“It was my father’s idea to marry me off for money, and it was Ever’s idea to make him think that he would. I have no intention of marrying anyone, Jameson. I never did.”
I could hear the wheels turning in his head, but it wasn’t long before they came to a screeching halt. “Explain.”
I knew he must have worked most of it out for himself, but his broken heart wouldn’t allow him to trust again so easily.
“My father is willing to do whatever it takes not to just survive but thrive. Your family is worth billions, and Ever is going to control it all. If it weren’t for the promise of your family’s money, my father would have forced me to marry anyone willing to bid high enough the moment I’d turned sixteen.”
Jamie was silent for so long that I would have thought he’d gone if it weren’t for his hands still holding me and the calm rise and fall of his chest. I expected an explosion, but when he finally spoke, his reaction was as if I’d told him it was going to rain today.
“Is that right?”
His vapid tone made me think he didn’t believe me. And why should he? I’d been lying to him for five years.
“It’s true, Jamie.”
“I’m sure it is.” He spun me around to face him, and the gentle kiss he placed on my lips mocked me more than his tone. “Would you like to know a secret? Just between you and me?” Jamie’s grip on me tightened, keeping me from getting away. His hard dick warned me of his intentions. “You preyed on the wrong McNamara, kitten. My trust fund has more zeroes. Dick’s bigger, too.” His lips brushed back and forth against mine before saying, “If you wanted a knight in shining armor, you should have looked right in front of you.” Snorting, he toyed with the drawstring on my satin sleep shorts. I was vaguely aware of him pulling it free. “At least now you know there are limits to what Ever is willing to do for you.”
“Your point?”
Gently, he tucked my hair behind my ear before placing his hand on my nape and pulling me to him. Jamie’s grip was tight enough to keep me from getting away but not harsh enough to hurt. Somehow, tears still stung my eyes. “I had no limits, none whatsoever, when it came to you, Bette.”
“James…”
He was kissing me before I could tell him that I’d been afraid of that.
Jamie would have torn down mountains for me and not have blinked once at the destruction he caused. Even to himself. If he’d known about what my father planned, known about the abuse I suffered at his hands to make me compliant… I couldn’t risk it. Every lie I’d told in the five years since I pushed him away was to protect him as much as myself.
“There’s nothing innocent about you, Barbette.” Slipping his hand inside my shorts, Jamie cupped my pussy, making me gasp. “Well…except for this.” My hand flew to his wrist when his finger began to press inside me. “You haven’t been fucked here yet, have you?”
I whimpered as he withdrew to circle my clit instead. My eyes fluttered, wanting to close, but I couldn’t look away from the lust in his eyes. Jamie had every intention of fucking me tonight.
And I was going to let him.
Pressed against the wall with nowhere to run, I let him toy with me, bringing my most secret desires to light. Jamie’s long fingers so gentle yet brutally relentless had my legs trembling in no time. He freed his hand the second I came, and then he yanked me away from the wall. When he tossed me on the bed is when I began to panic. Maybe we’re going too fast.
“Jamie,” I whined. Grabbing my shorts, I tried to keep them up when he began pulling them down. “Maybe we should talk about this first?”
“You’ve had a year to talk to me and four before that. The time for talking is over.”
He gave up trying to remove my shorts and snatched the engagement ring from my finger instead. Carelessly, he tossed it over his shoulder, and it landed… somewhere. At that moment, it didn’t matter where. “I’m not about to fuck you while you’re wearing his ring.” He wrestled my shorts from my grip and dropped them on the floor. He then nodded toward my camisole. “Get rid of it.”
My hesitation lasted a second before I was pulling the thin top that had been hell on my hard nipples over my head. It quickly joined my shorts on his messy floor. Kneeling on his bed, I had to arch my neck to meet his gaze. “Will you promise to go slow?”
“Nope.”
He headed for the door, making sure it was locked before pulling his plain white T-shirt over his head. I tried not to drool over his chest and abs and his nipple rings, especially when he was being a colossal dick.
And speaking of colossal dicks…
He stood directly in front of me as he unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. And when he lowered them along with his boxers, I nearly swallowed my tongue. Fumbling with his dick in the darkness of his limo was nothing compared to seeing it under the bright glow of the moonlight.
I started to back away on the huge bed.
I knew Jamie wouldn’t intentionally hurt me, but with a cock that size, I wasn’t so sure good intentions mattered.
Wrapping his hands around my waist, he brought me back to him, and then kissed the unease from my lips and my shoulders before gently pushing me onto my back. My mouth quickly fell open when he gripped the back of my thighs and folded me in half until my knees were touching my shoulders. Holding my gaze, he bent his head. I watched transfixed as he pressed a sensual kiss to my lower lips. And then another. Oh, my God.
The rueful grin he wore as he lowered my legs immediately put me on high alert.
“Jamie? What was that for?”
“I’m just apologizing to your pussy in advance for what I’m about to do it.”
He kissed me, not giving me a chance to respond as he settled between my thighs. The feel of his weight on top of me was driving me wild. I’ve never loved anything more.
Still, I wasn’t about to let him hurt me. Or put me in a wheelchair.
“Jamie, either you go slow,” I warned between sensual kisses, “or this is over.” I tried to sound stern, but it was hard when I could feel him teasing my entrance with his cock.
“How slow?” he whispered as he held my gaze. Flexing his hips, he pushed inside, stretching me impossibly wide until he’d buried the head of his cock. “This slow?” With teasing thrusts, he began fucking me with just the tip. My eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. “So you like that?” he asked, kissing my lips. “You don’t want all of me?”
“Maybe just a little more,” I whined.
He gave me another inch while kissing my neck. “Is this enough for you, Barbette?”
“More, please.”
My eyes flew open when he pulled out of me completely.
“What? No! Please, don’t stop.” I need it. I went to reach for him, but the no-nonsense look he wore stopped me.
“It’s all of me or nothing.”
Staring up at him, I knew that Jamie would not yield. He’d given me a taste of how good it could be. How could I possibly turn back now? I could always get my revenge when my head wasn’t so clouded.
“I want all of you.”
When he leaned in to kiss me, I eagerly met him halfway. Our tongues were still dueling for dominance when I felt him poking my entrance. This time, there was no teasing, and he did not stop. The flexing of his hips was my only warning before he pushed every single inch of himself inside of me. He swallowed my startled cry, took the punches that landed on his chest, and kissed my tears away when they fell.