Page 86 of Ruthless Ambition
“So you didn’t drool over my abs, you never pressed your ass into my cock when I made you coffee, and you haven’t been eye fucking me all week?” he asked as he crossed the room to stand in front of me.
“No!”Not really . . .
“Liar.” His hand grabbed the back of my hair as he jerked my head up to his, and he kissed me. The kiss was punishing, hard, and cruel. His mouth covered mine, demanding and dominant as his teeth bit hard on my bottom lip to open for him. His tongue swept into my mouth and laid claim to me. Roughly, I was pushed backward, and my ass hit the edge of the desk.
Either he lifted me or I jumped, but either way, I was soon on the desk with him between my legs as he exerted his control over me. His hands twisted in my hair, forcibly tugging my head back, exposing my throat, and I moaned when his lips covered the cut on my neck, and his tongue tasted my skin and blood.
“Onyx,” I gasped as he licked and sucked at me, with his cock pressing up against my pussy.
“You want me to stop?” he asked as he pulled me off the desk and turned me, tearing my shorts down my body, exposing my ass to him.
“No,” I admitted as his teeth sank into my ass cheek. “No, I really don’t.”
Two fingers stroked along the wetness of my pussy before he pushed them inside me, causing me to cry out.
“Bend and spread your legs,” he demanded as I heard clothing hit furniture, and then I felt him against my ass as he pushed his sweatpants down.
This was insanity. I’d just been fighting with him. I hated this man. Yet, I bent and did as he asked, and I was so glad he had the sense to cover my mouth when he entered me in one thrust, because my scream would have woken the whole floor.
“Quiet,” he hissed in my ear. “Cooper’s outside and could come in at any minute,” he warned me as his hips pistoned into me. I tried to move my head to look at the door, but he held me tight. “You like that idea? Cooper coming in as I fuck you, watching you as you come on my cock?” His voice was heavy with lust, and my tongue licked at the palm of his hand. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he chuckled.
Would I? The idea of it was thrilling, and I never knew until right this moment that it was.
“Should I call him, vampire?” Onyx whispered in my ear as he drove into me again and again, the punishing rhythm driving me wild. “Will I offer him a taste of this pussy?”
I shook my head vigorously, and Onyx gripped my hip tighter. “Good answer,” he muttered as his mouth left kisses on my shoulder. “Rub your clit,” he instructed, and my hand left the desk as it dropped to do as he commanded. “You close?” he asked, his breathing heavier, and he took his hand from my mouth.
“Yes,” I moaned as I took a gulp of air. “Fuck,” I hissed as the hand that had been on my mouth moved to my neck. “Onyx,” I warned.
“Trust me.”
He squeezed my neck, and I felt the air stall slightly in my lungs as he pulled me back into his body. His breath in my ear, his hand around my throat, and I moved one hand behind me, holding him closer as he fucked me.
Quickly, he withdrew and spun me, lifting me onto the desk as he pushed me backward until I was lying on it as he slid inside me again. He was deeper than before, and I pulled him in tighter as my legs wrapped around him.
“Shit,” I hissed as his thumb started strumming my clit.
With skill, he held me down by my throat, his hand curled around my neck, his thumb rubbing me, racing me to the edge as I marveled at the wildness in his eyes.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped as his hand at my throat reflexively loosened and tightened, and I couldn’t catch my breath as I watched him watch me. When his thumb and finger pinched my clit as his grip on my neck increased, halting my air flow, I combusted underneath him. I felt him push hard into me, and then he was leaning back, slipping out of me, his hand on his cock working it until he emptied himself on my body, with a low grunt. His head was bowed as his breathing slowed, and he looked stunning. Raising his head, he looked at me as I lay there, spent from the intensity of my orgasm, my legs still weak, but when his eyes met mine, I saw a glimpse inside to the dark intensity of the man who stood before me.
His hoodie and T-shirt were on the couch, his sweatpants at his ankles, and as I sat up, he stooped and pulled them up. Reaching for his T-shirt, he looked at me as I slipped off the desk and used my sleepshirt to wipe at the mess he left.
With a shake of his head, he looked away, as if he only now realized what we’d just done. “Clean up, we leave in fifteen minutes.”
“I—”
“Don’t argue with me, Angel, just do what I say.” He walked out of the room, and I hesitated for a moment, still uncertain from the orgasm and reeling over how quickly that escalated.
In the shower, I took longer than fifteen minutes, and I didn’t give a fuck when he walked into the bathroom with his ultimatum, asking what was taking so long, or did I want him to drag me out naked, because he would, he threatened.
I didn’t doubt him. Psycho. But I simply turned my back on him and finished washing my hair. We’d had sex. It hadn’t changed anything between us. It was only sex — great sex — andI was okay with that. It didn’t mean he owned me.Orcontrolled me.
When the bathroom door slammed shut, I smiled in victory.
