My lips parted, but I couldn’t manage to speak.
His teeth tugged on my earlobe before musing, “What was the other part of the message? Something about doing it while I pounded into you, spanking your ass raw? You know just what I like to hear, don’t you, love? You’d do almost anything to be my ‘good little girl.’ Isn’t that right?”
I involuntarily swallowed against his palm, and a sexy smirk lit up his face.
“That’s what I thought.” He tsked. “But you underestimated me, sweetheart. I’m not going to bend you over and fuck you raw. Not today,anyway.” When I whined, he tightened his grip on my throat. “But I will grant your request for me to taste your sweet pussy.”
I sagged in relief. I was willing to compromise if he put that skilled tongue to use. It was better than nothing.
Maddox slid the hand holding my hip over my stomach as his foot kicked my legs wide. Using two fingers, he spread me open, making sure I could see my pussy in the mirror.
“That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen in my life, Bristol. And I’m just fine waiting because I know it already belongs to me.”
When my eyes drifted closed, he barked, “Eyes open!”
I jumped in his hold at the harsh tone he used.
“I want you to watch as I fuck you with my hand. I want you to witness what I already know to be the most beautiful sight on Earth—you coming on my command. Only then can you appreciate my level of restraint. Because it’s fucking addicting. And seeing it in my dreams doesn’t compare to the real thing.”
I’d started this; now, I had to finish it. Even if I was about to pass out, my head swimming with the lack of oxygen and overwhelming lust.
“Now, if there are no complaints, I’d like to see about getting that taste to tide me over.”
Our eyes remained locked as he dipped his fingers through my slit, brushing over my clit. My gaze dropped to his hand, watching as he ventured further between my thighs. There was a sharp hiss in my ear as he brought his hand back out, letting the wetness coating his fingers glisten in the harsh lighting of the room.
“Fucking drenched for me, aren’t you, love?”
A sigh escaped my parted lips when he brought those fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. The satisfied hum he let out left no doubt that he enjoyed the taste of me. Until now, I couldn’t help but wonder in theback of my mind if his insistence on going down on me was only aimed to impress, but the expression of pure ecstasy on his face when he smacked his lips put that subject to rest.
Maybe karma was finally coming around to reward me for putting up with guys who had treated me like shit when their dicks weren’t buried inside me.
Who was I to question hitting the jackpot with a man who cared not only about my emotional well-being but my physical pleasure?
Seems too good to be true, don’t you think?
“Hey, where did you go?” Maddox’s voice softened.
My eyes shifted from his face to mine in the mirror, where twin lines had formed between my brows.
When I cleared my throat to respond, telling him I was fine and not to stop, his hand fell away, and I knew instantly that getting lost in my thoughts had broken the spell he’d been under.
A chill met my back when Maddox stepped away, putting space between us.
Noooooooooooo.
My heart sank as he said, “I’m sorry.”
Spinning around, I closed the gap, throwing my arms around his neck in desperation. “Please, don’t say that.”
A heavy sigh had his chest kissing mine, but his gaze was full of tenderness. “I want all of you, Bristol. And right now, you can’t give me that. I understand. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait as long as it takes until you can truly be mine.”
My vision blurred, and I stepped back, turning away so I wouldn’t be further humiliated by having him see me cry. It cut deep that he didn’t want me now, that he thought I was broken in some way, and it didn’t matter that he was right. If he cared about me like he said he did, wouldn’the want to help put me back together instead of letting me figure it out on my own?
There was the sound of rustling fabric and a whoosh of air at my back, almost as if he reached for me but decided against making body contact at the last second.
“Go get dressed. Bring that little number back out with you, and I’ll buy it for you. I want you to save it for when I finally claim your body again.”
Without a word, I closed myself inside the curtained dressing room, sinking onto the settee and silently sobbing as the hot sting of rejection took hold. I’d been so sure this plan would work that I hadn’t considered that I would be leaving this store unsatisfied or, worse, sad that my past was ruining my chance of a decent future.
