by Lilly James
“You will do as I fucking tell you.” A playful grin tugged at his lips, but he tried to hide it, trying to stick with his role of being predator as I acted out the part of prey and backed off the bed.
“The hell I will.” I laughed, scrambling off the bed. I thanked God the suite was huge because it meant there were places for me to run.
I legged it into the living area, knocking my thigh on the side of the armchair as I passed. “Shit,” I hissed as it slowed me down just slightly, but I continued to run because I could feel his presence following, but he wasn’t behind me when I turned.
I stopped, waiting, panting, naked, my eyes fixed on the doorway, anticipation getting me aroused. The thought of being chased was heightening my adrenaline.
Seconds later, he slowly came into view, and the light from the floor lamps shadowed his perfect abs and clean-cut jaw. As he stepped into view, my gaze roamed quickly over his strong, thick legs and the cock that stood tall and solid between them. The image set my heart pounding so loud, I could hear it clearly through the silence as we stared each other down from either side of the room, amber eyes to vivid greens. I could almost hear the crackle and fizz of the sexual desire heavily polluting the air. The tension pulled at my body like a magnet, beckoning me to my positive.
“Come here.” His voice came out low, threatening, and it sent a tremor right down my spine. I stepped back, and he glanced down to my feet. I knew he was about to lunge for me, so I turned and ran into another room. It was the dining room. I got a quick glance of the shiny, black table with a vase of white orchards in the middle. The room was dark, the only light coming in from the city outside, making the room glow magically.
Parks moved slowly towards me as I backed away, like a lion hunting down his feast.
“Evelyn, if you do not come to me, I will spank you for disobeying.”
“Hmm,” I moaned, rolling back my head, allowing my hair to fall behind me, giving him a good view of my neck and breasts. “That’s what I want.”
He ran his gaze down my body, lazily but sexily. His muscles flexed and his cock twitched, then he darted towards me. I let out a yelp of surprise and ran around the table in the opposite direction. He darted after me, so I pulled out the chairs to block his path.
“Evelyn,” he roared, acting alpha and angry, but I sensed his playfulness, and God, all the sides to him turned me the fuck on.
“Mr. Parks,” I teased, switching direction, but he came after me, caught up to me, and was suddenly crashing into the back of me.
“No,” I squealed as he brought his big hands around my waist. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, ignoring my struggling. “Get off.” I was still resistant, still trying to fight against him, and the more I fought, the more aroused I sensed he was getting.
“You are all mine, Princess.” He swatted my arse hard, making me yelp. He quickly sat down in one of the dining chairs I’d pulled out to block him and threw me over his lap. Oh God. I was getting the pleasurable one. My heart rate shot up immediately, my clit pumping just as fast. “You know what’s coming, don’t you, baby?”
“Me?” I breathed out before catching my bottom lip on a smirk.
I sensed his devilish grin as he spoke. “Oh yes, but also the spank you’ve been waiting for.”
How did he know that?
He moved the fingers of his right hand into my hair and massaged my scalp, then began to massage my buttocks with this left hand. I moaned low, my eyes closing and my body enjoying the tingling sensations that swarmed through it. His hand left my bum cheek after a couple of strokes, then down came his cupped palm and he spanked just below the curve of my backside. I gasped. The feeling was completely different than being spanked for punishment. It was less of a sting and felt immensely addictive.
“You have such a sexy ass,” Parks praised me, then down came another spank and he began rubbing again. He moved the hand massaging my backside down slightly, skimmed my cleft, then moved it back up to my arse. I moaned, needing his fingers to touch me deeply, but he was teasing. Then came another spank, and more than a gasp left my lips that time. It was the sound of getting hugely and sexually turned on. My body was burning up as his hand came down again, swatting just between my thighs, and I moved forwards on his lap.
“I know you’re enjoying this, baby,” Parks breathed as he squeezed my arse, then kneaded and rubbed firmly over my curvaceous rear.
“I am,” I moaned. “Are you?”
