my hand to my tit, captures my fingers and clamps them on the tip, his breath hot when his mouth presses to my ear and demands, “Pinch it hard, the way I know you like it.”
And fuck. I do. My hips going wild over his lap, an electric tether between where I pinch myself and his hand that is still slowly driving me until I’m dripping on his fingers.
I spasm at the feel of it, complain when he pulls his hand free and in one swift move, flips me off his lap to lay over the leather couch, his broad shoulders catching me behind the knees to lift my ass from the couch.
Sliding his thumb into his mouth to wet it, he gives me no warning before reaching down to wrench my panties aside and jab it into my ass.
The cotton pulls tight at my pussy, rubbing harshly against my clit as I continue molesting my breast, pinching and pulling because I can see how much he likes it.
But then Ari dips his head, drags his nose along my clammy inner thigh and bites the soft flesh...hard.
I squeal and try to pull away, tears stinging my eyes, but he traps my hips between his hands, holding me in place as his thumb works the tight ring of my ass and his teeth punish a spot so sensitive that I clench my eyes shut with the pain, wet heat dripping from between my legs even more.
When his teeth let me go, he licks the mark and lifts his head, his deep voice reminding me of the night he fucked me senseless against a wall with my husband only feet away.
“I told you the day would come when I’d have you all to myself for hours to play.”
Yes, yes he did. And I’m ready for the worst of it.
An arrogant smirk stretches his cruel lips, the words coming next sending me crashing back to Earth like a fucking boulder driven deep into the dirt.
“It’s too fucking bad you’re not the girl I remember. That girl turned me on. That girl would have been interesting for the time it took to force her into submission. This one, this shell you became for your boring fuck of a husband?”
He shakes his head.
“She’s not enough to get me off. I’m not excited by well-behaved women who live their lives to schedule dinner parties, follow instructions and take a good beating when it’s dealt.”
My heart slams still with a painful thud, my fingers falling from my breast, the tears now hot and thick as he shoves my legs away and pushes up from the couch.
When he glances down at me, all I see is cruelty in his eyes. The humor gone. The lust.
Cold anger ices my veins, denial weaving a lazy trail through my mind. “That’s not true. I’m who I’ve always been.”
Even I don’t believe the words, but I say them anyway. It’s an empty argument, and he knows it.
His stare is so condescending it hurts.
“The fuck you are. The Adeline I used to know would have torn this place apart already. She would have tried to beat me down with anything she could find. She wouldn’t toss herself at fucking windows because she finds herself trapped somewhere. The person I watched for years was more alive than that. What you’ve become is pathetic.”
He leans over me planting one hand on the backrest of the couch and the other next to my head.
“You’ve given up everything that made you unique in this world.” Running a callous eye down my body and up again, he laughs and cocks his head, “but I guess you’re still a slut.”
Shoving away, he storms across the room, opens a drawer and grabs a set of keys, glancing back at me with such a dismissive stare that it stabs me in the stomach.
“Find who you really are, Adeline, and maybe I’ll want to play with you again.”
I scream at his back as he disappears down the hall leading to the elevator.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
The only response I get is the ding of the doors opening. The soft hum of the motor when they close again, and he’s gone.
Tears stream down my face, my body bristling with barely restrained rage.
How fucking dare he?
Even more than the anger is the shame I feel, the truth of it slithering inside me like venomous snakes.
Ari isn’t wrong in what he said to me. And the evidence of that is in his penthouse, the