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“You don’t need to leave, but you need to get the fuck out of my face.” Connor barked out orders and pushed his brother away from him.
Liam smoothed out his wrinkled shirt, giving him an apologetic nod, and left the room. He walked up the stairs, not taking one passing glance at me before he left.
Chapter 12
Connor
My hand was coiled in his shirt, and my brother’s stare was twisted with apologies. Stinging resonated in my chest from my heart pounding against my rib cage at a menacing pace.
“You don’t need to leave, but you need to get the fuck out of my face,” I barked, feeling blood rush to my face.
Uncoiling my grasp from his shirt, I watched him obsess over the cleanliness of his attire, wiping away the wrinkles. He needed some couch time with a shrink for his OCD. It seemed to be getting worse. His steps reverberated off the walls, and lust pulled my attention back tomyEmily.Mine. Seeing her in that dress was messing with me. All I wanted was to pull it up and shove my cock deep inside her.
My stomach dropped when I looked over at her. She lay on the floor, watching my brother retreat upstairs. My eyebrows pinched, seeing her expression shift to disappointment. Why was he able to steal what I deserved?
Once he was gone, she looked up at me. Her face was flushed, but her stare became quizzical, and her mouth parted. Quickly, I swiped the sting of rejection from my features and moved to stand over her. Her thick lashes covered her eyes as she looked down and hastily pulled up her dress. She started to get up, but I slammed my food down to stop her in her tracks.
Too late, my little traveler. Your eyes have wandered too long.
Swooping down, I wrapped my hand around her ankle and dragged her to my office. She thrashed in my grasp, and she brutally kicked at me with her free foot. Sharp thuds beat my thighs and wrist, sending blood racing to my cock.
“Fight harder, Emily,” I rasped, kicking my office door.
The knob slapped against the wall, and I chose to leave it open, wanting Liam to hear what belonged to me. Turning around, I saw her dress was bunched up over her hips, exposing her soft thighs. I released her, letting her limbs crash to the floor.
“Stand up,” I whispered, wanting her complete focus.
She sucked in her lip, biting into it seductively. Her legs spread, pushing the dress higher.
“If I wanted you on the floor, I would have told you,” I muttered, raising my tone, and squatted down to get on her level. “Stand up,”I snarled, baring my teeth.
Her eyes bulged, and she shot to her feet. Wrapping my palm around her throat, I pushed her back, swallowing deep breaths of her scent. Our heat entangled, and her ghostly eyes imprinted in my mind. Our vast height difference made me dip my head to watch every reaction she made. My stomach tingled with her breasts pressed against me, and her breath hitched as I tightened my grip, then pushed her into my office chair.
She shifted back in the seat, grabbing the sides. Her heavy breaths made her dress swoop low to expose her full tits. Her stare was haunting, and it branded my thoughts. I shook my head, needing her lure to stop imprisoning me. Father was expecting a woman used for profit, and her vise on my mind needed to be broken.
“Take off your dress and open your mouth,” I growled, unclasping my belt.
She rocked in the chair, struggling to remain steady as it swiveled. My gaze never left her as I unbuttoned my jeans. Pushing my pants and boxer to the floor, my hard cock bobbed free. Her trembling fingers finished pulling her dress off. Slowly, I unbuttoned my shirt, choosing to leave it on but fully unclasped. Her breasts bounced from her shaky breaths, and her pussy was slick. I wanted to squeeze her tits until they turned red and bruised.
“Tell me,Mo Cuishle, what is thrumming harder—your fearful heart or your needy cunt?” I asked, stroking my cock leisurely from tip to base.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and her face flushed red.
Not wanting her to actually respond, I stepped forward, moving to her side. Her mouth opened like a good girl, and I slapped the head of my cock on the flat of her tongue.
“I am going to take this mouth, and then, if you do a good job, I might fuck your pussy,” I grunted, readying myself for her hot embrace. “Suck.”
When I placed the tip of my cock against her mouth, she obediently wrapped her lips around me. I groaned from her quivering tongue. Not wanting to wait, I twisted her hair in my hand and thrust into her, making my balls bounce on her chin. The heat of my pleasure filled my chest, pushing free with soft pants and curse words.
“Right fucking there. That’s it,” I rasped, clutching her fragile throat.
I wanted her eyes watering from my brutal thrusts and relentless punishment. She needed to understand what she did to me. She needed to grasp the fact that, no matter where she went, I was the one who’d taken her and trained her.
“Look at him instead of me again, and I’ll hang you upside down while I fuck your throat,” I growled, and her moan vibrated my cock, making my shoulders sag. “You twisted dirty slut. You want that, don’t you?”
She paused her bobbing on my dick to quickly nod. A string of spit fell to the floor when I pulled out, stepping back to examine what belonged to me. Fire licked at my skin, and the need weighed heavily in my stomach. I wanted tears to flow down her face, but I wanted them to be in cries of pleasure, begging for me to stop because it felt too good. What I wanted was for Liam to hear the beautiful sounds she made as she screamed my name instead of his.
I grabbed Emily by the waist, making her jump, and lifted her in the air, shoving her onto the desk. I wanted to swipe my tongue over every inch of her. My hand ran up her leg, pausing at the soft hairs covering her shin.
