Heart of a Prick

by Ella Miles

  “If you had listened to me instead of your favorite to win yesterday, then maybe you would know the answer to that.”

  She sighs while I grin on the inside. She’s flustered and confused. She says that she wants me to be in control, to be an ass, but when I do it for even a second, she hates it.

  I hear her shift in her seat, not able to get comfortable while she waits for what’s going to happen in seven minutes. I listen to her breathing get faster and faster. She sighs every few seconds, annoyed that she gave up control to me and this is how I use it. To torture her. She slurps from her drink, trying to calm her mind. But it won’t work either. She wants me too badly.

  I, on the other hand, have never been more relaxed.

  “It’s been seven minutes,” she says, her face right over mine as she waits for me to open my eyes.

  “Six minutes. It’s been six minutes.”

  “How do you know that? Your eyes have been closed the entire time.”

  “I know because you are far too restless to wait the entire seven minutes, so that means that only six minutes must have passed.”

  I open my eyes, and she bites her lip as trying to keep it from curling up in a smile.

  “What happened to you giving me complete control?”

  She narrows her eyes as she tucks her hair behind her ear while she still hovers over me. “I’ve realized that I’m not very good at it.”

  “No, you’re not. But you’re going to be.”

  I tackle her back onto her lounge chair, and she gasps. I pin her body beneath me. With my eyes, I make my intentions clear of exactly what I want to do with her.

  “No, we can’t,” she says, looking around at the other people on the beach.

  “We are.”

  “Brody, we can’t—”

  My mouth presses down on her soft lips, which are trembling as she has thoughts of getting caught having sex on the beach. She thinks she has a choice, but she doesn’t. If she wants me to continue to fuck her for the rest of the week, then she has to do exactly what I say.

  “Fuck me right here. Anyone could see us. We could get kicked off the resort for this. Arrested even. But none of that matters because you can’t help but fuck me,” I say into her lips as I continue kissing her.

  She writhes beneath me, trying to fight between what she wants and what she feels is right.

  My hand slips down between her legs, beneath her bikini bottoms. I rub over her clit and then into her pussy. She wants me. Now. She can’t hide what her body is telling me.

  “Decide, Skye. Fuck me here, or don’t fuck me ever again.”

  Her eyes search mine. “You couldn’t stop fucking me if I didn’t fuck you here.”

  I smirk. “There are plenty of other women I could fuck. You said you wanted a bad boy, a man to take charge and play out your wildest fantasies. So, either let me have the control or find someone else.”

  “Fuck me,” she says without hesitation. Whatever doubts she had before are gone. She wants me, and that’s all that matters to her now.

  “Good girl,” I say, settling between her legs as I bite her bottom lip hard for hesitating in the first place.

  She whimpers at the sting of the pain, but it does want I intended it to do. It makes me the sole focus of her attention. She’s forgotten that we are on a beach chair, only feet from the nearest couple.

  I move my kisses down her neck, and my fingers trace circles between her folds. Her breathing is slow and heavy, but I know it’s soon going to turn fast and desperate.

  “Grab my cock,” I say into her ear.

  Her hand finds the waistband of my swim trunks, and she slips her hand inside, finding my hard cock, stroking it over and over.

  “That’s my girl,” I say, loving how she strokes my cock with just the right amount of pressure.

  I pull a condom out of my pocket and place it in her other hand.

  “Put it on,” I command.

  Her eyes grow heavy as she rips the condom wrapper open with her teeth.

  “Don’t move,” I say as a couple walks by us, hand in hand.

  I can feel her heart racing in her chest. She holds her breath, not moving an inch. And I’m afraid she’s going to back out and not let me fuck her.

  The couple passes, and I look her in the eye again, trying to get her focus back on me. “Put the condom on.”

  She takes a deep breath with a sexy grin. “Don’t worry, handsome.” She leans forward, firmly kissing me as her tongue darts into my mouth. “I don’t think I could ever stop fucking you.”

  I growl and shove her hand holding the condom toward my cock, needing the damn condom on now before I fuck her whether it’s on or not.

  She gets the hint and places the condom on. I shove her bikini bottoms down and pull my cock out, not caring who is looking as I slide it into her slit. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer to her, and I push harder inside her.

  I know I need to make this fast, but I could stay buried deep inside her forever if she let me. And I have a feeling, from the look of ecstasy on her face, that she would.

  But I can hear people coming. I know that our risky moment can only be that—just a moment. That, if I want to fuck her properly, I’m going to need to find a place more private than the beach. Because, if we get caught, I’ll lose her trust and ability to take control of her body. And I won’t give that up.

  So, I fuck her hard. Fast. Thrusting quickly without giving her a second to breathe.

  “Come, Skye,” I command as I come deep inside her, not waiting for her.

  She comes as she buries her face into my shoulder to keep from crying out.

  “Hey, guys! Look, I found the two lovebirds,” Noah says.

  I quickly slip out of Skye as my face turns redder—not because of embarrassment, but because my douche-bag friends were the ones who caused me to end that romp much sooner than I wanted to.

