“Oh God,” I moaned, now pissed off at my own body and its need for this man.
“You’re dripping.” He pulled out and brought his fingers to my lips. “Suck.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll bite you? I’m in a biting kind of mood.”
He coated my lips with my essence. “Go ahead. Your ass will suffer the consequences. Now open.”
I complied, letting the taste of my arousal explode on my tongue.
“Good?”
I nodded.
“Let me see if I agree.” He clutched my hair, tugging my head back and covering my mouth with his.
The kiss was all-consuming and so different from what we’d shared before. It was as if, now that the truth was out, he wasn’t going to hold back.
“Like ambrosia for the gods,” he murmured as he pulled back. “I have one question for you.”
“What?”
“Flogger or my hand?”
“You can’t be serious. No spanking.”
“Then flogger, it is.”
The idea of it had my insides heating but was I ready? The furthest I’d ventured into this world was what I’d experienced a week earlier and we’d done nothing more than spanking.
“I’m not sure.”
We hadn’t even figured out how this whole thing with us was going to work. Hell, I was still so hurt and angry with him.
God, I was losing my mind.
“I saw your reaction to the scene at the club. I know you wanted to experience what Kiera was feeling. The one thing I’m very good at is reading people.”
I dropped my head to the glass. “I promised myself I wouldn’t let you take this part of me again.”
He hands came around me, covering mine, and his hard chest pressed against my back. It was like being cocooned in his heat, in his strength.
“I’m not going to take anything. This is about you giving yourself to me, freely. You tell me you truly don’t want it, then it won’t happen.”
I opened my mouth to say I wanted this to stop, to truly stop, but I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth.
“If I say I don’t want it, will you leave me alone?”
“Do you want me to?”
His delicious scent tickled my nose and my head fell back against his neck. “You confuse me. Why do I need you so much? I should hate you.”
“But you don’t. Now tell me, flogger or my hand. You need it as much as I do.”
I inhaled deep, knowing there was no way I was stopping this. I wanted to feel the bite of the thin straps of the leather against my skin, and the painful pleasure that I’d seen Kiera experience.
“Flogger.”
I felt his lips curve against my skin. “Good choice. Stay here. And that means don’t move a muscle.”
He lifted off me, and immediately I missed the feel of his heat, his hard body, his presence.
I couldn’t believe I was really going to let him flog me after everything that had happened.
As Lilly would say to me, I was dickmatized. That was the only answer. One night of incredible sex had me craving more even when logic said I should fight him tooth and nail for lying to me.
After a few minutes, I felt myself growing restless.
Where the hell had he gone?
I turned my head to peek behind me and found him sitting on the arm of the sofa with the flogger in his hand. The way he looked reminded me of the Dom from the club, Liam. But unlike Liam, Baz had an aura around him that had my core clenching.
“Why are you sitting there?”
“I was waiting for you to work out all the turmoil in your head.”
“That’s not going to happen anytime soon.”
He rose, stepping in my direction. “Then maybe this will help you forget for a while.”
He placed a hand on my back, pressing my naked breast to the cool glass.
“I’ll start with slow strokes, letting them grow harder until a light pink flush covers every inch of your exposed skin. The only way I’ll stop is if you say a safe word. What’s your safe word, Isa?”
We were really doing this.
I thought for a second and then said, “Deception.”
I could almost hear him clench his jaw.
“Deception, it is. Let’s begin.”
I braced for the sting of the flogger but what came was the feel of his warm hands stroking my skin, over my calves, up my thighs, and all over my back.
The gentleness of his touch brought tears to my eyes. It was like he was memorizing every one of my curves.
I gasped when his lips grazed my lower spine.
This wasn’t what I wanted. He was supposed to make me lose myself in the feel of the pain and the pleasure. He wasn’t supposed to make me need him like this.
When his lips moved to the back of my neck, tingles shot through my body and my heart clenched.
Without realizing it, I whispered, “Deception.”
Sebastian froze, turning my face to the side to look at him. “We haven’t even started.”
“I can’t, not today when you’re touching me like this. Like I mean something to you.”
“You do mean something, Isa. You meant something to me from that moment our eyes connected in your club.” He stared into my eyes. “What do you want to do? Stop completely?”
I didn’t want to make this decision. I wanted him to make it for me, but that wasn’t how this worked.
“I want you to fuck me, no kink, no making love. Just fucking. I don’t want to think about anything but the feel of your cock in me.”
A flash of hurt and pain passed through his dark eyes as he stepped back. Without another word, he pushed off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor, followed by his boxer briefs. His cock, thick and heavy, pointed upward.
He fisted the base with a tight grip, causing precum to drip from the tip.
The feral look in his eyes as he moved toward me and stroked his cock had my core spasming.
It was obvious we weren’t going to use a condom. I’d never gone bare before, and the idea of it was both frightening and exciting.
This was my husband, a man who’d broken my heart, the man who’d father my children, the man who seemed to have possessed me into wanting him like no other person before.
He braced a hand over my bound wrists, pressing me onto the cool window and making my nipples pebble harder.
