Page 21 of Bourbon Wishes
"Oh my god," she whispers, staring at me in shock. "Are you serious?"
"Yep." It's not something I'm ashamed of, but it's not something I spend a lot of time talking about, either. I've lived here my entire life. Everyone knows my family. They knowthe kind of money we make. Most of the women who showed interest in me were more drawn to the vineyard and financial stability than to me. And no one wants to be an item on someone's bucket list or their meal ticket. So I spent my time focused on the vineyard instead.
Constance is different, though. She doesn't give a fuck about money or influence. She's as likely to tell me to stick it up my ass as she is to let me spoil her. She isn't here because she wants something from me. She just wants me. And that? That's intriguing as hell. I know I'm a pain in the ass. Iknowshe could have any man she wants. I'm not the catch here. She is. But she's still here with me right now, squirming all over my cock.
Frankly, I'm fifty feet tall and bulletproof right now.
"You should have told me," she whispers.
I grunt in response, lifting her off my cock and then dropping her again. "I just did. Now, shut up and come on my cock like a good little employee."
Her eyes flash dark, her hand tightening around my tie. "Be a good boss and make me."
Challenge fucking accepted.
I rise to my feet, laying her back out on the island again. Her thighs hitch around my waist as I lean over her, yanking her ass to the edge. She gasps and moans as I tug the top of her dress down so her perfect breasts spill out, her nipples high and tight.
My lips close around one as I pump into her, fucking her like my life depends on it. At this point, I'm pretty sure it does. If she's not coming on me in the next two minutes, I'm going to die.
She moans, the sweet sound of my name echoing around the kitchen as I pound into her. I try like hell to go slow, but there is no such thing when she's beneath me, rocking her hips and babbling my name. I fuck her like a beast, slamming into her so hard she inches across the island with every thrust.
"More," she gasps.
I rake my teeth across her nipple, biting down. One hand slips between our bodies, playing with her clit while I fuck her, my balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust.
"Christ, I want to imprint my dick in this pretty little thing, Constance," I groan against her skin. "You'll never want anyone but me by the time I'm finished. I'll be your fuck toy from now on. Whenever you need to get off, you'll climb up on my lap and use my cock like it's your own personal vibrator."
She chokes on my name…and then chokes again when I wrap my hand around her throat, pinning her in place. I don't squeeze, merely hold her there, my eyes locked on hers.
"Fucking come before I flip you over and turn your ass red," I growl.
Her pussy clamps around my cock, and I realize just how much she loves being told what to do like this. She loves it filthy. Constance Maverick is a dirty, dirty girl. And she's all fucking mine.
I fuck into her again and again, ruthlessly driving her to the edge with my thumb on her clit and my hand around her throat. I don't give her the chance to fight it or resist. I make her submit, forcing her to give me what I want…precisely the way she wants.
She shatters with a silent scream, her mouth open wide, her cheeks flushed red, and her cunt squeezing my cock so fucking hard it's painful perfection.
I roar her name, slamming into her again and then again as she sends me careening over the edge with her. Seed shoots up my shaft, spilling into her in heavy pulses. There's so much of it that it dribbles out, dripping down her thighs.
I scoop it up with my fingers, rubbing it into her pussy, coating her in it.
She watches me with wide eyes, moaning, quivering. The perfect little lamb.
She only grows more perfect when she puts her arms around me, pulling me down to her with a sweet sigh. I wrap myself around her, cradling her in my arms with my heart pounding and her name on my lips, reeling with the realization that I may have her body…but I don't have her heart.
Yet.
Iwake up beforedawn to Constance having an existential crisis beside me. She's muttering to herself as she tries to ease out of my bed, as if she's thinking of slipping away into the night.
I wrap my arm around her waist, hauling her across the plush surface to me.
"Bastian!" she gasps, flipping around so fast she knees me in the thigh.
"Jesus Christ," I grunt, hauling her halfway underneath me to keep her still. "Settle down, Constance."
"Stop manhandling me." She jabs me in the ribs with one perfectly manicured nail. "And let me up. I have to go. I have to write my resignation before work."
"What the fuck?" I peel both eyes open, fully awake now. "You aren't fucking quitting."