  “I’m not talking to you until we are back home and in the office and I don’t have a choice but to talk to you. Until then, leave me alone,” I say as I turn my attention back to Skye, who is still pinned beneath me.

  I know I wanted to fuck her every hour on the hour, but I’m not sure I can wait a whole hour to have her again. She’s far too addictive for me to wait.

  Noah laughs. The other two look at us with an amused grin on their faces, arms folded across their chests.

  “You know they have bedrooms in this place for you to fuck in,” Noah says with a wink.

  I glare at him. I’m going to fire him when we get back home.

  Skye laughs and pushes me off of her. I sit on the edge of the lounger while she turns and hangs her legs off, facing the men who are still standing, looking at us like they just found gold. But, if they think they are going to hang this over my head for the rest of eternity when we get back, they are wrong. They forget I’m their controlling boss who will fire them all if it comes to it.

  “Actually, you were just who I was looking for,” Skye says.

  My glare turns from them to her. “What are you talking about?”

  I know that Skye wants some kinky sex to make her forget about whatever she came here to forget, but if she’s going to suggest a threesome with any one of these guys, I’m going to throw her over my shoulder and trap her in my room for the rest of the week. I won’t share her. Not even with my best friends.

  She ignores me, looking at them.

  Noah sits down on the other lounger, curiously looking at her. “How can I be of help?”

  “Well, this was supposed to be a no-strings attached, hot romance kind of thing for one week. But, unfortunately, a cat needed some rescuing the other day. The cat is fine now, but I had to show off some of my fabulous veterinarian skills, revealing far more about myself to Mr. Romantic here than I wanted. Now, he won’t share anything with me to even the score. Care to share and get me caught up on him?”

  “Noah is not saying anything,” I say, looking at him dead in the eye, threatening m
ore than his job if he says anything to her.

  He smirks. “What do you want to know?” he asks, leaning closer to Skye.

  “Something juicy. Because Mr. Romantic over here is acting far too perfect, and I know he has a darker side that he isn’t showing me yet.”

  He glances at me while I continue to frown.

  “He’s being too romantic, huh?”

  She nods.

  “Hmm, that’s shocking. I didn’t think he had a romantic drop in his body.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, he’s a ruthless, controlling boss to us. A man who doesn’t date. He doesn’t do romance. All he cares about is money and pussy. Back home, he has a woman for every day of the week. So, whatever romantic he’s pretending to be here, he’s the exact opposite. It’s a lie. He’s nothing but a prick who will rip your heart out if you let him get too close.”

  I’m going to kill him. Here. Now. I won’t even let him go back home. He’s dead to me.

  Skye smiles, placing her hand on his folded hands. “Thank you. That’s just what I needed to hear.”

  I look at Skye like I’m looking at her for the first time. I thought she just wanted me to act cold toward her to help her keep from getting attached to me. That way, she couldn’t have feelings toward me, and we could easily go our separate ways after this week. But I’m beginning to think it’s more than that. She doesn’t just want me to act distant toward her; she wants me to be cruel toward her. I’m missing something. A piece of her puzzle that I may never understand.

  5

  Skye

  He’s a bad boy, just like I wanted him to be. Every drop of romance he’s given me has all been an act, most likely because he thought that was what he needed to do to get me into his bed. But, hopefully, now, he understands it’s the exact opposite of what I want. I don’t want a man who does anything more than kinky sex.

  But still, from the look on Brody’s face, he isn’t too happy with his friends for revealing his true self to me. He doesn’t realize that it’s a blessing, not a curse, to know the truth. But he will.

  “Skye, go to your room. I’ll meet you there in five minutes,” Brody commands.

  I feel the familiar knots form deep in my belly at the thought of what he wants to do with me in my bedroom. We just had sex, but I’m nowhere near satiated, and it seems he isn’t either.

  I glance at his friends, silently wishing them luck, before I give in to Brody’s command and head to my suite. I have a feeling that he’s about to chew his friends out the second I leave, but I don’t care as long as he keeps his promise and is knocking on my door within five minutes. If he doesn’t keep his promise, I might have to punish him for not keeping his word.

  I wait in my room for what seems like far longer than five minutes before I finally hear the rattle of his fist on the door. It’s not a patient knock. Instead, it’s an if you don’t open the door in three seconds, I’m going to knock the door down kind of knock. So, as much as I want to swing the door open and jump into his waiting arms, I also want to make him even more pissed off than I’m sure he already is. The angrier he is, the better the sex is going to be. And I want the true bad boy he’s been hiding from me to come out and play.

  I make my feet drag on the tiled floor as I walk to the door in nothing but my bikini. I get to the wooden door separating us and take a deep breath as I hear him pound his fist on the door again. He’s pissed. It’s exuding off his body through the door to me. I bite my bottom lip as my lips curl up into a smile. I flip my wavy blue hair out of my face, and then I open the door with an amused smirk on my face as I look at Brody standing there with both hands grasping the doorframe. His face is dark, his nostrils are flared, and his eyes are full of rage. He looks like he doesn’t know whether he’s going to rip the door off the frame or punish me for taking so long to open the door. But I already know the answer. He’s going to punish me. Hard. And I can’t wait.

