Page 49 of All That Glitters

I grip the base of my wet cock with my other hand and work out the rest, a few dots speckling her cheeks and jaw. The force of the orgasm almost knocks me off to the ground, and I pant, lightheaded.

Holy fuck.

Yes. I want to remember her exactly like this: tears streaming, cum dripping from the corner of her mouth…every bit of it. She’s always been beautiful, but like this, compliant while she sucks my cock, Empire is breathtaking.

I hold eye contact while I tuck myself back into my pants, giving her a cold look before saying, “Do not play games with me. You understand?”

She sucks in a breath but doesn’t move.

“You have no idea what you're getting into, and if you keep trying to best me, you’ll find out soon enough that you won’t ever win.”

As much as I hate myself for pushing her this far, it’s worth it to have this time with her, knowing she’ll let me go as far as I allow myself to. Not only is it an ego stroke, but it twists something inside me, brings feelings to the surface I haven’t felt in a long time, if ever.

It’s a power move to leave her there on her back, her face and mouth covered in my cum and her pussy dripping from the remnants of her own orgasm. I force myself not to look back at her, to stand and give her my back, adjusting my spent dick in my pants and walking out of the room.

It hadn’t just been about winning, though. It’s one thing to be crystal clear with Empire and another to be clear with myself. Whatever I do with her isn’t really a game. It’s because I want her. I want her in a way that borders on obsession, and in all honesty, will probably damn me to hell if I’m not already destined to go.

I want her, but I won’t make this easy for her. It’s not who I am, not who I want to be.

My mind stays with her in that upstairs spare room as I make my way back down to the office and shut the door behind me.

The script is open on the desk, and I slowly flip it closed, staring at the title page.

Today’s adventure put Empire in her place, surely, but it also did the same for me. Trailing her upstairs might not have been the best idea, but I wasn’t about to let her run off and not teach her a lesson. She’d taken my breath away for several reasons during the scene.

How am I going to force myself to let her go?

How am I going to watch her act the scene out with another man while I remember how it feels to kiss her, the sound of her incoherent moans as I gag her mouth?

I’ve done the impossible before, I remind myself, sliding down into the swivel chair behind the desk. I’ll have to do it again. Only I’m looking at four years of guiding her and trying to keep my hands to myself.

Past that point now, a small voice speaks up from the back of my head.

Way too far gone to go backward.

The only solution would be to have her sign the papers freeing us both from the terms of the will, and I’m not about to do that. I’d rather suffer. I’d rather torture myself with her nearness.

NINETEEN

Istay silent on the floor of the guest room until my breathing is back under control and feeling returns to my lower half. I still have Marcus’ cum on my face and some in my hair. The area between my legs throbs, and I still feel the push of his dick inside my mouth, at the back of my throat.

I’m not sure what just happened, but I’m reeling.

He pushed me to the edge…to prove a point?

To remind me of this game between us and how I can’t win?

Slowly, I push myself up, glancing around for my shorts and finding them halfway toward the opposite wall. I’m only about a foot away from the closet. What an asshole. A giant, bonafide asshole—

And I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

I crawl over to grab my shorts and tug them up over my legs, my underwear a few inches away. Tucking the thong into my pocket, I head down the hallway on shaky legs and down to my bathroom, head lifted proudly. But Marcus isn’t around to see me.

No doubt he’s already sequestered himself away so he doesn’t have to look at me again.

For the longest time, I stare at the hallway leading away from the living room toward Dad’s old office. Nothing but silence greets me.

Four days go by where we dance around each other in the house, but this time, I know better than to push him again. Maybe it’s not a game I can win. And with filming due to start within the week, there are other things for me to do than worry about outsmarting him. Or trying to win.

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