He slid the thick length of his cock down between my ass cheeks and through the slit of my pussy lips, stopping at my clit to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves with his bulbous head.
I couldn’t hide my whimper.
“Do you want this?”
I didn’t respond, and he repeated the delicious torture.
“I asked you a question.”
“Y-y-yes.”
“You want to stop thinking?”
“Yes.”
“You want to feel my cock fucking into you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Please,” I begged.
I was going to go out of my mind.
“Wrong.” He rimmed my pussy, pushing in a frustrating fraction of an inch. “The correct answer is yes, Baz.”
I glared over my shoulder. “Yes, Sebastian.”
“Wrong again.” He thrust in a little farther and immediately pulled out.
I clenched my bound hands, dropping my forehead to the window. “I won’t say it. You aren’t my Baz.”
He leaned in and bit the juncture of my shoulder and neck. “We’re the same person. One is who I have to be, one is who I am with you.”
I wanted to believe him.
“Say it, Isa.”
A tear slipped down my cheek. “Baz.”
He pushed in to the hilt.
“Say it again.” He pulled out.
“Baz.”
“That’s right. I’m Baz.” He began a relentless pace, pounding into me.
My pussy quivered, quickening in slow pulses.
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“More. I need more.”
“You’ll take what I give you.” He pressed his body flush against my back, leaving no room between his skin and mine. “You’re mine, Isa.”
He pulled out and thrust back in.
“I will take your control, but not tonight. I want you to know it’s me who’s fucking you. Not just any cock.”
“Baz, please. Harder.”
His pace quickened. “This is your husband fucking you. You’ll never forget it.”
His fingers slipped between me and the window, finding my clit and giving it a gentle stroke.
“Yes,” I cried out as my body flew over the cliff in release.
My pussy clenched around his pistoning cock, soaking him in my juices.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t hold out any longer.” Sebastian came in a loud roar, pumping me full of his cum.
11
Sebastian
I tried to calm my breath and tame the pounding in my chest. I’d just had the most incredible orgasm of my life with the woman of my dreams. Now I had to figure a way out of the mess I’d created with her.
Reluctantly, I lifted my weight off Isa’s back and pulled free of her snug pussy.
Fuck, I was still half hard.
No matter how much I wanted to fuck her nonstop, we had to talk.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed. We need to have a long conversation.”
She stirred, raising her head from the glass.
“Is sex between us always going to be this intense?”
Hopefully this sex-drunk state of hers would open her to listen to what I had to say. There were things I had to share with her and there were things I could never share with her. I hadn’t lied when I said I wore many faces. I was the ruthless mobster the world believed me to be but I was also the man who used my position to stop and take down scum worse than myself.
“I have no doubt.” I kissed her naked back as I untied her wrists and rubbed her arms as I brought them down.
She moaned. “I don’t think I have the energy to walk.”
“Well that’s good. Then you’re a captive audience for the discussion we’re going to have.” I scooped her into my arms, letting her burrow into my chest.
“I’m still mad at you.”
“I wasn’t expecting anything else. But I’m not the bastard you believe me to be.”
She lifted her head and raised a brow.
“Okay, I am a bastard, but I have my reasons.”
Carrying her into the bedroom, I laid her on the bed and felt my heart skip a beat.
She was a goddess with her kiss-swollen lips, tousled black hair, eyes so blue they looked artificial. I’d had my share of models, actresses, and socialites with polish and perfection but none held a candle to this woman.
My woman.
“I’ll be back.” I went into the bathroom, returning with a warm, damp washcloth and came down beside her.
As I cleaned the cum from between her legs, I felt my cock go from semi-hard to completely erect. I was constantly hard around her.
Her fingers wrapped around me, squeezing tight and making me hiss.
I tried to pull her hands from my cock. “We have to talk, Isa.”
She wasn’t deterred. “I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck. We have the rest of our lives to talk.”
I closed my eyes and threw back my head as she pumped up and down.
“Baby, I’m trying to fix the mess I created.” My words came out in a plea.
God, this woman had me begging. I fucking never begged. Then again, I’d never been this way with any other woman.
I’d spent my life perfecting the image I’d created. It helped me stay on top of business and scare the shit out of anyone I was associated with. But this woman had me gentling.
Hell, I’d spent over five months going on coffee dates where I’d done nothing but talk to her.
She’d had me in a state of perpetual blue balls.
“I don’t want to fix it right now. I want as much angry sex as I can get.” She pushed at my chest until I was on my back.
“Dammit, Isa. I’m trying to do the right thing.”
Fury flashed in her cobalt gaze as she climbed over me. “A little late for that. Right now, I want the privileges of the body I got when I was sold to you.”
I fisted her hair as my temper grew to match hers. “I didn’t buy you. I had no choice either. I was in college in America when this whole thing was negotiated.”
All of a sudden, she broke my hold, pinning my hands back.
I couldn’t hide my surprise as she loomed over me, the lips of her cunt positioned over the length of my straining cock.
