Page 67 of Master of Fortune

“Simon.”

“Is that what you believe or what you want to believe?” He pulled out to the tip and drove back in.

I arched up into him, needing the friction of each thrust of his pelvis. “Does it matter? We want different things.”

“Do we?”

He fucked me hard, not letting up his pace. Something shifted between us, something I couldn’t let matter.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered, making me realize I’d tried to block out everything but the sensations coursing inside my body.

We held each other’s gazes as he pistoned in and out of me, his breath unsteady, face flushed, pupils so dilated they looked black. The pain of the bars digging into my back was a wicked pleasure I couldn’t understand why I enjoyed so much. Every thrust and shift of his hips hit spots only he’d ever known and drove my need higher.

“Please,” I begged. “I need.”

“That’s right. Beg for it.”

I writhed, thrashing and jerking my bound arms. “Please, Simon, let me come.”

Pressing my heels into his ass, I tried to pull him closer to give me the extra friction I needed to go over.

He released one of my hips, gliding his palm up the side of my body until he fisted my hair and tugged my head back.

“Is this what you want?” He rolled his hips in the exact way I needed.

My vaginal walls quivered and contracted. “Yes, harder. You know I need it harder.”

“If I fuck you the way you want, your family is going to hear you.” He brought his mouth to mine, nipping my lower lip as his thrusts grew harder. “Hear me fucking you. Hear you begging for it. They’re going to know you’re not the innocent they think you are. They’re going to know I corrupted you. They’re going to know your pussy curves to my cock. Then you won’t have a choice.”

I gasped as my pussy clamped down on his thick shaft. “Stop saying shit like that and just fuck me. I’m not the woman you want to marry. That role belongs to someone like that bitch Camilla.”

“I get to decide who the role belongs to, not you.” His pounding grew brutal and brought me higher and higher toward the peak I was so desperate to go over. “Your future is in my hands.”

“We both know I’d make a terrible wife. I don’t fit the mold. I’ll give you too much trouble. Besides, you promised.”

His green eyes bore into mine for a split second, and he nodded and then muttered, “You could always take the promise back.”

That was when he hit the bundle of nerves deep inside me, and I detonated. Simon’s mouth covered mine, muffling my cry. My pussy quivered and contracted around his cock, ecstasy washing through every part of my body.

He continued to fuck into me. His hold in my hair a tight vise grip, while the fingers of his other hand dug into my hips and ass. His breath grew ragged, and he grew thicker and harder. Seconds later, he exploded, gritting his teeth with my name on his lips.

17

Simon

“We need to have a chat, Drakos,”were the first words I heard as I entered the Ida Resort and Casino.

Hagen Lykaios stood before me, a scowl on his face that told me he either wanted to beat the shit out of me or kill me.

Which one? I wasn’t sure.

The fucking last thing I wanted to do was have another complication stand between me and Nyx. Since I’d returned from Greece, every time I turned around, the universe kept finding some obstacle or another to throw in my way to make sure I spent as little time as possible with her.

First, it was more trouble with suppliers for my ship build-outs, then it was continuous weeding of the shits trying to undermine my business.

All I wanted was a fucking break.

Now here was her overprotective cousin to give me some lecture.

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