  “Would you like to come in?” I ask smugly.

  He drops his hands and walks into my suite, looking around at it like he wants to destroy every sparkling glass, every bottle of wine, every fancy lamp, and every piece of furniture in the room.

  “Something wrong with my room?” I ask as I follow him into the bar area, which is large enough to function as a kitchen despite not having an actual stove or oven because there is no way anyone would actually cook on a vacation here.

  He takes out a bottle of tequila and pours himself a drink before he turns and glares at me as he rests his back against the counter.

  “Nothing’s wrong with your room. I have to remember that you didn’t pay for it.”

  “Excuse me? I didn’t pay for it?”

  He gulps down the entire glass of tequila. Then, he grabs the bottle and pours some more into the glass. “Nope, you didn’t. Your rich friend did.”

  I asked for a bad boy. I asked him to show me no emotions. I just didn’t expect he’d turn into such an ass in a matter of seconds.

  “First, I did pay for this suite. So, if your ego can’t handle dating a woman who can afford a much nicer suite than you, you can leave.”

  I’ve never been so angry with a man in my life. He doesn’t get to be pissed at me for having money that I earned.

  “My ego can handle you making more money than me. I just don’t believe that you do.”

  I frown. Hating him. That’s all it took—one comment to make me go from begging for his body every second of every day to hating him.

  “Second, you weren’t supposed to Google me. We weren’t supposed to know anything about each other.”

  He snorts. “Yeah, just like you weren’t supposed to ask my friends anything about me.”

  “I asked one question about you because you already found out a fact about me. I was just returning the favor, but now that I know you were Googling me behind my back, I should have asked a lot more questions. Like why you are such a complete dick.”

  His lip twitches at that comment before he drinks down the rest of the tequila.

  “Get out!” I say, not able to stand another second of his arrogant, chauvinistic ass.

  “No.” He pours himself another drink.

  “You don’t get to tell me no. I said, get the fuck out!”

  He walks over to where I’m standing in the center of the kitchen, shaking from my anger. He holds the glass out to me, but I knock it onto the floor. The glass shatters as it hits the tiled floor. I don’t care about the glass though. I care about getting this prick out of my life.

  “I’ll leave—after you admit what you really want, sweetheart.”

  He takes a step closer, and I take a step back until my back hits the counter behind me. He grins like the bastard he is as he traps me with his arms on either side of me, his body pushing up against me.

  “I want you to leave,” I say slowly, trying to squash the sparks flying around my body and lighting it up with a fire that only he has been able to start, and I have no idea how to put out the flames. I just want him gone. Then, I can get myself off in my Jacuzzi.

  “No. What do you want? You said you wanted a bad boy. You wanted a man who didn’t care about you. A man who takes what he wants from you with no regard for your feelings. You said you wanted a man to make you feel alive again and to make you forget about whatever you came here to forget. But, now that I am that man, you want me to leave. What. Do. You. Want?”

  I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. His eyes are bearing down on me along with his entire body. Trapping me and consuming me. My body has never wanted him more than I do right now, and I hate myself for what I’m going to say next.

  “You’re right.”

  He cocks his head to one side with an amused expression on his face.

  “What did you just say?” he asks even though he heard me clearly the first time.

  “You. Are. Right. I wanted a bad boy, a man who didn’t take care of me. A man who would play out all of my naughty fantasies in bed. Nothing
more.”

  He nods. “And what do you want now?”

  My eyes travel down his body. Over his hard chest and rippling abs that I want to trace my tongue over until I’ve felt every hard ridge. Down to his swim trunks that barely contain his erection as it pushes in my bare stomach. I want his body. I want his indifference to me. I want him to treat me like shit, so when we go our separate ways, I will feel nothing toward him, except hatred and a longing to find another man who can fuck me like he did.

  He can treat me like an ass, and I’ll do the same right back. That’s the only way this will work.

  “I want you. I want you to fuck me. I want you to be your true self. An asshole. A prick. A man I will never think of again after this week, except for how his cock felt when he fucked me.”

  “Done, baby,” he says as his lips claim mine.

  The kiss is aggressive, carnal, full of threats about what he’s going to do with my body. It’s exactly what I want even if it feels a bit dangerous at the same time.

  I kiss back, throwing everything I can into the kiss. My tongue pushes into his mouth, dancing with his, letting him know that I might want him to take control, but I won’t give up that control easily. I nip at his lip, nibbling hard.

  He growls and grabs my face, forcing me to stop.

  “I don’t know what happened to you to make you hate men so much, but you’re about to hate and love me so much that whatever happened in your past is nothing more than a blip on your radar.”

  I suck in a breath at his admission. He can Google me all he wants, but he’ll never learn enough about my past to really know me. He can guess all he wants about what man broke my heart in the past and how, but he’ll never know the truth.

  He smirks. “You want dirty?” he whispers into my ear.

  “Yes,” I exhale as he kisses my ear.

  “You want to be tied up and in pain?”

  “Yes.”

  “You want me to tell you what I whispered in your ear during the competition?”

  “Yes.”

  He turns his head and glances at the clock that says two minutes till one o’clock. He turns back around with a sly grin on his face.