The Billionaire’s Pawn

LONDON

I spent an hour in a bathtub with wine that no longer appealed to me. I was more concerned with how to break to Striker regarding my father’s true intention.

I didn’t tell him last night. I couldn’t. I was too scared to face the consequences. I only said to him that I had some disagreements with my father. Judging by the look on his face, he wasn’t convinced. He knew I was hiding something, but he somehow respected my decision for now.

Right now, he was watching me like a hawk from the corner, but he hadn’t said a word to me. I wasn’t happy with his silence. And it hurt like hell, but I was a selfish bitch and wasn’t ready to lose him. I couldn’t bear it.

“The tub is big enough for the both of us.”

He just remained there, his arms crossed over his chest, sighing constantly. He bounced his gaze between me and the view outside the window.

“When are you gonna see Moses again?”

“Monday.”

“That’s good.”

“Then you should have a one-on-one with your dad?”

“Not a chance. He’s not what I thought he was. Let him go to hell.”

“You urged me to see Moses, and I did despite how he abandoned me. Don’t wait for that chance that never comes. Don’t make it a habit of running away from your problem, Vanderford.”

“Is that based on experience?” My question earned me a glare-if a glare could kill, I was already cooked with water at a boiling point.

I lifted my leg, showing him what he had missed. I truly admired his self-control, though it mostly annoyed me.

I wish we could just fuck each other until we run out of breath. But maybe our relationship needed more nurture than built with sex and chocolates.

“I’ll be in the study when you’re done.” As I said, his self-control was indestructible.

“If you say so, sweetheart.”

“Don’t stay long, Vanderford.” He just walked out without a thought.

“Well, that’s a bummer.” I rose from the tub since I was alone and got bored. I cleaned up and went to find my phone still in my robe.

“You know what? I’m tired of you ignoring me all day. No, every day. If I can’t have you now, then I better go home and spend my day alone in bed. Bye.” I sent him a voice message.

I was in the closet, looking for something to wear. I didn’t have many clothes to choose from. I was checking between two dresses when someone came behind me that had me jumping, lifting me off the feet.

“Jeez! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” The dresses fell from my hands.

“You were saying?” He threw me on his shoulder as if I weighed nothing.

“Put me down, Cade! Right now!”

“If you wanted to go, you could have left earlier. But that message meant something, baby.”

“Yeah, that means I’m tired of waiting for your head to be hit pretty hard by a damn rock before you realize we’re in the 21st Century, and your ridiculous method doesn’t work on me anymore.”

“I was planning to take you to beautiful places or beaches, then spend the whole day and night with you because one fuck wouldn’t be enough, Vanderford. But you are so stubborn and impatient.” He slapped my butt cheek, and it stung.

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“You have no idea how much you drove me fucking crazy with your little stunts. You deserve more spanking.” He threw me to bed. I bounced up and down, and I ignored the lightheadedness I felt.

“So I got into you?”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You made me lose my goddamn mind every time you did something for me. The only thing that keeps me sane is thinking that what I do is something for us. You have no idea how hard it is to walk with a constant raging hard-on.”

“Serves you right.” I untied my robe, showing him how I was wet for him. Now I got his attention; I wouldn’t back down. I wouldn’t stop until I got what I wanted.

“My idea was dumb anyway.” He licked his lips as he watched me with such intensity it burned inside me. When he pulled his shirt off his head, I knew it would happen, or I swore I would go home.

Now, I was speechless. I licked my lips, and my throat went dry. My heart hammered so hard. I took off the robe and threw it away. I was completely naked in his bed. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin. My nipples puckered against the scorching look of admiration he gave me.

“Touch yourself.” He unbuttoned his jeans, and I couldn’t wait to see him naked again-as if a sculptor made his body, blessed my God. Everything about him was perfection. Those thighs and the deep V between his hips were molded so fine. “I wanna see how wet you are for me.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off him now that he was completely naked in front of me. His erection stood with pride, massive and long. The shaft was teasing, those veins protruding.

And I did it with pleasure, dragging my hand from my breast to the center of my abdomen down to my pussy. I gasped at the first touch of my finger against my clit. I was so sensitive and so aroused for him-I was so wet. I moistened my finger with my wetness before I began rubbing my clit slowly, applying a little pressure.

My eyes shut closed, but I felt him. The movements of the bed made me pant in anticipation. I didn’t stop until he took my hand away and shoved a finger into his mouth. I felt his tongue and his suck, making me squirm.

I hadn’t taken a breath in shock. He was already between my thighs, spreading them apart, making me vulnerable and exposed. I didn’t care, though.

I wanted this.

I needed this.

I wanted him for a long freaking time.

Then he left a hot and fiery trail of kisses on my thigh. My clit pulsed and ached in anticipation, and he didn’t disappoint me.

The lick on my entrance hit a plethora of sensations that had me spinning. I felt so utterly feminine for him. He didn’t care if I got fat. He let me eat whatever I want. He looked at me as if I was the rarest gem on earth.

A long, satisfied moan left my throat as he sucked, nipped along my aching flesh, and drew it into his mouth. My wetness kept flowing. My face overheated that he had this effect on me, and I was enjoying it a lot.

“Oh, God.” My breathing went rugged as he did a dragging sweep of his tongue around my pussy. Then he flicked his tongue on my clit, making me more sensitive, and had me writhing. It was a pleasure and torture at the same time.

I grabbed his head, gripped his hair around my fingers, and he rewarded me with a long groan of approval. The vibration had me turned liquid. He then fucked me with his tongue, sucked me, and nipped me, and my orgasm rushed from the surface.

I was still frenzied, and he was already on top of me. His erection was rock hard pressed against my tummy, causing more wetness to pool between my legs.

He crashed his mouth against mine aggressively. I tasted myself in him. It was intense, hot, and erotic. But I wanted more. We both wanted more.

I opened my mouth and slipped my tongue into his to taste myself more. A deep groan coming from him filled my desire.

He broke the kiss. Pain crossed his face as I opened my eyes. “Baby, I don’t have a condom.”

My jaw dropped. I was torn between being disappointed and aroused at the same time because I wanted to feel him, skin to skin. That was how I trusted him.

Crap.

My mind worked perfectly, but I couldn’t believe I was saying this for the first time. “Do we need one?”

“Maybe more. I’m clean, I swear.”

“Sorry to bring this up, but this would be my first time sleeping without a condom.”

He kissed me so hard, only to break it again and leave traces of kisses down my jaw, sucking the side of my neck. He moved his lips down my collarbone and to my sensitive breasts, taking my nipple into his mouth with a good suck and nipping.

Striker skimmed his hand down my belly as he went to pay attention to my other breast. My moan and groan grew louder, begging for more. I’d grown impatient for this sweet torment.

When he found me wetter, a feral growl left his throat. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over. I was on the top, and he was gripping my hips, lifting me so I could straddle him.

“I’m yours, baby.” The moment he said those words, I knew I was his.

He wasn’t near inside me, yet I was already delirious. I took his erection into my hand, and we both groaned at the contact of his shaft against my clit. Then the tip of his cock was positioned at my entrance, waiting for me to make a move.

It exhilarated me even more. I grew even wetter. I wanted to close my eyes but couldn’t miss seeing his face as he stretched me from his penetration.

He was nestled right in my center. As I lowered myself, he slowly glided in inch by inch, feeling his bulbous head stretching me. And he watched as my pussy lips enveloped his thick length until he was all inside me, until my pussy was flat against his, completely.

I was so stretched and a little uncomfortable, and it burned that I thought it reached my womb and I’d split in half.

We stared at each other momentarily to absorb the feeling of being one without movements and words.