Page 72 of For Wrath and Redemption
He fucks me harder, bottoming out deeper than I thought possible. Until his hips slam into my ass and the backs of my thighs. The sound of skin slapping onto skin, of his hard cock moving in and out of my soaking wet pussy...
“Fuck, it’s so, it’s so...”
“Say my fucking name, Claire.”
“Jonah. Jonah. Jonah.”
I chant it like he wants. Like an incantation. More. More. More.
His palm splays on my collarbone, and my excitement increases. I wait for him to move it to my neck, but he doesn’t. He just applies pressure to my collarbone, pinning me into the mattress. Maintaining control.
I wrap my hand around his wrist and try to coax him to my throat, but he doesn’t budge.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the request to fall from my lips, but I can’t bring myself to say it. Even after all he’s done, allwe’vedone, I can’t say it. His answering laugh is dark. He knows, and he doesn’t remove his hand from my collarbone.
He moves my legs apart and presses my knees to my shoulders, lifting my ass from the bed until I’m arched and folded. I mentally thank myself for yoga because who the fuck bends like this.
Then he spits again and rubs his thumb on my clit.
“Oh God.” I groan.
“You close, Trouble?”
His voice is strained and breathless. He’s holding back. He’s ready. I nod.
“Good.”
He pulls out of me, pulls off the condom, then pumps into me twice more. It drives me fucking crazy, skin on skin, heat on heat. My pussy clenches around him, so close. So close.
Then he pulls out of me completely, lets go of my legs, and pumps his dick until he’s coming all over my pelvis and stomach. I watch breathlessly as his mouth drops open on a long groan, his eyes never leaving my body. Fascinated by his cum covering my skin.
When he’s finished, I wait impatiently. I wait for him to return between my legs and bring me to orgasm in some way. With his fingers or tongue. But then he stands beside the bed, looming over me, and hits me with a glare.
My brows furrow and a chill skates down my spine. I close my legs, sit up, and cover my chest, ignoring the way his cum smears against my skin.
“What?” I say quietly.
He says nothing, so I repeat myself more forcefully. I snap at himand quickly start throwing on armor. Fortified steel for whatever he’s going to say. I can tell from the look in his eyes that it won’t be good.
“What?”
A sinister grin stretches over his face, and my heartbeat sounds like warning bells in my head.
“How does it compare?”
My heart stops. My stomach drops. I open my mouth and force out only one word. The only one I can actually form, and even then, it’s a ghostly, shaky whisper.
“What?”
The hatred that flashes over his face, the pain that I see in his eyes, guts me. And then in a blink, it disappears.
“I have to admit, when I said you fucked your way into Innovation, I didn’t even consider the CEO. Great work, Davis. Bang up job. My dad usually likes them a little younger, but...”
I shake my head. I want to protest, to defend myself, but I can’t breathe. It’s made worse when he tilts his head to the side and scans my body. I’m again a lab rat. A cadaver to a med student. A case study.
