Alder hooks his arms under my knees, yanking me closer and spreading me wide with a strength that’s both thrilling and utterly terrifying.
As he moves me, my gaze catches on the swaying grass, and the tarot card I don’t remember letting go of. It pulses with an otherworldly glow, the faint light drawing my attention as the figures on its surface shimmer and shift. Their limbs entwine, melding into one another, hungry for each other, pulsing and changing and very much alive.
That’s impossible. I blink, my vision swimming, unsure if it’s real or a trick of my alcohol-soaked mind. I’ve had too much to drink. Too much Alder.
“Look at me, Gemma.” His deep, impossible-to-ignorevoice snaps me back to exactly where I belong.
I can’t fight him. I don’t want to.
“You don’t look away.” He brushes his thumb over my jaw, his fingers down the column of my neck. “You keep those pretty fucking eyes on me. Understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
“Good.” The clink of his belt buckle echoes in the stillness followed by the slow, torturous slide of his zipper. “Now let me remind you what it means to belong to me.”
I whimper, anticipation coiling tight, making every nerve in my body scream for him.
He spreads me wider, his cock replacing the ruined lace, the thick, swollen head brushing against my entrance, teasing, taunting.
“Fuck,” he groans, his jaw clenching as he watches me struggle to stay still.
The slow, unbearable drag as he pushes into me makes me cry out, the mix of pleasure and pressure stealing my breath. He fills me completely, stretching me, spoiling me.
I arch into him, legs tightening around his waist.
“You don’t ever have to worry again, sweetheart.” He thrusts, slow and teasing. “You need a house? Done.”
Another thrust, deeper this time, punishing.
“You need a new car? Consider it yours.”
I moan, my body tightening around him, every syllable dragging me closer to the edge.
His pace quickens, rougher, more demanding, driving into me like he knows exactly what I need before I do.
“You’ll never have to check your bank accountagain.” His words are hot and sharp, each one punctuated with a stroke that steals my breath.
“You’ll never have to struggle, never have to wonder if you’re gonna make it.”
He thrusts again, his cock hitting that spot that makes my vision blur.
“I’ll put a black Amex in your name and deposit six figures in your account just to see you smile.”
I whimper. Nothing has ever sounded so fucking good.
“I’ll buy you whatever the fuck you want.” His mouth is everywhere, kissing, biting, licking. “You want diamonds? Pick ’em out.”
Another thrust, another shock of pleasure that has me clawing at his shoulders.
“You want your own driver? I’ll have one waiting in the morning.”
The promise drags me under, the idea of never worrying again, of being wrapped in this life, in him, safe, secure, and fucked-out.
My hips tilt, body desperate for more, for everything.
“Say it,” he growls against my throat, his tongue flicking out to taste me. “Say you want it.”
I do. I want all of it. The money. The security. The life. Him.