“Too fucking right,” Parks growled and spanked my buttocks once more. He slipped his fingers between my thighs and skated them over my moistening cleft.
“Wade, please,” I begged as he teased my sex with his fingers, staying just outside the lips and tormenting me with how far, yet how near he was to my clit.
“Please what, baby?” He spanked me little harder, making me tremble with excitement. My hunger built to a frustrated level.
“Please make me come. I need it.” My body felt tormented. I felt like I needed one big release to calm myself down. To cease the sexual vexation I was beginning to feel.
“Are you going to obey my commands, future wife?” His voice was low but filled with amusement and pleasure.
“Fuck, yes.” My breathing became deeper as the tip of his finger neared my clit. “I will.” He knew I was only saying it because he had me dangling on a string. I would have signed over my soul to have an orgasm right then.
“I think you’re lying.” He gave me another spank with his cupped hand.
“Fuck.” I let my head flop down as I pressed my hands into the floor to hold up my torso. “I’m not lying. Please.”
Parks took a handful of my hair and lifted my head up a little. “I think you like disobeying me. Like getting me angry.”
“I do,” I whined. “But that’s why you love me.”
“Hmm. You’re so right, Princess.” He moved his fingers into my cleft, found my clit, and slid them against it mercilessly. Up and down. Around and around. The movements had me squirming in his lap, my stomach rubbing against his cock, which was hard underneath me. The pressure point inside me was brewing, building, and getting harder to ignore. The skillful way Parks slipped his fingers over, across, and around my clitoris showed he was a confident, professional man that knew exactly what he was doing; knew exactly what turned me on. He could read my body like a book, and he delved into its chapters brilliantly.
His fingers had my orgasm jolting my body as it released. “Yes,” I hissed, gritting my teeth as Parks continued to tease my cleft and soak his fingers with my come. “I needed that,” I gasped before he pulled me up and sat me in his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist so we were face-to-face.
“And I also need to fuck your sexy, tight body with this.” He took his large erection into his palm and rubbed it up and down in the small space between us. “I want to feel your warmth, feel your wetness wrap around my dick as you slide down it gently, allowing me to fill you. Are you going to deny me that?”
I shook my head, gulping at the sight of him pleasuring himself. “No.”
“Hmm, good. Now, Princess, show me how well you lap dance.”
Chapter Twelve
Music had woken me up next morning, and when I arose, I followed the sound to the terrace. There, with breakfast all laid out on the table, listening to Ed Sheeran’s “Everything You Are,” was Parks, waiting for me. I loved that he embraced the music I loved.
I sat and ate way too many croissants and bagels while soaking up the early afternoon sun and the magnificent views that were just across from me. What also caught my attention was the way Parks had his laptop on the table and was talking to someone on the phone, occasionally sipping watermelon juice from a glass. He’d eaten breakfast with me, then apologized profusely as he had to catch up on work quickly.
“Why watermelon? Just because your dad hates it?” I asked.
He glanced up quickly, then looked back down at his keys. “My father drank it to detox.”
He scoffed. “I liked it. He hated it. Then I loved it.”
I nodded and stretched out my aching body. My bones were stiff and my sex and backside deliciously sore. Parks took complete advantage of my body and put me in positions I never even knew existed. I checked the time on my watch, which Parks had switched it to Sydney time, and saw it was eleven thirty a.m. I left Parks talking on the phone and padded to the bedroom. Finding my phone, I pushed in Steph’s number. I wanted to know how her and her bump were doing and to tell her where the hell I was. Oh, and to tell her that I got engaged!
“Humph.” I frowned as the call went straight to answer machine. Again. What the hell was she doing? Her mobile was never switched off. Instead, I decided to call Tabby. What she told me about her depression and anxiety was still playing on my mind, and I didn’t want her to feel like I’d abandoned her.
“Evey.” She yawned through the speaker.
I winced. It was London’s bedtime. “Hey.” I climbed into the middle of the unmade bed of tangled, white sheets and crossed my legs. In the corner of my eye, I saw Parks walking into the room. After putting away his laptop, he sank into one of the chairs across from me. “Sorry it’s late. I was just wondering how you were after the other night.”
