Page 47 of House Rules
“Get out,” I yell, pointing at the door.
Her lips, puffy and red, close with a snap. As I watch, she gathers her dignity around her like a cloak, her expression shuttering into neutrality. As gracefully as if she were a queen, she rises to her feet and walks past me.
The door to her room opens and closes with a quiet snick of sound, and the tension in my shoulders—in my entire body—releases. I sag against the doorjamb, then straighten and close the door.
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take the risk that I’d lose on a technicality. She’s going to be mine…I just have to make sure I do it the right way in order to keep her once I have her.
I walk out onto the balcony, an extension each of our rooms have. The river glimmers under the sunlight, and the hot, balmy afternoon is suffocating, but I need it. Air.Release.She got me too close.
I take my cock in my hand and curl my fist around it, thinking about the way her mouth felt and howgood her pussy will feel the first time I sink inside of her. Then I think about the way she obeyed my demands so readily despite the little spark of defiance she couldn’t quite hide. Even with the contract binding her to us and forcing her hand, I can tell she’s a natural submissive. One that I won’t have to break in. I’ll barely have to train her.
I thought women like that were myths. But no, my little kitten already has the makings of a perfectly well-behaved little sub.
It isn’t until I come in my hand like a horny teenage boy, my other hand gripping the railing so tightly my knuckles are white, that I remember how I caught her in my room.
What the fuck was she doing? I sigh and move inside to clean up. I can’t believe I was so ensnared by her appeal that I had forgotten how I caught her red-handed.
She signed an ironclad NDA; she gave over her rights to her own body. What the fuck could she be looking for?
Well, whatever it was, she definitely had time to get a really good look at every inch of my room.
Fuck.
I am going to have to tell the others what happened, and I will never hear the end of it.
Or forgive myself for wanting her to stay.
15
Phoenix
I manageto hold it together long enough to exit Atticus’ suite and make it into my own. There, I close the door and sink back against it, closing my eyes in an effort to block everything out. My heart pounds a vicious tattoo in my ears, every part of me down to the very blood in my veins unable to fathom what just happened.
I did everything he told me to do. I thought I was doing a good job.
Tears sting at the back of my eyes, but they’re out of frustration more than anything else.
I want him.I was right there, on my knees in front of him—hot, wet, and so very ready…and he sent me away. Did I suck at giving head or something?
Suck.Haha. My unintentional pun has a huff of laughter slipping from my lips, and I shake my head. No…I don’t think it was a bad blowjob.
I don’t have a lot of experience, but I’ve been paying attention, and I’m pretty sure he was enjoying it. I don’t think he could have been any harder, and his fingers in my hair had signaled pleasure as they twisted and pulled.
God knows I was enjoying it. I was seconds from stopping and asking permission to touch myself, the only thing stopping me the indignity that I, a grown ass woman, had to ask for permission to my own body.
I didn’t want him to give me permission. I wanted Atticus to take control.
Something about crawling around on the ground for him, seeing that little gleam of approval in his eyes, made me feel…desired. Like I was exactly what he needed.
His good girl.Those words have never particularly held power for me, but on Atticus’ lips something altered. I wanted to be his good girl, and he praised me as such…but then…
I swallow back a sob. He just got so mad.
His anger doesn’t change the fact that my body remains incredibly turned on, though. Standing here against the door, I can feel the pulse between my legs. I need a release.
It has been weeks, and these insufferable men keep bringing me to the brink and then shutting me down. My core aches painfully, demanding…something.
And damn it…I’m going to take care of it. My hand slides across my thigh, my fingers gliding across bare skin. My breath quickens, and I keep my eyes screwed tight. Screw the contract; they’ll never know. I didn’t hear any of the others come upstairs, so they must still be down in the casino. I can go into my bedroom or my bathroom and ease some of this pressure before I freaking explode.
