyebrows shot up in obvious surprise at her threat. It was probably good that he didn’t challenge her. She wasn’t entirely sure that she could have held out if he offered to fuck her pussy. She needed him so very badly.
Tegan had to remember that she was in charge. She just about lost her resolve when Wrath pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. The man was built like a god. His shoulders were broad and muscular. They tapered down to a slim waist and a flat belly. His abdominal muscles were magazine model worthy, and when he pushed his pants down his legs, she got a great view of the best ass she had ever seen. He was yummy and he was all hers. It was pretty hard to believe. Of course, it was also just very hard. Mostly meaning that his cock was huge.
Wrath settled himself in the center of her bed with his erection jutting up from his body like some fertility god from a weird sex legend. Tegan licked her lips and walked over to the bed as boldly as she dared. She climbed up and straddled him. Nothing in her sexual history had prepared her for this moment, but her instincts were screaming that she knew exactly what to do. With no other option, she let the primal desire she felt take over.
Tegan placed her palms flat on his chest and rubbed her wet pussy all over his cock. The sensation of that hard flesh against her swollen sex was incredible. She shivered as the head of him brushed her clit. She was soaking wet. In seconds, she had drenched him. The scent of her cream filled the room, and she didn’t even care. Reaching between them, she boldly gripped his shaft and held him steady while she pressed her opening against his tip.
“Oh. My. God!” she moaned as she lowered herself onto his thickness.
The feeling was almost more than she could bear. She rocked her hips against him, but the motions were jerky and unschooled. Her body would not obey. There was just too much adrenaline and hormones in her blood to have any sort of control. She whimpered in frustration.
Then Wrath’s hands settled on her hips. He forced her to slow down. He moved her against him, setting the rhythm and forcing her to pace herself. She relaxed. The fullness grew delicious, and soon she felt her pussy trembling as she danced dangerously close to orgasm.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he told her roughly. “Ride me, Tegan. Fuck my cock. Make me come. That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re hot!”
The erotic praise made her feel that much hotter and ready to explode. She pushed herself hard against him. Tightening her thighs, she ground herself against his body. The friction increased to a point just below pain. She felt that one spot inside her pussy getting hotter and hotter. It was so perfect, and she knew that she was going to—going to—oh God!
“Wrath!” She shouted his name as she melted around his cock and came hard.
Her orgasm was so powerful she gasped and shut her eyes as tiny pinpricks of light danced on the backs of her eyelids. She rode him almost frantically. And then she felt
him swell even harder inside her body.
“Not enough,” he snarled. “I need more.”
There was no time for Tegan to react. In the blink of an eye, he had flipped her onto her back. He lifted her right leg and looped it over his arm. The position spread her wide and opened her pussy to deeper penetration.
Wrath began slamming his cock inside her. He fucked her hard and fast and with an almost brutal intensity that made her scream and writhe beneath him. Her pussy tightened. She felt full and hot, and a heavy ache built low in her belly.
Then all at once she exploded. She threw her head back against the mattress and screamed as one more climax ripped through her body. Wrath shouted something she couldn’t understand and strained against her cleft so hard she knew she’d be sore in the morning. Tegan didn’t care. She wanted him harder. She wanted him more. She just wanted him!
They were both sweaty and spent as he pulled his cock from her body and collapsed to the bed. Tegan lay there feeling elated and—well, something else she could not name.
“That was amazing,” she whispered. “I feel all tingly inside.”
Then to her surprise, he rolled out of the bed to his feet. “You definitely know how to make a man lose his head, baby.”
Was he looking for his clothes? She rolled to a sitting position and pulled the sheet up over her breasts. “Are you leaving?”
“Of course.” He pulled his shirt on and hopped a bit to get his pants up over his butt. “I’m at work. I shouldn’t even be here, but I’m certainly not going to say no to sex like that.”
“So it was good?” Tegan was so confused.
Wrath shrugged. “Hell yeah, it was good. Poor Judson is going to forget his name.”
The words left her cold. Even colder than the sight of him leaving her bedroom without even once looking back.
Chapter Seventeen
“Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me, Judson.”
Wrath could not remember being in a worse mood. Ever. Watching Tegan simper and fawn all over that Judson Politte moron gave him heartburn. The guy wasn’t even talking to her. He was talking to her breasts. Of course, Wrath could not necessarily blame the kid. Tegan’s shirt was so low-cut that her boobs were basically begging for attention.
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