Page 68 of The Heiress

I felt like I was just finding out, but at the same time, wasn’t surprised to see her. “Oh, I can be sweet, Jace Malone.” I massaged his neck as I rubbed up against him. “But I also liked what you just did. A lot. Who knows how many other sides there are of me?”

He growled against my breast. “I can’t wait to find out.” Then sucked again. “But for tonight, for the purpose of unwinding after a spectacularly bad night, I think you’re right.”

“About what?” I gasped.

“That I won’t really be able to sleep until the Red Right Hand gets to let off some steam with his woman.” The words and the way he growled them created an involuntary response in my body. I gasped in excitement at the same time my inner muscles clenched hard around his fingers. “And I see that you like that idea.”

“I think I do. I really think I do.” But it wasn’t about losing control. It was about having a night go pear-shaped and needing to see the man who handled it. I needed to know him, understand him, and come to peace with the idea that this side of Jace existed for a reason.

He lifted me onto the bed, the towel discarded, his hands on my inner thighs pushing them open. “I want to taste you.”

He left his clothes on as he licked along my folds, around my clit, and into my center. I had a feeling this Jace enjoyed restraint and a little torture. It was why he kept me pinned down with a heavy hand on my chest and refused to touch himself. He worked as slowly and methodically as he promised, bringing me to orgasm one slow lick at a time.

By the time he undressed he had to be swollen and throbbing. Maybe even desperate for relief. But he didn’t move any faster. The clothes came off one piece at a time. He pulled out the box of condoms. He admired me.

“I’m not a monster.”

“I never said you were.”

“I don’t kill unless I don’t have a choice. I don’t hurt people for the sake of hurting them. My only goal is survival.” He rolled the condom on, effectively cutting off my next question. We were going straight to sex. “I do that by knowing every player in the game. Their weaknesses and desires. By controlling every aspect.”

I swallowed hard. There was something unmistakably sexy about the way he spoke in such a calm, measured way. I could see this other side of Jace outside the bedroom. Understood why his men followed him without question.

I felt the same way.

He held out his hand. “Come here.” He pulled me to my feet and kissed me lightly, then turned me around so I was facing the mirror above the dresser. “I like watching you, Sam. Seeing your eyes roll back in your head, the way your lips move when you’re overcome.” His hands traveled over my skin and I melted backward into his naked body. “Watch,” he whispered against my ear.

He took my nipples between his fingers. “You’re so sensitive here. And you like it when I touch you. You get so wet when I do and you squeeze me nice and tight.” His eyes were bright and focused as he watched us in the mirror.

My cheeks flushed and I began to pant. His cock pressed into my back, hot and throbbing.

“Your nipples get so hard in my fingers. So hard,” he groaned and, for the first time, I saw him slip for a second. Pure pleasure washed over his face and his body bowed, then shuddered against mine. He rutted into the small of my back twice and then stopped. “Do you see how swollen and thick they get? They like being played with, right?”

“Yes,” I moaned and nodded. “Do you like it?”

“Oh Sam. I fuckingloveit. Feeling your body respond to what I do is incredibly satisfying. It makes me harder than ever. Do you feel it?” He rutted again.

I nodded. “So hard.” My breath came even faster now and my chest flushed.

“You taste divine, by the way. And velvety soft.”

I ground backward, wanting him inside me.

“See? You feel good and with a few very real compliments I have you ready to give me anything I want, don’t I?”

Jesus, he was hot like this. So sure, so sexy. “Yes.”

“I could ask you to get on your knees and take my cock, couldn’t I?” When I nodded he went on, threading his arm through my elbows and forcing my breasts up in the air. “I could tie you up and fuck you any which way I wanted?” I froze for a second in shock and then...nodded again. Why not? It was Jace. He made me feelgood.He smiled at me in the mirror. “But I don’t want any of that. I just want to watch you come around my cock.”

“God yes. Please?” The words came out on a rush before I even thought them. Pure need.

“Of course.” He cupped my left breast while he positioned himself with his right. I bent slightly to place my hands on the dresser and accommodate his height difference. For a long, long moment there was only pressure and then...the head of his cock slipped inside.

We both gasped and moaned. I took a lot of pleasure in watching him temporarily lose control. He pressed a little deeper, my channel tight but ready. Then he pulled back and pushed very slowly. Just a little deeper.

We no longer spoke in words, but in gasps and moans. Centimeter by centimeter. It was a pleasure all its own to feel him stretch me and fill me. Every slow thrust teased the excited nerves desperate for stimulation. His fingers returned to my nipples. I watched as they hardened for him all over again, growing thick between his fingers. They pressed together and rolled as slowly as his cock.

The game was slow and incredibly pleasurable. Like making love, but different. Hotter. Maybe it was because I could see the fire in his eyesandhis body curling around mine, his muscles working, his hips thrusting. Or maybe it was because he already told me what he wanted me to watch for and find arousing. My eyes kept drifting back to the grip he held on my nipples, reminding myself to pay attention to how good it felt. Then I remembered how hard he was for me, how that steel was now spreading me wide with its thick length, pleasuring me with every slow, deliberate stroke.

---