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“I am,” she breathes. “I am because I won’t be your mistress, Ace. I won’t be your secret. I won’t be yours.”
“But you’re already that,” I rasp, moving closer to her.
I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, tangling them in her hair before I yank her body against mine. Shifting my face forward, I slide my nose along hers before my lips press against her own. I don’t deepen the kiss. As much as I want to tongue fuck her, I’m not doing that right now.
“You’re mine, no matter how that fucking looks. That’s just the way it goddamn is. You know this, and there’s nothing you’ll be able to do about that.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses against my mouth.
“I’ll do that, too.”
ALLISON
Hendrick reaches for my pants, tugging them down before he spins me around. My cheek presses against the door. Ass exposed, my chest and cheek against the warm wood of the front door, I feel his fingers grip my hips before he tugs me backward.
Then there is the sound of his pants being unzipped and the feel of the head of his cock against my center. I should not let out a sigh. But I do because I missed this. I missed him. The feel of his touch, the way he stretches me when he slides deep inside of my body. All of it.
Every inch of him.
He buries himself deep inside of me with one swift thrust. Then I feel his hand leave my hip and his fingers tangle into my hair. I expect him to yank my head back, but he doesn’t. He holds me where I am, my face against the door, my hips out, my back arched.
“You’re fucking mine. You might not like that right now, but you gave yourself to me, and I’m not ready to let you go.”
If I were a stronger person, I would tell him to get off me. I would open this door, alarm be damned, and I would get the hell out of here. But I’m not a strong person. I never have been. I’m weak. And the way I feel when he’s inside of me, I’ll never be strong. Which was my main reason for running.
Hendrick’s grip on my hair tightens as he begins to move. His hips pull back, then he slides back inside slowly. So slowly that I begin panting at the sensation. It feels too good, it’s too much, and my legs tremble.
“Please let me go,” I whimper.
I don’t really want him to. I don’t want to be anywhere other than right here with him. But I say the words in hopes that he will let me go, that he will push me away so I won’t have to try and get away myself.
But it doesn’t work.
“No,” Hendrick grunts. “Never.”
And that is that. I am his until he gets tired of me. And he will. Once his marriage happens, once he realizes just how much work a relationship is, and once he falls in love with his perfect little wife, I will mean nothing to him.
But if I take the deal his father gave me, even when Hendrick is done with me, I’ll have my shop. It won’t be taken from me. The contract will be locked in place. Completely fucking locked, and there will be no way they will get out of it, because if I’m going to be used by this man, then I’m going to get something out of it.
God, I’m cynical.
But this is the world I know. This is the world I’ve cultivated for myself. I haven’t been scared like Parker to get out there, but I don’t have anyone else to help me or who has my back, so the only way I know how to take care of myself is by using my body to have a man help me.
I’m manipulative. The thought of that makes me sick, because I don’t think of myself as that kind of woman, but I am. I’m a manipulative user. Maybe I do need to go and see Brenda and get some therapy. It’s clear that I need help.
Hendrick’s grip on my hair tightens again, and he snaps my head back. I gasp, my eyes widening as he leans over my face, his eyes on mine. “Come back to me, sunshine.”
“I’m here.”
“You weren’t,” he points out.
He’s right. I wasn’t. I was completely lost inside of my own head, but I’m not sure I want to admit that to him. So instead, I smile and lower my lids as he continues to move inside of me. Then I slip my fingers between my legs and reach down as far as I can to touch his balls.
He grunts, clenching his jaw.
Then he smiles. “Touch yourself. Come on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me, Allison. Your body knows who it belongs to.”
It does.
