He laughs against me and wiggles deeper still before lifting his head. He works another finger inside, stretching me.
Unable to help it, my hips move.
Up and down.
Straining in the air.
Desperate.
He shifts, his large frame blocking out the moonlight. “I think I’m going to like fucking your tight ass.”
“No, never,” I pant.
“You’ll see.” He leans over and whispers, “Look at how you’re fucking yourself on my fingers. Maybe we should get you something to fill your ass so you don’t forget me.” He nips my jaw. “I don’t want you forgetting how dirty this feels.”
I can’t help groaning and pushing back, grinding my hips to increase the way his fingers move inside me.
“Do you think you’d like that, Cat?” His breath is hot and intimate in my ear. “Wearing a plug while we’re talking to the crew, feeling it move inside you as you walk. Making you think about my cock in your ass.”
“Yes.” The word a pant. “Yes.”
He presses so I’m lifted, and then he strikes me, full and hard across my pussy.
I scream, bucking into his hand at the fiery burn.
He does it again.
And again.
I can’t keep quiet. I’m moaning and crying out, begging. But instead of feeling shame, I’m hungry for more.
He twists his fingers, now buried deep, and slaps me full against the mound.
“I’ve been dreaming about smacking this cunt. You respond just the way I hoped, just how I knew you would.”
Pressure builds, and I’m pumping my hips, wild and wanton and reckless.
He strikes again, and the orgasm bursts over me.
I cry out, twisting as the powerful contractions overtake me.
He pushes me down so his finger twists and turns inside me. He rubs my clit faster and faster until another wave hits me.
I’m shaking all over, making crazy, inhuman sounds.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispers in my ear. “Fucking come all over me, Catarina.”
I can barely see straight as the tremors wrack my body, and I chase the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, throwing every single thing I have into it.
When it finally ends, I collapse, breathing fast and furious, my body satiated and hungry all at once.
Something catches in my throat, and the words are out before I can stop them. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” I whisper into the darkness.
“I’d kill to slide my cock inside you right now.”
“Then why didn’t you want to stay?”
He pulls back and looks down at me. “I’m going to fuck you. It’s not if, but when.”
My throat is tight. I don’t understand one thing about this. “What are you waiting for?”
He smiles. “I’m waiting for you.”
“But I’m here, right now.”
“I haven’t gotten what I want yet.”
What else can I possibly give? I clutch at his shirt, never wanting to let go. “I don’t understand.”
“You will.” He kisses me, long and deep, and I can taste myself all over him. He releases my mouth. “And when you do, I’ll ruin you.”
I close my eyes. “I don’t feel satisfied.”
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
“Why not?”
“Because good little girls never are.” His fingers twitch inside me.
I blink up at him. “That was depraved.”
“Catarina, we’re just getting started.”
15
Cat
I’m composed.
Sitting at my desk, working diligently.
Not thinking about Caden.
Or last night.
Or the things he did to me in that car.
Nope, I’m not thinking about any of those things.
Not even a little bit.
An image of my wanton behavior flashes vivid and bright, my desperate greediness filling my brain. My stomach dips, and I go hot all over.
I fan my face, attempting to cool myself down.
’Cause I’m not thinking about that.
I’m working.
“Hey.”
I about jump out of my chair and my head shoots up to see Gwen standing in the doorway.
“Oh, hi.” I wave and knock over an empty coffee mug. It clatters to the floor, rolling across the wood before tittering to a stop. I bolt out of my chair and snag it before sitting back down and plastering a bright smile to my face. “What’s up?”
Gwen raises a brow and gets that expression on her face—all sly. “Looks like the real question is, what’s up with you?”
“Me?” I place a hand to my heart. “Nothing. I’m working. Do you need something?”
Gwen stares at me, silent.
And of course, Caden walks up behind her.
My skin flushes about ten shades of red, and I go on the defensive by yelling, “What? What do you want?”
Like Gwen’s, his brows rise, and he smirks. “I’m surprised you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
I scowl at him furiously. “I didn’t! I’m trying to get some work