“So fucking wet for me. Does making me crazy jealous turn you on?” he asks, pinching my clit. My head shakes side-to-side as my bra slides from my shoulders. “I think it does. You’re drenched and I’ve barely touched you.” His fingers that were between my legs raise, and I watch him slide them into his mouth and close his eyes. “Lay back, heels to the counter, and spread your legs.”
“Dil—” His name gets lodged in my throat as he presses his hand against my chest and forces me back against the cold marble.
“Now spread your legs,” he growls. Moaning, my legs fall apart and my eyes snap closed as his fingers begin to toy with me. “You’re so perfect,” he praises, palming my breast while his fingers fuck into me, leaving me breathless and my body begging for him. Forcing my eyes open when he stops, I watch him free himself from his slacks then take a deep breath as he pulls my ass to the edge off the counter and lines himself up with my entrance. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I breathe, wrapping my legs around his waist, using my heels to pull him closer to where I need him.
“Only me.” He thrusts forward hard, and my mind screams with pleasure as his hands wrap around my hips to keep me in place. “You’re mine.”
“Yes,” I cry out, arching my back, feeling heat spread from my core throughout my entire body.
Sliding one hand up my stomach then between my breasts, he wraps it around the back of my neck and lifts me forward, gently, until we are sharing the same breath. Leaning up, I nip his bottom lip then whimper when he takes my mouth like he owns it, thrusting his tongue against mine in sync with each hard blow as he pounds into me ruthlessly. “Fuck,” he snarls down my throat while slamming into me over and over, sending me closer to the edge. Overheating, every inch of me starts to sing with pleasure and my core begins to clamp down around him.
“I’m so close,” I breathe into his mouth, then wrap my arms around his back, pull my mouth from his, and bite down on his shoulder as my body ignites and fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids.
“Again.”
“Dillon,” I whimper, locking my legs tighter around his hips as my orgasm starts to come back to life.
“This time, you wait for me,” he groans as my nails dig into his skin and my core tightens.
“I don’t…” The words end as he thrusts hard, making my breath catch.
“You will wait for me.” He thrusts hard again and again, and my body begins to shake as I tighten my limbs around him and fight back my release. “God, fucking dammit,” he roars, then growls, “Come.” And just like that, I let go and fly over the edge, clinging to him with every single inch of me as I do. “You will always be mine,” he whispers, and my eyes fill with tears. Isla may know more about him than I do, but she will never have this. She will never know what it feels like to have all of him.
Chapter 9
Ashlyn
Sitting across from Dillon, I use my chopsticks to pick up a piece of sushi then dip it in my wasabi and soy sauce mixture before shoving the whole thing into my mouth, moaning in happiness as the taste explodes on my tongue.
“I can’t believe of all the places you could have picked, this is the place you chose.” He shakes his head, looking around, and I follow his eyes around the restaurant. I’m not surprised by his reaction. The place isn’t all that great to look at, but they have an all-you-can-eat sushi bar that makes the cheesy décor and questionable environment worth the risk of food poisoning.
“I love this place.” I shrug, picking up another piece of sushi, dunking it in my perfected mixture.
“I could have taken you to an actual sushi restaurant instead of a all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet.”
“And what? Pay fifteen dollars for a California roll, I think not.” Smiling, he shakes his head as I shove another piece of sushi into my mouth.
“Nut.” His face softens, and I feel mine do the same then shift in my seat and lower my voice.
“Isla came by the house this afternoon.”
Sitting forward, his eyes narrow, and he rumbles, “Why didn’t you tell me?” sounding pissed, and I feel my temper spark due to his reaction.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I challenge him back immediately. “She told me she stopped by the office but you wouldn’t see her, so I know you knew she was in town.” I raise a brow, and his eyes narrow further.
“What did she say to you?”
“Nothing, she just wants you to call her mom. She said you haven’t been returning any of their calls. Why aren’t you talking to them?” I question, watching him closely, surprised by how angry he looks.
“You—” I know what he’s going to say before he speaks, and I point my chopsticks at him.
“If you tell me it’s not something I need to worry about, I will stab you with these,” I cut him off, snapping my chopsticks at him, and he grins then runs his hand through his hair.
“They were not happy about me marrying you.”
“So,” I shrug. “My family wasn’t happy either but they are slowly coming to terms with it. You have to admit they have a reason to be upset. You dated their daughter and were supposed to marry her. Instead, you married me in Vegas, and I doubt they even knew my name, any parent would be worried,” I mutter, picking up another piece of sushi.
“Isla’s gay. I was never going to fucking marry her,” he growls and I blink, staring at him in disbelief with a piece of sushi frozen an inch from my mouth.
“Pardon?” I finally get out, not sure if I want to laugh or scream at the ridiculousness of the words he just uttered in one sentence.
“She’s gay,” he repeats, and I point my chopsticks at him, flinging the piece of sushi across the room as I do, not even checking to see if it hit anyone.
“She is not,” I hiss, jabbing the wooden sticks in his direction then snap, “Dammit, give them back,” when he snatches them from me.
“She is, but she did not want to hurt her family or risk anyone finding out about her sexuality, so she asked me to help her when people started to get suspicious.”
“You can not honestly expect me to believe this garbage,” I mutter, looking into his eyes.
“It’s the truth.
“She told you she was a lesbian?” I ask, looking around to see if anyone is listening.
“Yes.” He nods, and I shake my head.
“Wow.” I rub my forehead, really wishing I could have a drink. “So what was your plan when you put a ring on her finger?” I grit my teeth, feeling anger swell inside my chest at the idea of them together.
“I didn’t put a ring on her finger.” His frown deepens as his jaw clenches tight.
“I’m sure. Let me guess, she proposed to herself?” I roll my eyes and his narrow.
“I didn’t know what she had planned. We were at her parents’ house for dinner and she announced our engagement to them, she already had the ring on her hand.”
“Seriously?”
“I didn’t want to hurt her parents, and I knew I could put an end to all of it as soon as I moved here.”