by K. I. Lynn
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“I’ll eat you up, Ophelia.”
The elevator doors slid open, and we headed out and down the hall.
I swallowed hard as we reached my room, his blue eyes meeting mine before I stepped into my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I slumped back against the hard wood as I stared up at the ceiling, willing my blood to calm down.
The tension between us grew heavier every day, and despite the hiccups of the night, despite feeling inferior to every woman we encountered, including the two that knew him more intimately than I did, all I wanted were his hands all over me.
The question was, did I jump, or did I hold on to the butterflies in my stomach with everything I had. If I didn’t succumb tonight, when would I?
It was inevitable. I knew it, and so did he. My skin begged for him, my pussy ached for him, and my heart yearned for him.
I’d already come to the conclusion that I was going to cave, so why, after such a wonderful night, was I hesitating? I wanted him.
I debated showing up to his room naked, but then realized I had the perfect excuse to walk to his bedroom. First, I kicked off my heels, and peeled the pasties from my nipples—I wasn’t letting anything hinder finally getting what I’d been wanting for so long.
My dress swished against the wood floors as I padded down the hall. When I reached his door, I took a deep breath before knocking.
A moment later, Atticus stood before me. I’d caught him in a half undressed state, and it took a ton of effort to not just reach forward and tear open his shirt.
“Yes?” he asked, his voice deeper than usual.
I stepped in past him, entering his room for the first time, and glanced over my shoulder. “Can you help me?”
There was a flash in his eyes, and his nostrils flared. I could feel the heat radiating off him, feel the static charge that was building between us with each inch of space that dissolved between us. His gaze boring into me was so strong, but nothing compared to the soft caress of his fingers against my skin.
I drew in a breath, and goose bumps erupted across my flesh. He gripped the zipper and slowly drew it down. Each inch felt like a supercharged heat that grew as he went. His fingers caressed as he went, sending a trail of fire across my skin.
He stepped closer, and when the zipper couldn’t move farther, my back was against his chest. The warmth of his breath swept across my neck. I couldn’t move, completely trapped in his gravity.
His lips pressed against my shoulder, and a small moan left me. One arm wrapped around me, tugging me until there was no air between us.
“You’re playing with fire, Ophelia.”
“I know.”
He pushed the straps of the dress over the edge of my shoulders, the weight of the dress causing it to slide until the straps caught on my bent arms. A low moan escaped me at the feel of his warm hand running along the exposed skin.
Hands that I’d longed for swept across my skin; one cupped my breast and tweaked my nipple making me cry out.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against my ear.
“I-I want you.”
“Beg for it.”
“What?”
“You wanted to know the loopholes.” His fingers flexed against my skin. “Beg for me to fuck you,” he growled.
Even though I was throwing myself at him, he was still lucid enough to think about the contract. I could feel how strong his desire was pressed against my backside, but he refrained.
So I threw his words back at him from that night at Stronghold. “Give in to me,” I said, then turned in his arms. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them. “Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
His lip curled up into a snarl and he leaned down, his lips crashing to mine. I melted into the possessiveness of his tongue, bent to the will of his greed. My veins flamed, fire moving through me with each frantic beat of my heart.
He released me to pull his shirt off, followed by his belt and slacks. I relaxed my arms, freeing the straps and allowing the weight of the fabric to pull it to the ground.
A groan left him as I stood naked before him, a smirk on my lips as I dropped to my knees before him. His abs tensed as my fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs.
I wanted to tease him. To make him beg as he made me.
My movements were slow, precise, slowly exposing skin until the head of his cock appeared. It was resting near his hip bone and I leaned in, wrapping my mouth around it. He cursed as I ran my tongue around the sensitive tip. I continued exposing little by little, taking more and more.
His fingers fisted my hair and pulled me back. Dark eyes glared down at me.
“Quit playing and suck.”
I made sure to keep my eyes locked on his as I leaned forward again and ran my tongue up the underside.
“Are you sure my mouth is where you want to come this time?” I closed my lips around the tip.
A growl vibrated in his chest, and I pushed his underwear the rest of the way off. His cock was heavy as it slapped against my face. I turned and continued my tease with my mouth.
“I’m not coming until you are exactly where you are supposed to be.”
“And where is that?”
I gasped in surprise as he pulled me from the floor and grabbed hold of my waist. He stepped forward, and my feet left the floor. The sudden flip of my center of gravity confused me until I fell against the softness of his bed. He climbed up, his arms caged me in while his hips pinned me down.
“Right here. In my bed with your thighs open and waiting.”
I drew in a sharp breath that quickly morphed into a low moan at the feel of his hard length pressing against my core.
“Mmm, the symphony of your pleasure is my favorite music of all. I’ve waited over a year to be inside you again. I’m not waiting a moment longer.” With that, he slammed into me.
I cried out as a delirious pleasure ripped through me. My head fell back against the bed, my legs clenching around his hips, drawing him deeper. Low moans left him as he pressed all the way in.
