“Sick, Yo—” I stop myself. “I filled in.”
“Once again, I catch you touching things you shouldn’t.”
“My apologies. It won’t happen?—”
He smacks my ass again just as hard as he did the first time, but now he rubs the sting away with his cock. My eyes roll back. I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t like anything he’s doing, and I need to stop him.
But I don’t. I keep my hands on the bed and let him do what he wants to me because it’s exactly what I want too.
“Somehow, I doubt that. I think we both know you like itand would do it again if I hadn’t caught you. You don’t seem to be able to help yourself. Have you been this bad when cleaning other rooms?”
“No. I haven’t.”
“Good girl.”
Jesus. The way he says this, the sound of his voice, that low, sensual rasp, is more than I can take. My mind grows fuzzy and soft. I think I’d do just about anything for him to call me that again.
“Why are you shaking like this? I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. At least not more than you’ll want me to.”
I suck in my whimper, refusing to allow it past my lips.
His hand drags up and down my side from my hip to the side of my breast. “You’ve touched my things. I think it’s only fair I get to touch you in return.”
18
ROWAN
Icame up here to change into swim trunks. I’ve been restless all day, and Icouldn’t pinpoint why, so it was either go for a run, which I wasn’t in the mood for since it’s hotter than the blazes of hell out, or swim laps until my muscles ached and my mind quieted.
Then I walked in here and found Marcella’s face in my pillow and realized why I was restless.
Her. Marcella Russo.
A fantasy. A preoccupation. A woman I promised I wouldn’t touch, and yet here I am.
I press my hard cock into her ass and grip her long blonde braid so I can wrap it around my fist, and use it to wrench her back to expose her throat to me.
A strangled noise flees her lips that somehow manages to make my cock harder.
Fuck yes.
I greedily take advantage, licking and sucking at her skin. A low growl tickles my lips as my tongue flicks her racing pulse point. Her taste. Holy fuck, the way her skin tastes. I know this taste. Iswear I do.
“Stop licking me,” she demands even as she attempts to angle herself further against me, fighting the grip in her hair and the control I’m imposing.
I grin, my teeth sinking into her flesh, making her whimper and buck against me. I’ve got her held pretty good between her hair in my fist and her body caged by mine.
“This can’t happen.”
“It won’t. I’m not fucking you.”
She laughs. “Who said I was going to let you try?”
“Oh, sweetheart, if I wanted to put my cock in your tight little cunt, we both know you’d let me, and you’d love it.”
She snorts. “So arrogant,Your Highness.”
I use my free hand to tear at her pants, ripping the button open and scissoring her fly before I shove the hem down past her hips. Her creamy ass is right here, and I smack it. Hard. She squirms and rocks away from me, but I can’t have that.