Page 56 of Hide and Seek
I come apart, my pussy violently spasming around his thick cock, and as the intensity overwhelms me, he takes my hip to keep me moving, not allowing me to give up just yet. I ride out every second of it, and as his fingers keep tormenting my clit with his wicked pleasure, my high intensifies, pulsing through me.
I clench my eyes as I lose control of my body, every last inch of me either spasming or convulsing, my pussy gripping his cock as though it will never let go. “Squeeze me, kitten. Fucking squeeze me.”
His tone is raw and desperate, and as I keep rocking my hips, grinding and bouncing over him, he finally falls apart, coming hard as he grips my hips and shoots hot spurts of cum deep inside my greedy cunt.
His hips thrust beneath me, taking me deeper as he empties himself, and as I come down from my high, my body goes limp, barely able to hold myself up against his knees.
He pulls me against him, leaning me back against his massive chest as I take a moment to catch my breath, and as I do, his fingers lazily roll over my sensitive clit. “What a hungry little devil you are,” he murmurs in my ear. “You love riding my cock, don’t you?”
His words send shivers sailing down my spine as I bite down on my bottom lip. Did I love riding his cock? Every fucking second of it. So what the hell is wrong with me?
I nod, not really knowing how to respond to this man that doesn’t somehow break the rules of his deadly, twisted game, and I hear his soft laugh in my ear. “I’ll be coming back for more, my sweet kitten. Now that I know how tight your cunt can squeeze me, I won’t be letting you out of my sight.”
And with that, he lifts me off him and places me down in the booth beside him before getting to his feet. He turns to face me, that penetrating stare holding mine as he fixes his pants, and the way he watches me is almost like a challenge, daring me to try and make a break for it, but I won’t dare break the rules.
If I run, I die.And to be honest, I’m not sure I’m done playing his wicked little game either. He’s only just getting started, and I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me next.
The music pumps around us, people laughing and squealing as they have the time of their lives, completely unaware of the world-shattering orgasm I just had in this booth.
He holds my stare just a moment longer when I hear Izzy rushing in. “Harper’s Bazaar!” she squeals, stealing my attention away. “Here you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
Izzy crashes down beside me, barely taking notice of the terrifying man she just pushed past, and when I flick my gazeback up to meet his, he’s gone, not even a shadow of him left behind.
20
KNIGHT
Elias gazes at me with an uneasy stare as he lifts his glass of whiskey to his lips, sitting back in his ridiculous armchair, fitting right into the billionaire lifestyle. It suits him. Well, at first when he was still grateful for his achievements and success. Now he’s just arrogant, but he puts on one hell of a show being the powerful businessman by day and doting husband by night.
Truth be told, he’s a piece of shit, and it took me a really long time to figure it out, but now that I see it, it’s impossible to ignore. It’s mostly the reason why I keep my distance. That and his gold-digging wife. Fuck, she’s a punishment. I get why he keeps her around. She’s not bad on the eyes. She looks just like an older, pearl-clutching version of Harper, but . . . so much less. Plus, from what Elias says, she goes off in the sheets, not that I particularly want to know about that.
He’s a good twelve years older than me and was raised by our father to be cold and callous, just as he was. On the otherhand, I was an accident that my father had no interest in. I was seen as weak and not worthy of his time. After all, he was too busy turning Elias into his clone. But I preferred it that way. I was raised in the same household, but I only had my mother’s affection. She was sweet and loving, and she only ever thought about what was best for me.
The day my father came home and blindsided Mom with a divorce and his new nineteen-year-old fiancée, was nothing short of a blessing. Mom and I took off and started our own life together while Elias was stuck under his thumb. The only time I ever saw my father after that day was at his funeral, and the only reason I went was to make sure the old bastard was actually dead. And now Elias is a carbon copy of our old man.
He’s forty-eight and on his third marriage, each of which have fallen apart due to him cheating with younger women, and when I say younger, I mean barely legal. Which is also why I don’t care to get to know Mae.
Sooner or later, she’ll be kicked aside and left begging for scraps due to the ironclad prenup Elias shoved down her throat. Though I’m sure Mae thinks she can get herself knocked up and give him an heir to his throne in order to claim a chunk of his billions for herself. It won’t work though. Elias has the best lawyers money can buy. Whatever he says goes, and if he wants Mae to scrounge for pennies the rest of her life, then that’s exactly what she’ll get. It’s in her best interest to play his game, and she better hope that he doesn’t tire of her. Though I have to give credit where it’s due. Considering they’ve already been married five years, she must be doing something right. But sooner or later, something is bound to break.
Elias finishes what’s left of his whiskey, and as he stands from his armchair and strides across the room for a refill, he looks back at me. “You free next weekend?” he asks. “Mae wants to organize a family dinner.”
I scoff. “Right. Because the last one went so well.”
Elias rolls his eyes, probably just as irritated by Mae’s pathetic performance as Harper was, though there’s no denying that he does a much better job at hiding his disdain. “This will be family only. I think it’s Mae’s attempt to smooth things over with her daughter.”
My brow arches. “And she thinks having dinner is the way to do that?”
I shake my head. It’s crystal fucking clear that Mae doesn’t know shit about her daughter. If she wanted to smooth it over, she should apologize and leave her the fuck alone.
Elias refills his whiskey and immediately lifts the glass to his lips, having another long drink. “Apparently,” he says with a scoff, his well-structured facade beginning to slip. “If I had it my way, I’d be down there knocking on Harper’s door and teaching that girl a lesson myself.”
The fuck?
I keep quiet, watching him, waiting for whatever comes out of his mouth next. “Making a scene like that in front of my guests. Some of them were colleagues worth billions, and that girl had the audacity to act like a teenage brat.”
I lift my glass to my lips to hide the scoff that tears from the back of my throat. After all, teenage brats are his favorite. “You don’t think things would have gone differently had Mae not provoked her?”
“Please,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Mae can be a daft bitch at times, but it’s not as though she said anything Harper hadn’t heard before. Besides, what’s a little criticism between family? If her mother can’t give an honest opinion, then who the fuck can?”