“Fuck. So good,” he hissed. “So tight and wet wrapped around me.”
His words send a wave of electric excitement through me. He set up a slow, steady pace of long, hard strokes. Every one of them filled me, flaming the electric sparks that went off with each thrust.
I rocked my hips with his, driving myself closer and closer to ecstasy.
“Look at me.”
My vision focused, and the lust-heavy gaze that I met only served to excite me more.
“Harder,” I whispered.
His lips crashed to mine as his hips pulled back and slammed in, making me cry out. It was no longer slow and sensual, but mind-numbing euphoria. My body tensed, focused on the mounting pleasure that filled me until I fell.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him as I came in his arms, my body shaking, my pussy pulsing around him.
I hadn’t even come down when he pulled out, a cry of protest leaving me at the sudden emptiness. He flipped my lax body over and pulled my ass up.
I cried out as he slammed all the way in. He let out a hiss, his fingers digging into my flesh. The new angle allowed him to get deeper, and each time he bottomed out, my mind lost all thought.
He cupped my throat and pulled back, forcing my back to arch, his other hand sliding across my torso to rest on top of my breast, holding me in place.
“I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum,” he said into my ear, his voice gruff. My body lit up again, tightening around him. “My first time ever raw. Remember it. Crave it, because I’ll never fuck you any other way again.”
His thrusts became harder and faster, amping me up for another orgasm primed to rip from me, forcing my body to respond to his.
“You are mine,” he growled into my ear. “Your pussy is mine.”
“Yes,” I cried out as my muscles shook. A high-pitched whine le
ft me as I clenched around him
“Mine,” he yelled out as his hips slammed against me for one last thrust. I could feel him twitching inside me, letting his cum out deep within nestled against my cervix.
He fell back to his haunches, still holding me to him, my head resting on his shoulder. After a moment he pulled out, groaning as he stared at me.
“There is something highly primal and erotic about that view.”
He lay down next to me and pulled me into his arms, his chest heaving as he regained his breath.
Wow.
That night a year ago paled in comparison to this one. There was no going back to how things had been, because I was going to crave him constantly.
We lay there for a few minutes, calming down, nestled in each other’s warmth. Basking in the shift of our relationship.
“And that is how we’re going to make our children,” he said. It startled me, and I realized I’d begun to doze off.
“Okay,” I replied, my head falling back to look at him, a smile on my lips.
I was stunned at the smile that met me, at the softness in his eyes that I’d never seen before. His hand slipped up to cup my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip.
“You are so beautiful that I can’t look away.”
“Who said you had to?”
He gripped my jaw and pulled me closer until our lips met. “How do you feel?”
“Boneless,” I said with a giggle. “You?”
“I wish this moment would never end. And invigorated.”
I blinked at him. “Invigorated?” I glanced down and drew in a sharp breath at the sight of his hard cock resting against his abdomen. “Already?”
He bit down on my shoulder, and I let out a moan from the electric shock that pulsed through me.
“You’ve teased me for more than a year. I find myself with a lot of pent-up hunger, and once will not satisfy me.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to me. “Then have your fill.”
Pulling myself out from underneath Ophelia’s warmth as the sun crested the horizon was torture. All I wanted to do was spend the day in bed exploring every inch of her body, finding every erogenous zone, every spot that heated her up, and every millimeter that drove her wild.
Duty and obligation pulled me from her arms. Responsibilities that I couldn’t put off. The acquisition of a major South Korean electronics company would ensure our growth for more years to come. They would only entertain our offer in a face-to-face meeting, which put me on a plane instead of between her thighs.
After a shower, I slipped on a pair of slacks and a polo before slipping on some loafers. For an over fifteen-hour flight, I wanted a little more comfort.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, a groan left me at the sight on my bed. Ophelia had turned, the sheet slipping down exposing her perfect breast, the nipple tight from the cooler air.
Never had a woman slept in my bed, and I’d never wanted nor allowed it. I wasn’t counting my bed at Stronghold. Ophelia looked like she belonged there, wrapped in my scent, naked. A goddess for me to worship.
One that I had to leave.
Leaning down, I pressed my lips to her forehead. “I’ll see you soon, my dear,” I whispered. I brushed a lock of hair from her face, completely mesmerized as I stared at her. “How do you do this to me?”
I was unable to resist kissing her, to resist the need to feel her lips against mine before I would be without for days. As I did, her arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. It was a shock, and I drank in the warmth she enveloped me with. Her eyes fluttered open, a small smile on her lips before her grip lessened and released as she returned to sleep.
I resisted the urge to play with her teasing nipple and covered it back up with the sheet before reluctantly heading for the door. With a last glance, I memorized the sight before me to keep me company until I returned.
A quick stop to my office allowed me to slip my laptop into my briefcase, along with a few files. When I got into the elevator, I waited for one last sound that maybe she was up, but I was met with silence.
In moments I was on the rooftop, walking out into the warm summer air.