It was completely unlike me to ask a question that seemed so caring, and Parks picked up on it instantly. He turned his head, his brow arched. I poked my tongue out at him and went back to the conversation.
“What happened the other night?” she asked, clueless.
I frowned, mentally questioning if I heard her tell me she wanted to end her life. She definitely did. Maybe denying it was her way of coping.
“Oh, nothing.” I decided not to bring it up if she’d forgot. “As long as you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.” She giggled. “Why are you awake?”
“I’m actually in Sydney right now.”
“Sydney? Like Australia? Really? Why? How?”
I gave off a laugh and glanced towards Parks. “Wade surprised me.”
“Oh.” There was a pause. “Is he with you now?”
I was staring at him, watching him tapping his fingers tirelessly on his smartphone. “Yeah.” I sighed. “In person, anyway. He’s mentally at work. As usual.” I knew he could hear me, so I teased it out even more. “But watching him play with his millions is boring me now. I may go sightseeing alone.” Parks’s ears pricked up, and he stopped typing.
“So how long are you there for?” Tabby asked.
“Two weeks,” I told her as Parks’s eyes snapped up to mine.
She paused. “Great. Have fun.”
“No probs. See you soon.” I hung up on Tabby, but I was more focused on the way Parks had placed down his phone slowly.
“I’m boring you?” His eyes narrowed and held a dangerous, threatened look. It made me gulp. Gulp because I knew what was afoot.
“Well, you brought me here to show me Sydney, not work,” I sassed.
“I’m boring you?”
Oh God, it was a complete joke, but he didn’t see it that way. However, I loved to disobey and push his buttons, so of course, I went along with it.
“Hm-hm,” I hummed, climbing from the bed. “You go play with those other billionaires, and I’ll go get changed.”
Parks pushed to his feet and took a firm hold of my wrist to stop me walking away. “Let me remind you I am very much far from being boring.”
“Remind me?” I fluttered my eyelashes, scanning his clenched jaw, his sexy mouth, and his gorgeous eyes. “And how are you going to do that?”
“How am I going to do that?” He wasn’t questioning me, he was mumbling to himself, a rhetorical question he already knew the answer to.
He moved towards me, green eyes on mine as I took small steps back until I collided gently with the wall behind me.
Parks moved quickly and pinned my wrists together above my head. “How about I fuck you against this wall? Will that shut that disobedient mouth of yours?”
I grinned as he licked up my neck. “I hope not.”
***
I was standing beside Parks, watching him admire a crazy piece of artwork in an art gallery he wanted to visit. I noticed people took it so seriously. Hands clasped behind their backs while they stared up at the painting, analyzing every spec. I didn’t see what was so great about a painting with squiggles on it. But I loved witnessing how Parks admired it. I hadn’t stopped staring at him all day, actually. He was wearing a casual, white t-shirt, making his tan skin looked even more edible, light-coloured jeans, and casual shoes. His dark hair had grown a little longer, and he kept brushing it out of his face, moaning every time about needing it cut. I thought it was perfect the way it was.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, settling his chin upon my shoulder. “It’s extraordinary, isn’t it?” he said about the painting.
I stared at it, willing to see what he saw, but I didn’t. “Um…I could have done better,” I joked. Parks chuckled, discreetly pushing his hand down my cleavage. The yellow-pinstriped dress I was wearing was strappy, so it allowed him to slide his hand down my chest with great ease.
“No one is watching,” he whispered in my ear. He squeezed my breast, his other hand at my hip, keeping me close to him.
I reached up to caress his cheek, but my smartphone starting ringing in my bag, ruining our moment. I pulled it out and answered it to Steph.
“Where have you been?” I asked quickly, wondering why she hadn’t answered my calls. I was starting to worry. Yes me, worry. Steph didn’t have chance to say hi, because all I saw was an elderly woman bounding towards me, looking like she was about to charge me down. By the look of her uniform, she was one of the staff.
