“Lie down,” he orders, and I do as I’m told. My pussy is aching. He grabs a condom from the table that’s next to the bed. I’m mesmerized, and he tears the foil, rolling the condom over his length. He places his hands on my thighs and spreads them, then wrapping his arms around my thighs, he brings me to the edge of the bed. He looks at my pussy. “For someone you hate, this pussy sure wants my attention.”
“Unfortunately, it’s got a mind of its own and tends to make stupid decisions,” I bite back.
He doesn’t say anything and slams into me. Without any warning, he bottoms out. And fuck, does it feel amazing. This isn’t making love,this is fucking. Simple as that. He slams into me over and over again. Not once does he look away. One of his arms releases my thigh so he can slap my breast hard, and fuck, does it hurt. The sting fades, and it’s replaced by pleasure. Miles must see the effect it has on me because he does it to my other breast. Then his hand returns to my thigh.
“Oh, Princesa, this is going to be rough.”
“Fuck you, lapdog,” I mutter in between moans.
He slams into me. No mercy, no tenderness. It’s exactly what I need. I feel the tingle in my spine.
“More, Miles, please. I need more.”
He gives me what I ask for. This is all the pent-up frustration, the name-calling, the lies. I grab onto the bed sheets as I feel myself going over the edge.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck. Yes!” I scream. My pussy is clenching around his cock. I hear him grunt as he comes. His cock is throbbing inside me, but he doesn’t break eye contact. Finally, he pulls out. He discards the used condom, but I look at his cock, and he’s still hard.
“Oh, Princesa, we’re not finished.”
My eyes widen, and I swear I hear a chuckle. He places another condom on his rock-hard cock. Before he pushes inside me, again without warning. He bends down and sucks on my nipples.
“Mmm, deliciosa.”
I don’t have time to react. He grabs my legs and puts them over his shoulders; my heels are still on. He’s deeper, so much deeper inside me. Miles is strong; I can tell by the way he effortlessly carries my body weight.
“Fuck, Veronica, you feel so good.”
I’m caught off guard by the use of my name; it feels so intimate. I brush the feeling aside and focus on the sound of his body against mine. I already know I’m going to be sore.
“Play with your nipples,” he orders, and I do as I’m told. I don’t talk back; I just do it. The sight of a reckless Miles is undoing me more than it should. He’s always too in control, but this version is something else. I move my hands to my breast and pinch my nipples—hard. A loud moan escapes my lips. Then I slap my breasts.
“Yes, do it again.” The lust in his eyes is intoxicating.
I give in to his commands. I may hate the guy, but he knows how to fuck me. I’m so close to coming.
“Miles, I need to come,” I shout.
“Fuck, Princesa.” His moans are loud. “Remember who made you come tonight. When you walk out the door, remember it was me who fucked this pussy into oblivion.”
“I hate you, Miles.”
“Well, not enough to stop you from coming. Now come for me.”
I can’t hold my orgasm back. Not with the way he’s slamming into me and making me see stars. Damn him. I feel him come inside me again. Time stands still; he doesn’t take his eyes off me as he pulls out. He walks to the corner of the room and returns with a cloth. He takes his time cleaning me, his movements methodical and calm. The realization hits me, the ease and familiarity with which he navigates this space. This is where he fucks Gemma; this is where he brings god knows who else. The bubble shatters, replaced by the reality of the room’s purpose.
I scramble off the bed and reach for my clothes, dressing quickly. I head straight for the door. "Thanks for the fuck," is all I say. I don't wait for his reaction. I just walk out the door.
Miles
Chapter 25
“Thanks for the fuck,”is what she says as she slams the door shut behind her. I sit on the edge of the bed, naked. I lean forward, head in my hands, and inhale. The scent of us, of her, still hangs heavily in the air. I crossed a line tonight, one I swore I’d never ever cross, but I can't find it in myself to regret it. My body is still humming from the back-to-back orgasms.
When that bartender mentioned the private rooms, I didn't just walk—I ran. And when I saw that motherfucker pressed against her, leading her into the room, all I saw was red. I forgot where I was. I forgot about Gemma, about the project, about the "protection" I’m supposed to provide. I snapped, and fuck, would I do it again. If she hadn’t left, I don’t think I would’ve been able to stop myself. Now we have to be around each other as if nothing happened because, as much as I don’t regret it, this can’t happen again.
I hear my phone vibrate against the floorboards. I reach down, grabbing it along with my discarded clothes. The screen illuminates the dark room. It’s a message.
Sebastian: My security is escorting them home.
