Page 70 of Pawn

Pushing my hip against hers, I sink my teeth into the soft skin of her neck and I’m hoping to leave a mark. “And what did you say?” I growl into her skin, my fingers warm and wet from her folds. “This better be for me, Medusa.”

“I said nooo—fuck.” Her words become a breathy moan when my fingers push into her, my mouth moving down her neck, my lips brushing against her quick pulse. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“Why?” I demand, plunging my fingers deep until they’re buried to my knuckles. Her back arches when I hit that spot, my fingers hitting her wall. She leans up, reaching for my belt.

“I want you,” she moans but I push her back, my grip going back to her neck so she knows who’s in charge. Me.

“Why?” I ask again, my fingers pumping in slow, hard, thrusts. My thumb swirls over her soaking clit while I watch the look on her face. Her mouth open wide, her eyes begging to close but she knows the drill. “Why wouldn’t you do that?”

“Be-because—fuck, King, because I love you,” she moans. “Now fuck me you jealous prick.”

My hand rises from her neck to her face, pushing my thumb in her pretty little mouth. “Why?”

She can hardly speak when I pull my fingers out to the tips before I push them back in, curling my fingers when I hit her wall.

“No one fucks me like you do,” she pants. “No one makes me feel like you do. Now please, just—”

“Fuck, I love it when you beg.”

She reaches for my belt and I’m raging hard when she pulls it out, my cock throbbing in her hold. It feels like heaven in her grip and those flushed cheeks tell me she’s ready. Spreading her legs wider, I line up my shaft with her entrance before I push inside her. She lets out a cry, her eyes widening.

“Beg,” I groan, the feeling of her warm pussy around my cock taking all my pain away. All my fears. “Beg for what’s yours. Beg for what you know no one can take away.” The sofa scratches against the wood below us with every hard thrust. Leaning over her, my chest presses into her tits while I find her ear again. “I love you, Joelle. And this pussy? It’s mine and mine only. You understand?”

“Yes!” she cries, her walls tightening around me but I want to break her before she breaks me. I want to make her see the stars. “Yes! Yes! Fuck!” Another back arch tells me she’s reaching her peak and with my hand rubbing her clit in those swirls that drive her wild, she does. “God, yes!” She cries with one last hard thrust.

Jo’s out of breath when I turn her over, grabbing her by her soft ass. If she ever thinks about seeing him again or lying to me again, she’ll think about this.

“King,” she sighs. “Let me take a br—oooh my god!”

With a pull towards me, my cock plunges inside her again. So wet. So warm. Mine. “You telling me what to do again, Rowland?”

I go to town on Jo until she’s begging for me to make her come again, my thumb in her little tight ass while my cock fills her pussy. She screams when she comes again, my arm under her stomach supporting her while she shivers and shakes in my hold.

“Holy fuck,” she pants, voice hoarse before I let her collapse onto the sofa. Pulling out, her body writhes against the cushion. “I think I literally saw stars.”

Buckling my belt, I’ve made my point. If Craig Carson wants her he’s gonna have to try harder than that.

Would Carson’s deal save my company? My legacy? Everything my family has worked for?

Maybe.

But not at that price. It’s not worth it.

Is it?

The questions come flooding through my mind while I straighten my clothes. Jo sprawls out on the couch, arm slung off the cushion. As for me? I’m gonna need something stronger than this bottle. Jo’s heavy breaths are the only sound in the room when I make my way to the entrance.

“Wait,” she calls, pushing herself up, hair hanging over her shoulder. “You didn’t—”

“I got some shit to think about.” It’s the last thing I say before I retreat to my office for the evening. If I don’t play my cards right, in a matter of weeks, I won’t need it.

Nineteen

Jo

Damien’s downsizing.

If you call selling the mansion and moving to the lake house downsizing.

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