“No phones,” she barked.
I looked at her, confused and told Steph to hold on. “Excuse me?”
“Phones are prohibited inside this gallery.”
Parks came to my side, putting his arm around my waist and hissed, “Evelyn, put your cell phone away.”
“Why?” I frowned at him, then the woman. “Is answering my phone going to disturb the paintings?”
Parks smirked, shaking his head at me, but the woman looked like she was about to explode. “It is respect. Put it away or I will ask you to leave.”
“I apologise.” Parks took my phone and hung up on Steph.
“What are doing!” I hissed, trying to grab the phone out of his grip, but he put it safely in his pocket.
“You can call Steph when we get back.” He pulled at my elbow, steering me away. “Let’s go get ready for dinner,” he suggested, leading me out of the gallery.
***
“Can we talk?” I was sitting on the bed in a white towel. My hair had just been dried, and I was stalling to get dressed because I wanted to watch Parks get dressed. After our sightseeing around Sydney, he brought me back to the hotel and made love to me in the bath. The day had been magical, filled with memory-building, laughs, and so much fun. I never knew Parks could act so carefree, but he did, and I loved him even more for that.
I’d finished drying off my hair, then reiterated that we really needed to talk. Because we did. There was so much to say, but his marriage proposal blocked out those questions and sent me into a huge bubble of delight and bliss. I was still in that bubble, but my mushy mind had started to think again.
“Evelyn, this engagement trip is to spend quality time together, not to bring up the past. We’ll do that when we get back with Nia. Right now, I want to focus on making you happy. Seeing you smile.”
Parks was buttoning up his pale blue shirt, then he walked into the wardrobe. He pulled out a stunning green dress that was covered in sequins, making it sparkle. It was closed in at the top and had a slit down the thigh. “I would like you to wear this tonight, Princess.”
My eyes bulged as I pushed off the bed and took the dress. “Wade, this is beautiful.”
“It’s a special night.” He smiled, kissing me warmly on my temple, making me melt. The simplest touc
h, the smallest kiss from him were heaven on earth.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his nose, his lips, and his cheeks. “You spoil me.”
He laughed joyously, then smacked my behind. “You deserve to be spoiled. Now get dressed.”
Heading into the vanity room, I also spotted the underwear he wanted me to wear. It was a dark green lace teddy with a thong back. I had a little difficulty getting into it as I hadn’t a clue where all the straps went, but when it was on, it made me feel sexy. Parks had a way of making me feel sexy, with words or clothes. After that difficulty, I had another one. Parks knew my dress size, but when I pulled it over my head, it seemed to fit a bit more snugly than usual, clinging to my curves tighter, but I put it down to him wanting to see every curved inch of me like I wanted to see every hard inch of him.
Excited to be with Parks, I rushed out and met him on the terrace, where he looked just bloody perfect. He was dressed in dark trousers and a pale blue shirt that he’d rolled up at the sleeves. He’d just brushed his fingers through his hair, making it looked sexy and mussed. His green, vivid eyes sparkled in perfect complement to the lights of Sydney dancing behind him. I stopped and stared just to remind myself that this man would soon be my husband. Thank you, Lord. Just thank you.
Parks stood from his seat and quickly pulled out mine. “Madam,” he teased.
The cozy table for two was set with eight small candles and a vase of pink and red roses.
“What are we eating?” I was starving and knew Parks would have already ordered for me.
Parks clasped his hands on the table, entwining his long fingers. “We’re not eating here. But the way you look in that dress is making me want to skip straight to dessert.”
Gulp. “Why not have me as your starter?”
Those edible pink lips of his rose at the sides before he took his bottom lip between his teeth. “And what would you, my future wife, have me to do?”
Future wife? Jesus. I sat back and reflected for a moment on how that made me feel before answering. His goddamn future wife. Heaven. I took two sultry steps towards him, making the bottom of my dress sway as I sashayed my arse. “Let me start off by saying I’m already wet and ready for my future husband.”