Page 40 of Wreckin' Amethyst

“Stop talking,” I plead, covering my face with my hands. He’s there in an instant, his weight leaning over my hip to grab my wrists and pin them either side of my head. There’s no hiding where Myles is concerned. No character I can portray which he won’t seek to break.

All he wants is you, the real you,a voice fleets through my mind. I can’t take his gaze anymore, can’t risk revealing anything I’ve spent years hiding. Shifting my legs, I turn myself onto my front, his hold on my wrists causing them to criss-cross. My feet, aided by the high heels, find the floor, giving me the perfect height advantage. Those damn trousers around my thighs continue to keep my legs tightly bound, but I can’t deny how incredible Myles feels, adjusting his stance and jerking back in from behind.

It only takes two formidable thrusts to cause my undoing. A fierce orgasm slams into me, consuming my body with tremors of electricity. It continues to roll from the flush on my cheeks to the tingling in my legs, and Myles doesn’t give any reprieve. He plows into me like a man possessed, a beast who’s insatiable.

“Fuck Fiery,” he moans by my ear, although I’m not sure how I heard it. My cries echo around the empty library, somehow filling the vast space around us to feel claustrophobic. His hands shift to my ass, spreading me wide against his assault. Fingers toy with my pussy as his cock slams in fast, drags out slow, and I can’t contain the continuous climax. It pulses around him, squeezing him to the point of no-entry, but Myles manages. There’s no denying him now.

Riding the waves on prolonged mewls, a heavy weight follows, the length of Myles’ body pressing along my back a soothing comfort to the thick cock nestled inside me. This probably isn’t the activity intended for the table creaking beneath our weight, rocking on its slender legs. I stretch for the far end, looking to anchor myself. To steady the flutters worming from my cunt to my chest, expanding faster than Myles can thrust into me. Not that he doesn’t give it a good go. Crying out, I beg for him to finish me. To ruin me.

“There’s no version of this where I don’t get to watch you fall apart,” Myles pulls out so suddenly, I gasp. Dragging the trousers down the length of my legs, he makes quick work of tugging the heels free and discarding them all. I remain still, frantically grappling for my perfected self-control. A sharp smack on my ass reverberates around the room, the sting blossoming with warmth.

Stripping himself, Myles whips me around, fully pressed against his sculpted body. He doesn’t attempt to kiss me, maintaining eye contact as he lowers us to the floor, lifting my waist to sit me atop of him. I’m left with nowhere to hide, my hands splayed across his chest.

“Ride me,” he orders when I stall too long. Gripping the erection jerking insistently against my ass, I guide him to my entrance and sink down with excruciating slowness.

“What did you say about payback?” I tilt my head cockily, as if I could deny either of us now. Violet hair strokes his abs, which Myles quickly wraps around his hand and tugs downward, hard. Leaning forward as if to kiss me, Myles diverts at the last moment, freeing my breasts of the lace bra. It’s been driving my pebbled nipples crazy, and Myles provides an instant balm.

Cool breath fans my nipples before he takes one into his mouth. Tongue flicking, sucking gently before biting hard, he draws me towards another impending orgasm and then pulls back. Tethered in limbo, seated on the precipice. I can’t draw a full breath, lifting my ass and slamming back down, rolling my hips and repeating. I need him closer, deeper. Anything to drive me over the edge of this cliff and drown in the stars bursting behind my eyes.

“Myles, please,” I beg. Fuckingbeg, like I never have before. I just need to make noise. Say anything to get the words out of my head.

“What do you want Fiery?” Myles chuckles, moving onto my other nipple. He doesn’t stay there long, returning to my face. But he doesn’t kiss me, merely watches. Or rather - stares. Every contorted movement of my features, every plea of my eyes. Memorizing each strangled sound I can’t contain. Myles absorbs it all. He’s relishing this.

“I want you-” I don’t get to finish my sentence. I can’t pretend I had an ending in mind – probably similar to wanting him to go to hell, but it doesn’t matter now. Grabbing my waist, Myles holds me an inch over his body and slams up into me. Driving his cock to the hilt, he holds me in place. Fucks me into nothingness. A void where nothing but the building and burning within my core exists. Riding the waves he takes me on, I slam my hands onto his chest to be released from his hold. What’s about to happen to me will rewrite every climax I’ve had before, and I’ll be damned if I’m not a part of it.

