“That’ll add to your punishment.”
Then he turns and storms out.
I exhale shakily.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
***
Once I realize he’s not coming back, I take a shower.
The warm water does nothing to relieve the ache between my thighs. The ache he put there. It takes everything in me not to relieve it, but I can’t risk him hearing. He can’t know how wrecked he left me.
He’s already felt your wetness. Pretty sure he knows.
I scrub my skin harder than necessary, as if I can erase what just happened. Erase him.
It doesn’t work.
After cleaning my panties and bra, I hang them up to dry and wrap myself in a towel before raiding his closet again. I pull on another pair of his boxer briefs, a long-sleeve t-shirt, and his sweats. Layer after layer. I cover myself from head to toe, as if it’ll make a difference.
But I know the truth. No amount of clothing could stop him.
Once I crawl into bed, I eye his obnoxious amount of throw pillows. Fuck it. I build a wall between us. A thick, sturdy, clear divide.
I can’t wake up under him again. I can’t let myself crawl to his side. I need distance.
But as I drift into sleep, one thought claws at me, relentlessly and undeniably.
I don’t know if I’m strong enough to resist him much longer.
Chapter 18
Matthias
I’ve been in my office for over an hour, but I can still smell her arousal on my fingers. Despite the empty tumbler in my hand, I can still taste her sweetness.
I reach to refill my whiskey but stop. I need to keep a clear head to form a plan.
At first, I was angry. Not about the spitting, which will be punished, but at her refusal to admit she wants me. Who is she to deny us? Why does it matter how we met? There’s a pull between us that she can’t ignore; I sure as hell won’t.
But I meant what I said. I won’t force her. Even if I know she wants it. And I won’t be the one begging. I just need to get her to the point where she can’t resist anymore.
My cock hardens at the thought of her on her knees, eyes full of need, begging. Begging for my touch. For my cock. For a pleasure we both know only I can bring her.
But what will win her over?
I’ve never had to work for a girl. Neverwantedto. Neverneededto. None of them were worth more than a quick fuck. But Margot… She’s different.
I don’t just want her body. I want her. Her brain, her sass, her fire.
I need her.
She won’t be won over by money or shiny things. It’s one of the things I appreciate about her. She craves freedom. I need her to choose to be here. Or at least, think she’s chosen. She doesn’t realize she’s never leaving me. She was mine the second she stepped into my bed, wearing my clothes, smelling like my soaps.
When she chooses to stay, she chooses me.
I thought my way to her was through her body, but that didn’t work.
