Page 75 of Master of Fortune

I swallowed, knowing this road could only lead to heartache later but unable to do anything but accept what was happening to me.

I nodded. “For the rest of this year, we are together.”

Pushing down the pain my words ignited, I set a hand on his shoulder and rose up onto tiptoes, bringing my lips flush to his.

At first, he resisted, then something snapped. His mouth took over as he released my wrist and slid his palms up to the front of my teddy, grabbed hold of the material, and tore the delicate fabric down the front.

I gasped, breaking the kiss.

The almost violent, feral lust staring back at me should have scared me. Instead, it shot a spasm deep into my core and drove the unsatisfied ache to come even higher.

This man was too gorgeous for his own good and possessed this ability to bring out a side of me I’d never known existed.

He tossed my very expensive rag to the ground before grabbing hold of my waist again and walking me backward until my ass pressed against the half wall balcony of my terrace.

“Turn around. I’m going to fuck you while the city watches.” The seriousness of his gaze told me he wasn’t joking.

Holy fuck. We were really going to do this.

Yes, he’d just finger-fucked me to frustration hell and back, but the half wall covered the lower part of my body. And only the people who lived at a higher level in the tower across from mine could chance seeing Simon’s hand between my legs.

With me naked and Simon behind me, no one could doubt what activities were taking place on this balcony.

And for some crazy reason, this whole idea aroused the hell out of me.

“Goddess, I gave you an order.”

Goosebumps prickled my skin, and my breath came out in unsteady pants.

God, I loved when his voice went all gravelly like that.

I followed his instructions, wrapping my fingers around the edge of the concrete half wall.

When he stepped up behind me, I felt him fully clothed, and a nudge of disappointment settled on my shoulders. I loved the feel of him, skin to skin, and he knew it.

“Simon?” I questioned through ragged breaths.

“All you get is my cock. You hold back, I hold back.”

Well, shit. He was still mad.

I heard the sound of his zipper lowering and then the steel length of his thick cock nestled along the hollow of my back.

He kicked my feet slightly apart and then slid the smooth, bulbous head of his shaft along the slick lips of my pussy. He rubbed back and forth, making sure to nudge my oversensitized clit with each pass.

I closed my eyes, reveling in the hypnotic torment.

Then, all of a sudden, he slammed into me.

“Oh God. Simon,” I called, completely sandwiched between him and the wall.

The abrasiveness of his zipper on my ass with the feel of his thick, hard length deep in me was a heady combination of both pleasure and pain.

He wanted me to feel the discomfort, the knowledge there was a barrier between us.

The hurt I’d seen in his eyes earlier flashed in my mind, making me realize something. This whole thing was about trust.

He’d said those words, and now it had finally sunk in. He wanted my full trust.

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