She is the most peaceful sleeper I have ever encountered. It’s as if she’s dead. If it weren’t for her chest rising, I would think she was dead. Not once does she drop that phone from her hand. I brush her hair from her face, pleased by the length of it freely cascading over the pillow.
“It’s kind of creepy to have you staring at me,” she says, still not opening her eyes.
“Tell me something about you and your brother.”
She turns to face me, our lips so close that I don’t have to lean in very far to taste them.
“Why would you want to know anything? You’re just here to fuck me.”
“Which I didn’t get to do. So entertain me,” I say, my hand stroking through her shining red hair.
“Hmm.” She considers me. “When I was six, our first foster father tried to touch me,” she says, her eyes locked on my face to see my reaction. I keep stroking her hair. “By that time, Alek didn’t like to be touched, but when he walked in to see our foster father trying to get in my bed… Well, let’s just say that’s when Alek changed.
“He ran at him. We were so small, so the man thought nothing of it, but Alek ran, and when he got close enough, the man put a hand out. Alek kicked him between the legs, making his hand drop to clutch his cock. Then Alek got closer and dug his fingers into his eye sockets.” She smiles at the memory.
“I’m a minute older than him, but somehow he always protected me until I could do it myself. When I was a teenager we returned to the man’s home and I finished what the six-year-old version of me couldn’t do.”
My hand pauses mid-stroke, furious that I wasn’t around back then to protect her. Although I despise the hell her brother’s putting her through now, I’m grateful he looked after her up until this point. Until she was rightfully in my arms.
“Sounds like you two had a very special bond,” I say.
She pulls back at my words. “Not had. We still do.”
“I didn’t mean…” She shakes her head and goes to pull away again.
“You should leave. This”—she waves between us—“is nothing more than great sex. Thanks for the gifts. Go home and see your mother.”
I sigh, exasperated by how closely she clings to her sentiment. That it’s so hard for her to be honest with me because she’s used to years of engrained self-preservation. Sometimes I replace it cute. Other times, it’s annoying as hell.
“Will you come and meet her?”
“That’s a no. Why would I want to meet your mother? That’s weird.” Her nose scrunches up, and I replace all of these expressions no one else gets to see, cute.
“It’s not weird,” I protest. “It’s what happens in a normal relationship.”
“One, we aren’t in a relationship. And two, what impression did I give you that I was normal in any way?” I lean in to kiss those lips. She doesn’t pull away, and I can’t help but smile as I kiss her. “You are so weird,” she says, feeling my smile and pulling away now.
“Come back so I can fuck you into submission.” She laughs as she walks to her bathroom. I hear the water run before she walks out with a cup in her hand and throws it at me. Freezing cold water splashes me on the chest. “What the fuck?”
“Get out of my bed and get dressed. I have to prepare for an auction today.”
“You always have an auction,” I grumble, throwing the fucking saturated sheets off me. Her eyes fall to my very hard cock as I stand, and I run my hands down my chest to wipe off the water, and when I look up, I see her eyes on my chest.
“I like to work. It keeps me sane.” She shrugs.
“I have something else that can keep you distracted.” I cup my cock, and she licks her lips. Got her. Just as I step toward her, she walks back into the bathroom, refills the cup, and walks back out.
“If you throw that at me, I will bend you over and blow out your back by fucking you so hard. Do you understand me, sweetheart?” Just as I let the last word leave my mouth, she throws it straight at my face. I reach for her, gripping her by her hair. She yelps, but I pull her to me, slam her back into my front, and let my other hand run down the front of her until I cup her cunt.
“I warned you,” I growl, slipping a finger through her folds to make sure she’s wet. Pulling my hand away, I push her forward, bending her over. I don’t loosen my grip of her hair as I position her in just the right spot before I slide into her.
She moans, and, fuck, she feels good. It’s like fucking heaven. Her cunt was perfectly made for me.
“That’s it,” I breathe, sliding my other hand back to her clit while I fuck her from behind. She moans, and I apply more pressure to her clit. Her hand covers mine and moves with me. She directs my hand, showing me what she likes. I follow her guidance because I want her to want it as much as I do. I want her to come as hard as I know I will.
“Tell me who fucking owns you,” I say into her ear before I bite it. I can feel her tightening, her walls milking my fucking cock.
What a good girl.
“Anya,” I growl.
“I do,” she pants, and I can’t help the smirk that touches my lips. She comes, and I’m right behind her.
Fuck.
This fucking woman.
We’re breathing heavily together as she straightens and slides off my dick, then walks into her bathroom.
“Promise me you’ll meet my mother while she’s in town,” I say.
She walks back out with a sickly-sweet smile on her face and throws another glass of water in my face.
“Now, leave.”
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