“I said,” she bit out, “I want to fuck.” She slid up and down me, coating me with her arousal.
I knew a losing battle when I was in one.
“Keep your hands here.”
“Is this a game of tit for tat?”
“Call it what you want. I want to enjoy this body that belongs to me.”
The last thing I expected was to hear the possessiveness in her voice. If she believed she owned me, then far be it for me to argue.
“Go right ahead and claim me.”
She brought her face to mine. “No talking.”
She kissed me and then trailed her mouth down my neck, over my collarbone, and lower. When her tongue circled my sensitive nipples, I bucked up.
“Too much, baby. Too much.”
She lifted her head. “I haven’t even begun to torture you.”
There was a wicked curve to her lips that had my dick oozing precum onto my stomach. If she kept this up, I was going to come like a fucking teenager.
She moved farther down, tracing and kissing my chest and abs.
I closed my eyes when her pussy slid lower and her lips were a hairsbreadth from my cock.
She gripped the base and licked around the engorged head, humming with each stroke of her tongue.
I shuddered as she continued to tease me.
“Tighter, squeeze me tighter,” I ordered, loving the feel of her touch.
She followed my command, not taking exception as I expected her to. I grew harder in her hands and felt the urge to take over churning at the back of my mind.
“Suck me, Isa. Take me deep into your mouth.”
My words caused a whimper from her lush lips and she lowered. Without thinking, I brought my hands down to clench her hair. God, I loved this wild mane of hair.
She took me in slowly, working up and down until I felt my cock hit the back of her throat. And then she did something that had me ready to lose my mind. She swallowed, contracting that incredible mouth.
“Isa. Do that again. Fuck. Do it again.”
She worked me hard. The erotic and oh-so-sweet suction of her mouth more intense then I’d ever experienced.
I opened my eyes to lock with her blue ones, filled with pleasure and smug satisfaction.
She pumped her fist up and down with the tempo of her incredible mouth and tongue.
My balls drew up, and I knew I was about to lose all control.
“Isa, stop now or I’m going to come down your throat.”
I almost thought she was going to ignore me and let me lose myself in her mouth, but she released me with a pop and a mischievous smile.
She crawled over me until her cunt hovered over my cock. She was an incredible sight, lips swollen and wet from sucking me and face flushed.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Sebastian.”
I narrowed my gaze, lifting up until I was sitting and grabbing hold of her hips. “The only man you will ever fuck again is Baz.”
She met my challenge with her own. “You haven’t earned the right to be my Baz.”
“Believe what you want. I’m never going to be anyone else. Not with you, anyway.”
I lifted her and then lowered her, engulfing my cock in her liquid heat.
A moan escaped her lips and her head fell back, making her breath come
out in soft pants.
“Christ, you feel incredible.” Sliding my hands up her body, I cupped her perfect breasts, teasing the taut buds until they grew harder.
“Ride me, baby.”
Her arms came around my shoulders and she rose, using her knees, and lowered in a slow, languid slide, gyrating her hips in a way that was meant to drive me insane.
“Isa,” I groaned, loving the way her pussy clutched my cock with every movement.
I lowered my head, sucking one delicious nipple into my mouth.
“Oh God,” she moaned and continued to strangle my cock with her slow rise and fall. “This feels so good.”
“Yes, it does. You’re so wet. Your juices are soaking me.”
Her rhythm grew faster, harder, and I knew she was about to go over.
Sliding my thumb toward her clit, I pressed down. Immediately, her cunt quivered and her breath grew unsteady.
“Come, my love. Come hard on my cock.”
As if she’d been waiting for my command, she came, detonating, squeezing me so tight I saw stars, and pushing me into my own release.
A little after ten in the morning, I walked into my childhood home knowing I was about to do the one thing I’d dreamed of since I was a small boy.
Kick Jonas Weber out of the family home and business. As of midnight, while I was buried deep in my wife, one hundred percent of Weber International had become mine. No more dealing with him holding the company or my responsibilities over my head. No more waiting for the day the bastard who was a father to me in name only could lord his presence over me. The hierarchy had shifted, and now I was the man at the helm.
With the change in power, it also meant I had to keep an even closer eye on Jonas. It wouldn’t matter that the deal was executed and he’d inherited an exorbitantly funded trust as a retired family head, he would want more—nothing was ever enough for the man. It wouldn’t surprise me if Jonas blew through all the money by the end of five years, probably sooner.
Lucas met me at the entrance.
“You ready?” He handed me the paperwork I knew Jonas wasn’t expecting.
“I’ve waited my whole life for this.”
The bastard truly believed I’d take his word about the contracts Opa had signed at face value. Opa wasn’t a stupid man and he was well aware what Jonas was like. Of Opa’s three sons, Jonas was the most spoiled, the most entitled. Andrew had been raised to take over as head and knew his responsibilities. And Fredrik, my only other living relative, was as mild-mannered as they came. Opa had known his youngest son wasn’t meant for the lifestyle and allowed him to leave Germany and become a professor of economics in the United States.
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