Page 85 of These Family Ties

The scent of coffee, and something fresh, clings to him. Why did everything about him appeal to me? He was family. Surely, I should be disgusted with myself? Shouldn’t a small part of my brain be screaming in protest? Instead, I lean even closer.

“And it’s only been three. What do you want?”

“Exactly, three days since we signed that agreement, and I haven’t seen you once.” His bottom lip sticks out ever so slightly. Was he…was he pouting? “That's unacceptable.”

He can’t have actually missed me. It must be a power play. I inhale sharply when I feel a warm hand land on my thigh and squeeze.

“I hope you don’t think you’re going to get away with only meeting me a handful of times over the next twenty-seven days, Delphine.”

That had been exactly what I was thinking. A handful of encounters, not enough to lose myself any further and then West would no longer be a threat to my life. I don’t need to turn my head to know that he’s staring at me. I can feel his gaze on me, like I’m an insect under his microscope.

My mouth goes dry as I try to find my words. Coughing awkwardly, I ignore the curious glances from my staff. “We never agreed on a number.”

He turns his head slightly, so that his lips are brushing against my ear as he growls, “Every fucking day Delphine.”

Shifting back away from me, I know he’s staring at the blush spreading across my cheeks and trailing down my neck. Clenching my thighs together, I try not to squirm as my skirt rides up.

The gentle squeeze on my leg turns painful as fingers bite into my skin. “Send everyone away. Now.”

Blinking, I send him a curious glance. He can’t be serious? The grim set of his mouth and the way his jaw clenches tell me he is.

“Clear the room.” Swallowing anxiously, I wave my hand dismissively when the presenter pauses. “There are some urgent matters I need to discuss in private. We’ll reconvene later.”

Getting to my feet, I offer the team an apologetic smile as I hold open the door for them and they file out with perplexed expressions and hushed whispers.

“Are you happy now?” Locking the door, I glance back over my shoulder at him. He’s standing now, with his arms crossed as he stares at me, like he’s trying to imprint my face on his brain or memorize every little wrinkle and freckle.

For good measure I press the button to turn the glass windows from clear to frosted, affording us a little more privacy although there was no doubt the entire floor would be gossiping about this by lunchtime.

“Come here,” he commands, his stern voice sending a shiver down my spine as I approach. “I’ve waited patiently for you, for three days and all I got was silence.”

He gently places my palms down on the table in front of us, before nudging my feet slightly further apart with his foot. A hand wraps around my waist as he curves himself around so that his body is flush with mine. Teeth sink into the fleshy part of my ear, drawing a low groan from my lips.

“That won’t do.” His words brush against the shell of my ear as he pushes my skirt up above my hips, and my underwear down until they’re around my ankles.

What’s he going to do to me? What was he planning? I was usually the one in control, making the decisions and giving the instructions. This was new to me.

Mutually assured destruction—was that what kept me pinned in place?

Yes, Weston could expose this little agreement between us, but in doing so he put his own businesses and reputation at risk. I wasn’t fucking myself, now, was I? It meant there was a certain degree of trust between us, even if it was fragile.

“You may dominate me at the club, Delphine, but outside of it I won’t always bow down to you.” Grabbing a handful of my ass he squeezes roughly, making me yelp before he pulls away and his hand smacks down on my ass. A sharp pain blooms on my skin, but I hold my position, like I’m rooted to the floor. Crack. I suck in a ragged breath. Crack. “Relationships are about give and take.”

What? Relationship? Were we in a relationship?

No. We were having relations. That was an entirely different thing. My eyes sting as the pain morphs into something more. It’s like there’s a knot in my chest, and with every spank, every slap of his hand against my sensitive skin, it loosens. I was coming undone. Untethered from everything I know.

“I gave you what you wanted,” he grunts as the sounds of zipper filters through the haze. He presses the tip of his thick cock against me and slowly begins pushing inside with no preparation. “Now you’re going to take it. Take. Every. Inch. Of. Me.”

The burn of him stretching me makes my eyes flutter shut and I throw my head back with a low whine.

“West,” I whimper, impaled on his enormous cock.

“Shhhh, baby. This one's just for me.” He strokes my hair, trying to soothe his harsh invasion as he plants soft, delicate kisses on my neck and jaw. “I’ll take care of you later, but right now, you need to learn a lesson.”

He pulls out until only the tip is still inside me. Wrapping his hand around my throat, he cuts off my air and slams into me. There’s nothing slow or seductive about the way he pounds into me. It’s like he thinks if he slams us together hard enough, we’ll become one.

West limits my oxygen with each thrust, only letting me suck in small mouthfuls of air when he pulls out, before driving into me all over again. And again. And again. And again, until I’m grabbing onto the arm around my waist to steady myself.

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