Page 9 of Breaking His Law

He stops stroking his cock and holds my hips still at the same time he stops moving his fingers inside me. “You will come whenI say you can. Now, be a good girl and tell me how old you are, Ari?”

I respond faster than a bullet out of a gun, desperate for him to let me come. “Twenty-nine. You can be my sugar daddy.” I’m messing with him, and he knows it. He moves his fingers in and out of me again, much faster this time, as if he likes my answer.

“Make me come again, please.” I fling my head back into the mattress as he teases my inner walls, rubbing my G-spot, and I grab onto his hand, urging him to go deeper.

The sound of my wet arousal combined with my moans and him fisting himself join to make our own symphony of ecstasy.

“Look at me when you come,” he demands.

As if under his spell, I obey without question, unable to tear my eyes away from him.

“Good girl.”

I quiver at his praise-filled words, which is not something I thought I would like but do.

Our bodies work together so well, it’s weird and wonderful, and at this point I have no control over my actions. I’d do anything he says as he expertly pulls another orgasm from my body. Pleasure shoots through every part of me, robbing me of all my senses. My toes curl into the bed, and my fingers dig into the skin of his hand as the intense orgasm leaves me trembling and shaking, soaking his fingers with my juices.

“You are fucking beautiful, Ari.” His eyes pierce my soul as if he’s searching through it, unraveling my thoughts.

Unsettled by the emotions stirring within me—ones I’d rather not confront—I look away, unwilling to let myself feel anything more for him than the attraction of tonight.

I want to feel nothing when he looks at me, and when he lowers his voice, I don’t want my pulse to stutter in my veins the way it is now either. He’s an arrogant man with too much charm for his own good. But my body isn’t listening, and my thoughtsare betraying me. Regardless of how many reasons I stack against him, I crumble the moment he tells me how beautiful I am again.

Does he really mean that?

Who cares? It doesn’t matter.

Giving me no time to recover, he removes his fingers from inside me, and I jolt at the loss. Too tired to move, I watch him lick my cum from his fingers.

Holy shit, that’s hot.

Then he’s reaching for another condom on the nightstand. Tearing it open with his teeth, he rolls it on his hard cock while I’m still lying completely boneless. My breathing hasn’t even had a chance to return to normal, and faster than my brain can keep up with, he lies down on the bed, and making it seem effortless, his strong defined muscles flex as he pulls me on top of him.

Lining his cock up with my entrance, I widen my legs as he slides in easily because I’m so wet. For him.

“Now fuck me like you hate me, Ari.” He thrusts upward, making the thick tendons in his neck bulge with tension.

Well, that’s easy.

No, it’s not.

“Okay.” Being this agreeable is completely out of character for me.

Shit, I’m in massive trouble.

But I’ll stay the night and have a snoop around his fuckboy penthouse in the morning before the sun rises.

That is my endgame, after all.

4

NATHAN

The San Francisco sun blazing through the vast panels of glass in my bedroom is what wakes me up.

I’m slightly dazed, and then it hits me at once with the force of a tornado.

Ari.

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