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“Fucking ecstatic,” I growled in her ear, and she flinched. “I thought you were ready to play yesterday, Princess, to give yourself to me. What happened?” My lips whispered over the skin of her arm, and she shuddered, shifting delicately against me.
“Nothing. I’m just hungry,” she muttered.
It crossed my mind that perhaps she hadn’t ventured from her room to eat today. Now I thought about it, she was thin. She hadn’t been taking care of herself.
“Now, you’ll eat.” Reaching around her, I cut a piece of steak and brought it to her lips.
“Are you seriously feeding me?”
“You’ll eat it from my fork or not at all. Next time, don’t be late,” I told her.
I was a sick fuck, but my dick swelled against her ass as she sighed. She leaned forward, rocking her peachy ass against me as she opened her mouth and took the fork inside.
“Good girl,” I praised her, making her eat another mouthful. It wasn’t the feeding or punishment and control that got me off with Mallory—it was overcoming her will. She was stubborn, strong, and willful to a fault. I liked it when she swallowed that fire to follow my orders. Ireallyfucking liked it.
“Aren’t you going to eat more?” she asked.
“That’s not what I’m hungry for. Lift your skirt.”
As soon as she stood, I reached for my fly. It had been more than a day, and I ached to be inside her. I didn’t plan on going that long again. Her eyes widened as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my stiff length. Her eyes latched onto my cock, and she licked her lips involuntarily. I wondered if she knew how much hunger was in her eyes every time she looked at me. Slowly she parted her long satin skirt at the thigh slit, pulling it to one side. She was wearing sheer panties. I wanted to bite them off her.
“Lose them.”
She followed my instructions, and I patted my knee. “Sit down, and let’s finish dinner. You’ve not eaten enough today.”
Dark and dirty thoughts danced in her eyes as she positioned herself on my knees, and I shifted my hips to sink inside her. Her hands gripped the sides of the table, half sitting, half crouching, impaled on my shaft. I tugged her down until she was fully sheathing me. She was breathing hard, making tiny movements on my lap. Her tight pussy gripped me, and I could have lost myself in her warmth, but first, it was dinner time. I put my arms around her, cut the rest of the steak, and brought another piece to her lips. She leaned forward for the fork, much further than necessary, and sunk back with a sigh.
We continued in silence, only the sound of Molly’s thready breaths and the scrape of the fork on the plate filled the room. With my free hand, I played with her clit until she moved her hips against me, her wetness making a mess of my suit pants.
“You need to eat. I won’t tolerate a hunger strike.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning I’ll return here three times a day to feed you like this, or I’ll have Doctor Petrov shove a tube down your throat three times a week,” I threatened.
Molly was quiet as she chewed. “I’ll eat, but you don’t have any food. Don’t you live here all the time? It’s empty like a show home.”
I thought about that critique for a moment before realizing she was right. “I’ll see that there’s food here. Make sure you eat it.”
“Are you trying to fatten me up like a sacrificial lamb?”
“Oh, Princess, the sacrifice already happened,” I murmured against her arm.
I circled her clit harder, making her pant slightly. It was killing me to hold back, but Molly had to eat, and being inside her felt better than anything. If I had my way, I’d always be inside her, even when doing the most mundane things.
“So, should I cook you dinner?”
“Another sandwich? Don’t tire yourself. I’ll see you’re provided for in the fashion you should become accustomed to. Being poor doesn’t suit you, Molly. Henry spoiled you too much as a kid to ever adapt fully.” When Mallory was my wife, she wouldn’t need to do anything because I’d spoil her rotten. But she wasn’t in the right frame of mind to hear that right now.
She didn’t like that comment and pushed the fork away from her mouth. “Fuck you,” she snarled.
I pinched her clit hard, making her moan. “Now, Molly, I know you’ve not been living in polite society for a while, but we don’t leave the table until everyone is finished. What would Henry say if he heard you begging to be fucked when we haven’t had dessert?” I turned my head toward the kitchen, arranging Molly’s skirts across her naked lap. “Dessert, please, Max.”
Max entered the room, and Molly stiffened. She hadn’t known he was here. I’d never let him see her body. I’d have to kill him. But I did enjoy how Molly trembled as her bodyguard set a bowl of strawberries on the table, his eyes averted from the scene. He turned away as I rotated my hips against her, and she gasped, holding onto the table edge again. My fingers were still playing with her clit under her skirt, and now, I sped up.
“Max, give me an update on the Vardi deal cleanup,” I instructed my number two.
Even though I’d had Max glued to Mallory for the last week, he still knew everything that was going on.