“Good morning, Mr. de Loughrey,” Carlo greeted as I neared the helicopter.
“Good morning, Carlo.” I held out my hand and gave him a smile. “Who do you have with you today?”
“Vincent. We should have you to the airport in ten minutes. They already have the jet ready and waiting for you.”
“Thank you.” He shut the door, and we took off. I hated watching the building grow farther away, knowing soon she would wake up and I wouldn’t be there.
Minutes later, we landed and I was ushered into the hanger where on the other side, one of the smaller of our aircraft waited. The de Loughrey Aviation Express seated ten and held a bed at the rear. Being the only one going on the trip, it was the perfect size for the journey.
“Morning, sir,” Damien said as he stepped up beside me.
“Should be an easy few days,” I said. “How is she doing?”
“Well, thank you. And thank you for the in-home help, sir.”
“The least I can do for stealing you away when your wife is in need of extra care.” Damien was my personal guard, and his wife had just undergone surgery to fix a broken leg. While normally another guard could easily take his place on a trip, Damien was fluent in Korean. The only one on our security team who was, and it was a huge asset. Most thought the six-foot-four burly man was all brawn, instead of the most intelligent member in the guard and fluent in multiple languages.
“Good morning, Mr. de Loughrey. Damien.”
“Brandy. How are you today?” I greeted with a smile as I entered, placing my bag on one of the seats before dropping into the one across from it. Damien stowed his bag before selecting the seat up one and across the aisle from my location.
“I’m well, sir. How about you?” she asked.
“Tired.”
“Would you like me to get the bedroom ready for once we reach cruising altitude?”
“I’ve got some work to do, but eventually, yes.”
She nodded. “Coffee?”
“Please.”
“Atticus, good morning,” John smiled as he exited the cockpit.
“Captain. How are the kids?”
“Teenagers are a handful.” He chuckled to say that explained it all. “Just to let you know, we will be stopping in Anchorage for a refueling today, but we’ve adjusted the course and it should only add about half an hour onto our flight time.”
“It’s going to be a long flight either way.”
“It sure is. We’re just finishing up the preflight checklist and will be on our way shortly.”
“Thank you.”
Brandy set the coffee down next to me just as he headed back to the front.
“Is there anything else I can get you right now?”
“No. Thank you, Brandy.”
“Jack selected a few options for meals, and he put your suitcase in the closet.”
I gave her a curt nod, then turned my attention to the phone in my hands to dial one of the many pains in my ass.
“It’s Sunday. What do you want?” Hamilton growled into the phone.
“Had a fabulous night, did you?”
Hamilton groaned. “She’s still here.”
“Did you take someone home last night?” Taking a one-night stand, or anyone, to the Tower was an almost unheard-of move.
“Hell, no. I took her to the hotel.” His voice lowered. “But she’s still fucking here.”
“Just leave.”
“I’m thinking about it. I’m also thinking about having her suck me off one last time. Mouth like a fucking Hoover.”
Images of last night, of Ophelia’s lips stretched around the head of my cock filled my mind, stirring my dick.
“Did you take anyone home last night?”
“Ophelia.”
A grumble came over the line. “She
doesn’t count. You’re not fucking her.”
I wasn’t about to divulge to Hamilton or anyone else what had transpired the night before. “Well, she is the only one I will be taking home for a long time.”
“Why did you call?”
“I’m on the plane getting ready to take off, and I wanted to make sure you had the offer ready by the time I land.”
“I sent the information to Rhys on Wednesday. Check your email.”
“I haven’t checked it since I left the office on Friday, so it could be there.”
“I’m doing a little more research, but I want to make sure you get a good look at their R and D section before you have them sign. The information was vague and threw up some red flags.”
“I’ll make sure.”
“How long will I be graced with silence?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.
“I should be back on Wednesday or Thursday. But don’t think there will be silence. With my absence, you know he will be in the office more often.”
There was a groan on the line. “Didn’t he get a new assistant? Shouldn’t he be off fucking her or something?”
“He’s probably going to pressure you on some other heiress up his sleeve again.”
“Just marry one of his girls and end my suffering, okay?”
“So I should suffer the rest of my life?” I asked.
“Better than the sexless marriage you’re going to have.”
“Hmm. Debatable. Besides, I put the fear of God into him, so he should be behaving, even if he does meddle.”
Brandy caught my eye as she closed and latched the door.
“Time to go,” I said.
“Let me know when you land.”
“Hamilton, do I detect an ounce of care for my well-being?”
He scoffed. “Yes, because I’ve decided I don’t want to be king. I’m happy being a prince, so come back.”
A chuckle left me, and I hung up.
Normally, my conversations with Hamilton were not filled with idle chatter because I didn’t have time for it. Since Ophelia had entered my life, I found myself opening up to my siblings a bit more. She was right—I didn’t know them. Genevieve and I had more than a decade that separated us, causing our rift. Even the five-year gap with Hamilton kept us from getting close.