Page 354 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
When his hand reaches the tip of my cock, he squeezes lightly. “I want all of you tonight. You think you can do that for me?”
I swallow, my throat suddenly dry, and then I nod. “I can. I… I will.”
He kisses me then, his tongue sliding deep into my mouth. My mind goes blank, and I relax into the column, trusting him to get me to where I need to go.
I’m his. Just his.
“Just like that. Such a good boy, O.” Finally, he picks up the pace of his hand again. “But don’t forget to watch.”
I open my eyes, unsure of when I closed them. Elliot has the right strap of Wren’s dress pulled down and is sucking on her nipple while she writhes against him. God, it’s one hell of a sight, and it makes my body ache for more. But I don’t move—don’t beg.
Tonight, I’m Rhett’s, and there isn’t a single thing that would make me disobey him now.
Chapter three
Elliot
When I finally release Wren’s nipple, she’s panting and watching me with hooded eyes. I pull up the strap of her dress so she’s covered again before kissing her hard and deep.
My hands trail down her body, tracing over her thighs. The slit in her dress goes high, but not high enough for what I need. So I take the fabric in my hands and yank, the sound of the material ripping filling the room.
“Elliot!” Wren exclaims. “I like this dress.”
“I’ll buy you another one.” I’m already crouching, her panties halfway down her legs. I press a kiss to her thigh as I help her step out of them.
“Fuck,” Oliver mutters when he sees the dark red lace. “You wear those for me, princess?”
“Of course I did.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Rhett says, his hand possessively wrapping around Oliver’s throat. “He’s mine for the night.”
“Hey.” Oliver nuzzles Rhett’s neck. “I know. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Good,” Rhett growls.
“And you…” I stand, shove Wren’s panties into my pocket, and yank her into me. “Tonight, you’re all mine, love.”
My lips are on hers in a split second. Whatever irritation at me for ripping her dress dissolves. Wren leans into me, her hands gripping my suit jacket. When I slide my tongue against hers, she melts and pulls me closer.
“Need to be inside you.” My hands trail down Wren’s sides, and I bury my face in her neck, breathing deeply. “Need to fuck you, Wren.”
“Then do it,” she whispers, placing a soft kiss right below my ear. “Do it now, Ell.”
In one swift movement, I undo my pants and pull out my cock. Kissing her, I lift one of her legs and hook it around my hip. Reaching between us, Wren guides my dick into her. I don’t wait, slamming into her in one go. It rips a groan from me that’s so guttural, so full of relief, that Wren’s mouth drops open in surprise.
“Needed this.” I crush my mouth to hers, not caring that the kiss is sloppy. “Needed you.”
“Ell—ahhh.”Her eyes roll into the back of her head as I thrust into her again.
“Need more. Need you to…” I don’t finish, snaking my arms around the inside of her thighs and picking her up. Her legs are dangling over my arms, my body pressing hers into the column, my hands clutching at the veined marble.
“Elliot!”
As I move in and out of her, I watch her eyes go wide. This angle always does it for her. She loses all ability to think—and often to speak. So when her gaze turns hazy, her eyes unfocused, I only drive into her harder. The column takes some of her weight, making it a little bit easier on me, but I’m still holding most of it.
“You…” Her head falls back as she struggles to form words. “You’re gonna make me…”
“Just let it happen, love. I’m close, too.”
