Page 73 of Master of Fortune

“Oh, you’re going to be sorry.” He spun me around to face the city. “Hands on the edge of the balcony and don’t move them.”

“S-Simon…” My voice shook, revealing the uncertainty coursing through me.

“Remember when I told you I will do what I want, whenever I want, however I want?”

“Yes.”

“Well, this is one of those times.”

“What are you going to do?”

He wrapped my hair around one fist and then pushed his aroused body against my back, sandwiching me between him and the balcony half wall. “You will just have to find out.”

The ache deep in my core ignited into a racing fire as my breasts grew heavy and full.

He ran the stubble of his beard along the column of my throat, stopping at that spot that sent me to exquisite bliss. Instead of licking and sucking as I expected, he bypassed the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

I couldn’t help but whimper, flexing my fingers on the stone. “Simon.”

He lifted his piercing green gaze to mine, a slight curve to his lips telling me he’d wanted that very reaction.

Bastard.

He slid the palm of his free hand up my stomach, cupping my breast through the material of my teddy and then pinching my nipple in an almost too-painful hold, making me gasp.

A shiver slid down my spine, as my vaginal muscles quickened and spasmed.

“You love the edge of pain, don’t you, Goddess?” he asked as he moved to the other breast, giving it the same beautiful torture.

I closed my eyes, losing myself in the endorphins filling my system. “I didn’t know I did until you.”

“That’s right. This body belongs to me.” His palm glided down my torso until he reached the hem of silk that barely covered my thighs.

Reaching underneath, he grabbed the front of my thong, and before I could tell him to stop, with a hard jerk, he ripped it from my hips.

“Are you crazy? This set was expensive.”

“Ask me if I care.” He slid two fingers between the folds of my wet, swollen pussy lips, trapping my clit between his knuckles.

Oh God. My legs grew weak, knowing what was coming and finally figuring out his game.

He planned to torture me with sex.

“You see,” he continued as he gradually increased the pressure of the digits holding my clitoral nub hostage, “my woman didn’t give a shit what it could have cost her if that bastard got his hands on her.”

“Am I your woman?”

In the next second, I cried out as white-hot pleasure-filled pain shot into my system. My breath locked in my chest, and my legs gave out, leaving Simon’s body the only reason I stayed upright. When he finally released my pulsing bundle of nerves, I sighed in relief and almost begged him to do it again.

“Ask me that again.” The angry edge to his voice surprised me.

Knowing better than to do as he ordered, I asked, “Does this mean you’re my man?”

He thrust his two fingers deep into my soaked pussy and then spoke into my ear. “I’m the fucking darkness to your night.”

He pumped in and out of me, hitting all the right places inside me. My core contracted and flooded his hand.

“I’m the master of your future,” he continued.

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