weaknesses I can hold over him?”
“Why would I know his weaknesses? We only studied at the same college. Our classes weren’t even in the same department, so it’s not like we were close.”
“Interesting. I don’t know why I got the impression that you were, in fact, close. Maybe it was my imagination.”
“Could be.”
Akira pats my hand. “No worries. Although you didn’t help me, I’ll find his weakness in no time. It’ll be a fun challenge.”
My spine jerks upright and I force myself to relax so he doesn’t read my reaction.
If there’s anything I’ve learned about Akira after all these years, it’s that he makes it his mission to find other people’s weaknesses. It’s how he manages to step over them and get what he wants.
No one gets under Akira’s radar and escapes unscathed. He’s so similar to my father that way.
But I can’t try to persuade him out of it, because if he senses my interest in the matter, he’ll latch on to it.
“Good luck.”
He lowers his head and kisses my cheek as we reach the entrance. “Go ahead and change before our guests arrive.”
“You, too.” I smile as we go in separate directions. His room is on the eastern end and mine is on the west.
My room is simple with a king-sized bed in the middle and tall lamps on either side of it. The only personal item here is the sketchpad on the bedside table that I use whenever I need a breathing outlet.
I lean against the door and close my eyes the slightest bit, catching my breath.
It feels as if I haven’t been breathing properly since the moment my eyes fell on those tropical green ones. For a second, the past flashes before my eyes, but all I can think about is the last time I saw him.
Bleeding, feverish, and dying.
Slowly opening my eyes, I lift my hand, the same hand that Sebastian kissed, and stare at it in the light.
It still tingles, still feels as hot as his lips. I can imagine them on my skin, kissing, lingering as he holds me prisoner with his savage gaze.
I walk to the bed on unsteady legs and unzip my dress on the way, my breasts spilling free from the built-in bra as the material pools on the floor.
My skin feels so warm and sensitive that even the sensation of the air hitting it manages to cause discomfort.
I lie on the soft mattress and slip my tingling, hot hand that Sebastian kissed inside my panties.
My back arches off the bed as I rub my clit in slow circles.
I’m so wet that I soak my fingers in a second. It’s been such a long time since I got so aroused this fast. It feels foreign. New, even.
Or maybe I’m just projecting the past onto the present.
My pussy throbs as I slide my fingers through my folds while still stimulating my clit. Sparks of pleasure flood my starved core and I dig my teeth into the cushion of my bottom lip.
My nipples peak and I cup one with my free hand as I stare at the ceiling.
But it’s still not enough.
I close my eyes and let my imagination loose. Rough, calloused fingers pull on the tight peaks of my nipples, painfully twisting them.
A moan spills from my lips as he grabs both nipples and squeezes one between his lean fingers. Then he bites on the other one, trapping it between his teeth before he sucks it into his hot, wet mouth.
My moans and whimpers echo in the air, rising to a crescendo. It’s like I haven’t been this turned on in my entire life.
No.
I haven’t been this turned on in seven years.
And it’s all because of him.
The shadow I feel perching over me, his large, hard body squashing mine beneath him. He’s so huge, so much bigger than me.
He can hurt me.
Can ruin me.
My sticky inner thighs clench together at the thought and I thrust two fingers inside me, but in my fantasy, it doesn’t feel like them.
Not even close.
His huge cock pounds into me, stretching me until I’m whimpering and tears sting my lids. His harsh, unforgiving eyes peer into mine as he fucks me without mercy. As if he’s punishing me.
As if he wants to teach me a lesson.
I want him to kiss me, but I don’t think he’ll do it. So I just lie there, taking his punishment and the rough thrusts.
In my mind, my hand rests on his chest, feeling the stiff muscles rippling under my touch