Page 78 of Heartless

Two out of three nodded and followed my orders immediately, while the third eyed me with defiance.

“You and I are going to The Pink Diamond now,” I said in a quiet voice, just in case there was a noisy housekeeper hiding behind a bush or something. “And we are having a conversation whether you want it or not.”

Madison crossed her arms over her chest. “No.”

I took a step closer to her. “I swear to God, Madison, if you don’t cooperate, I will drag you back to the lobby and I will explain to Mel exactly how jealous you are of her. That will brighten up her day, don’t you think? I bet she would tell the story to the entire staff. Would you like that?”

“You wouldn’t cause a scene like that in your own hotel,” she challenged me, not denying my theory that she was in fact jealous.

“Wanna bet? It wouldn’t be my first choice, but if presented with no other option I would do it.”

With that I started walking and she followed. We reached the door of The Pink Diamond and I opened it with my card which earned me a death glare. She stomped inside and I followed. By the time she threw her purse on the couch and whirled around I was already in her face.

I clenched my fists. “What happened?” I was aching to touch her, but I had to refrain from it for the time being.

“Nothing,” Madison’s nostrils flared. “She had a hangover from last night and decided to cure it with champagne.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“You sure?”

“What else could there be?”

“I imagined you being chased by paparazzi or something. Women like Annie have stalkers too, you know? How is that for an example?”

That made her shut up. She tried to step away from me, but I grabbed her wrist with one hand and placed my other on her lower back, pinning her closer. I wanted to kiss her so bad I could barely breathe.

“I know we haven’t talked about it, but we’re definitely past the phase where we pretend this attraction doesn’t exist, so I’m just gonna move on to the bigger issue here. That thing you said to Melany? You can’t go off like that in front of the staff or the guests.”

She looked me straight in the eye and by the intensity of her stare I expected her to say something insulting but she surprised me. “I know.”

Dropping my forehead to hers I inhaled deeply her flowery scent. “I meant it when I said I love that you refuse to lose, but do I love it when you decide to surrender?”

I let her go and expected her to step back, but she didn’t budge. So I took her face in my hands and angled it so that my lips were an inch away from hers. Her breath hitched, and I could see the war waging behind her eyes. Then she closed the gap between us, crashing her lips onto mine in a demanding kiss. My hands found her waist and I dug my fingertips into her back, pinning her against me. The moan that escaped her mouth made my already hard cock twitch.

I broke the kiss and nibbled on her earlobe. “I can't tell you how many times I imagined you moaning like that. Begging for my cock.”

“I don’t beg.”

I leaned in and followed the length of her neck with my nose. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”

My hands traveled down from her waist over her hips and I started gathering the fabric of her dress up while I walked her backwards until her back hit the closest wall with a thud. She sucked in a breath and I chuckled.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” Her tongue darted out of her mouth to wet her lips. I dropped to my knees, yanked one of her legs and placed it over my shoulder. Burying my nose in her soaked underwear, I groaned in pleasure. “Your mouth might not be begging, but your pussy certainly is.” I pressed my thumb to the wet spot and rubbed it. “You smell so good.”

Her entire body arched chasing my touch; only her head was still pressed to the wall.

“Normally I wouldn’t do this, but since we established you like it rough…” I hooked my fingers on both sides of her underwear and ripped the lace.

My mouth watered at the sight of her naked glistening pussy at my eye level. I pressed a kiss to her mound, nowhere near the places thatwould give her real pleasure, and I let my hands roam all over her thighs and her ass, avoiding the place she wanted me to touch the most.

Madison tried to chase my mouth and whimpered, her breaths becoming heavier with each denial. I finally moved closer and pinched her clit between my fingers. She gasped, her hips bucking against my touch. “You have to ask nicely if you want my tongue,” I whispered against her flesh.

“I don’t beg,” she repeated between breaths and I smiled, my own desire throbbing in my groin.

I remained on my knees in front of her and continued my slow torture until her skin was covered with a drops of sweat. Then I removed her leg off my shoulder and ran a hand from her ankle to the soft spot where her thigh ended next to her center. I stopped right there and glanced up at her. Her face was red, her eyes hooded and her lips parted.

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