Following Myles’ quickened rhythm, I fall into meeting him halfway. Bouncing my ass in time, taking him thrust-for-thrust. Where Myles ends and I begin becomes irrelevant. All that matters is what’s about to happen. We move in unison, becoming one beneath the bright lighting. Lost to a world of possibilities and passion. Myles regards me with such interest, such allure, I can’t look away. His blond hair blends around us like a curtain, those endless amber eyes devouring my entire being.

“Come for me Amethyst.”

And I do. I break for Myles as if his words control me. Shattering around his cock, never to be fully put back together again. The room fades away as I float from my body, the sounds leaving my throat foreign to my own ears. A few more hard thrusts and Myles swells, cursing and praising beside my ear. Hands find mine, our fingers becoming interlinked. Our panting is silenced by a hungry, desperate kiss, wanting to prolong the moment. Drag out the way our tongues skate over each other’s, how our lips crash and nibble.

Rushed nut sesh, my ass. This was something more. So much more.

Chapter 27

Wearriveatthemanor just before sunset. Swamped in my jacket and nothing underneath, Amethyst presses into my side, her hair still damp. Nothing could sway her to leave the rooftop pool, especially when she discovered the outcropped base was transparent and visible by multiple levels below. A lesser man would have been furious that she swam naked back and forth until business closing, but not me. Let the world see how incredible she is, when I know she’s staying in my bed from now on. It’s not been pre-discussed, but I’ve decided. We’ve come so far, there won’t be any slamming on the breaks.

“Go dress,” I encourage her with a warm smile as we enter the front doors. Those purple eyes are blinking up at me again, her contacts back in place. I’m not complaining. Knowing I’ve had the privilege to see what no one else has fills me with a sense of profound satisfaction. What’s underneath, fuck, I can’t even begin to fathom.

“I want the entire household to have dinner together within the hour,” I speak loudly enough so the Elites will overhear. They’re never far enough away not to eavesdrop. Kissing Amethyst on the forehead, she obeys my instruction almost too easily, and I make sure to repeat it to the guys. Owen is last in, having returned in time to catch a ride home.

“Do I get a kiss too?” he jests, bumping my shoulder. Both Sebby and Carter look back from further within the lobby, genuinely curious.

“I don’t think I can afford you,” I raise a brow back at Owen. He smirks so wide, his dimples pop out.

“Damn straight.” Leaving me to my own devices, I make a beeline for the downstairs office. Usually, Carter is the only one who uses it, but Ami was only too happy to trade me the door code for a slice of toffee cheesecake. Permitting myself entry, I drop down behind the computer, glad Carter uses the same passwords as he does on the work computers. Locating the file with my own name on it, I’m deep diving into contracts when the door swings open.

“Myles,” Carter stops mid-step. “What…are you doing here?”

“I live here Carter,” I reply sarcastically.

“I mean, what are you doing here in my-” he catches himself, “the office?” Tugging on the cuffs of his shirt, he tries to relax. Rolling his shoulders, stretching his neck. It doesn’t work, the rigidness too deeply embedded.

“I just need to check something before dinner.” Returning to the screen, I scan signed contracts I’m only seeing for the first time. It’s my fault. I’ve never taken an interest before, but something changed within me today. Staring into Ami’s eyes, in the throes of great sex, I realized how much of a hypocrite I’ve been. She’s the con woman playing a role, but I’m the billionaire who’s been hiding behind a charade.

“Anything I can help you with?” Carter asks, nervously edging around the room to peer at the screen. I minimize the window before he can see what I’m doing.

“I’ll manage,” I spin in the leather chair, facing him straight on. “It’s time I took back control of my life, I reckon. I’ve become too complacent letting you sort everything, but that’s not realistic. At some point, I need to stand on my own. Unless, there’s something you’re hiding from me?” I challenge him. Carter doesn’t react, and that’s as much a guilty omission if I ever saw one. My best friend, the boy I grew up with, somehow became this hardened shell of a man. All precise hair lines, daily clean-cut shaves, hollow green eyes and aggressively pressed suits. And I was too complacent to stop it. I encouraged it, in fact, with my own laziness.

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