Page 17 of His to Possess
“Roth,” I say, mouth filling with bitterness as I say the name.
Another pause of her fingers. Jane is no stranger to Aden Roth. But she doesn’t comment.
“One more thing.” I slide the phone across the smooth mahogany surface of my desk. “I need everything you can get off this phone.”
If she has any qualms about the ethics or legality of my request, she doesn’t voice them. Jane isn’t one to get too squeamish. “It might take some time to gather everything,” she begins, but I hold up a hand.
“Three days. And I need the phone back first thing tomorrow morning.”
She scowls at me for a long moment, perhaps wondering how serious I am. Finally she shakes her head. “Fine.”
“Wonderful.” She stands and I gesture to the door. “I trust you can see yourself out.”
She nods. “I’ll be sure to keep it down in the hallway,” she says pointedly, eyes flashing with mischief I don’t often see from her outside the walls of Club Wyld. Just as I thought—she knows exactly who I have sleeping in my guest room. I wave her off and she exits the office. The chime on my phone a few moments later alerts me that she’s back on the elevator. By that point, I’m already several lines into an email to my lawyer. I’m going to need all the help I can get for the next few days.
Once I’m finished with that, I stretch my legs in front of me, trying to get comfortable, to ease some of the tension I’ve been feeling since I saw Lilah on stage. I finish my drink, again turning my attention to the glittering city below. I should get some rest. It was already going to be a busy week with work before Lilah and all her problems landed in my lap. I need to be on my game for whatever might come. But still I sit there in my office, reluctant to head back into that hall.
Scared, I think to myself, shaking my head. Since when in the bloody hell am I scared of anything, let alone a tiny, twenty-two-year-old woman?
Making up my mind to stop being ridiculous, I stand, throwing back the rest of the Scotch before leaving the room. I even manage to walk past her door without stopping to listen for any sounds within. As if that’s something to be proud of.
Knowing there’s no way I’m going to sleep when I’m this tense, I decide to shower before bed. My shower is amazing, the best part of my penthouse as far as I’m concerned. It’s impossible not to relax under eight different shower heads, including multiple massaging jets customized perfectly for my height and stature.
I close my eyes as the hot water begins to hit my rigid muscles.That’s better,I think, rolling my tense shoulders. Just what I needed.
But it only takes about twenty seconds for my thoughts to drift to the woman in my penthouse. And thinking of Lilah while I’m naked and feeling the amazing sensory experience of all this water is a mistake. My cock starts to harden almost immediately. Lilah is feet away, wearing my clothes, sleeping in my home, under my protection. That possessiveness kicks in again, and with it, my cock jumps. Having her here makes her feel like mine.
Why does that get me so hot?
Oh, what the hell.I grip my aching dick. I’ve been fighting this feeling for hours and it isn’t going away. It’s not like she’ll ever know I did this, right? It won’t hurt her in any way.
Feeling like a sick asshole, I close my eyes and let my mind wander to the way she’d looked up on that stage. The gauzy pink nightie, so innocent yet so naughty at the same time. The swell of her tits straining the soft fabric. The shadow of stiff nipples just barely visible. All that chestnut hair tumbling around her shoulders.
I groan softly as I begin to pump my dick. It feels so damn good, every sensation heightened because I have her on my mind. So sweet and innocent. Untouched. That thought sends a surge of lust through me and I groan again, louder this time, as my hips start thrusting into my hand.
It shouldn’t turn me on so much, the idea of being her first. It’s an antiquated, ridiculous notion. The focus on a woman’s virginity is blatantly misogynistic. Society puts way more emphasis on a woman’s so-called purity than they do a man’s. Not to mention the physical proof of virginity can easily be lost long before a girl becomes sexually active. A sex positive person shouldn’t give a shit if their partner has a hymen. None of it should matter.
Iknowall of that. But knowing it doesn’t do a damn thing to soften the insane possessive lust surging through me. The thought of being the first man to touch her, to feel her, to be inside her…fuck, nothing has ever made me this hard. I’m supposed to be a modern, educated man with more than my fair share of varied, outside the norm sexual history. But there’s something about Lilah that blows all of my poise and education and experience straight out the window and turns me into a primal caveman beast who wants nothing more than to claim her for everyone to see.
Everyone to see…that’s what I could have had tonight. She’d been willing, back at the club. Had asked me to do it. Asked me to fuck her in front of each and every one of the assholes in that building, show them all that she’s mine. And damn if the thought of that doesn’t make my knees weak with lust.
I smack a hand to the cool marble wall and lean my forehead against the tile as I continue to jerk my dick harder and harder. I’m going to come soon, and I’m going to do it with images of Lilah splayed in front of me on my mind. Her legs spread wide, pretty pussy on display. She’s probably so sweet. So sweet and tight as fuck. I want her. I want to make her come, want to feel her lips wrapped around my dick. Want to spank her ass red for daring to try to give away what should belong to me. I want her tied to my bed, helpless.
Mine.
It’s not until the pressure explodes from my cock and I start to come that I realize I’m chanting her name softly. It feels so damn good and I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard or so much in my life.
I’m just starting to come down when I hear it—a soft thud from behind me followed by the tiniest gasp. It’s a miracle I hear anything over the pounding water and the even louder pounding of my heart. I turn automatically to the noise and my breath catches all over again when I see her standing there, eyes huge in her face, gaping at me. She’s here, only inches away. She saw me. Maybe heard me. Does she know she was what I was thinking about? Could she make out the whisper of her name over the water?
I should be angry at the invasion of privacy but instead a fresh surge of lust goes through me, yet another rope of cum erupting onto the glass shower door. I hold her gaze the entire time, wanting her to see what she does to me. I’m too crazed by wanting her to think about the consequences of this. All I know is that I want this woman like no one before. I groan out her name as I finish coming and smirk to myself as I watch those wide eyes dart down to my dick. “Like what you see?” I manage to gasp out, even though I’m finding it hard to even breathe right now.
She gives a little squeak—of lust or fear, I’m not sure, but it’s hot as fuck—and then spins and darts from the room. She leaves me standing there under the pounding water of the shower, my brain slowly starting to come back on line, wondering what the fuck just happened.
Lilah
Iwake up the next morning with a fuzzy head. The bright sun streaming into the room is hurting my eyes. Or maybe they hurt from a lack of sleep. I feel exhausted. Exhausted and more than a little confused. The sun doesn’t shine into my garden level temporary crash pad like this. And my pillow and comforter definitely aren’t this soft.
Then it all comes rushing back and I gasp, sitting up straight and looking around. I’m in Philip’s guest room. Because he brought me home after paying a million freaking dollars for my virginity. And then, when I couldn’t sleep, I’d snuck into his room to see if he was up only to hear the sound of the shower in his bathroom. I can’t tell you what possessed me to go into that room. Curiosity? Lust? Either way, my feet seemed to move of their own accord and before I knew it, I was standing in front of the shower, watching him jerk off.
