it evoked.
A woman pleasing the man above her as he sat on a throne.
It was not how he wanted this to be.
He gripped the chair, fisting the scrolled carve of the wood as she opened his pants, tugging them down to free his dick from the confines maintaining his sanity. Her palm was soft as it slid against him, her fingers gripping him with a perfect amount of pressure.
“Like that, Love.” He pushed into her hand, trying to encourage her to continue, hoping she would lose interest in attempting more.
Her thumb brushed the tip of him, sliding through the slickness already collected there.
His lungs froze as she lifted the thumb to her lips and it disappeared between them.
Once again she was laying him low, knocking his feet out from under him, leaving him on shaky ground at best.
Sinking in quicksand at worst.
“Mona, please.” He was begging but at this point there was no way to tell what for.
He no longer wanted her to stop.
But taking from her was wrong. He was the one who needed to give. He was the one who had to repent for the sins of his father.
For the sins of them all.
He closed his eyes, trying to block it out. All of it.
The past. The present.
The lies. The truth he hid.
But the heat of her mouth ripped him back, lifted his lids, fisted his hands, and tightened his balls. He shouldn’t watch her. Shouldn’t find pleasure in the sight of her lips wrapped around him. Of her tongue sliding across him.
Of her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him.
The ache he’d been fighting was almost a pain, one he tried to ignore as she stroked him with her hands and mouth, each move the sweetest torture he tried not to bear.
She was a queen. One who should bow to no man.
And yet she was.
“Stop.” He tried to shove back but the chair was already against the wall, making it impossible to escape Mona or the painfully perfect act she was inflicting.
Her eyes lifted to him, the head of his dick sliding between her lips in a sight that snapped the thread of control he had.
Pierce pulled against the restraints, the old chair groaning as he did.
Mona leaned back a little, her eyes wide.
He lifted the chair, falling down against it with all the force he had, knocking the thin spindles of the arms loose and splitting the dried braces. He jerked one arm loose. Then the other, taking a few chunks of splintered wood with him as he stood, dragging Mona from the floor as he went.
“Enough.” He wrapped one arm around her waist, lifting her up and against him as he backed her toward the bank of cabinets in the center of the room. “You’ve had your fun.” He ran his nose along the side of hers as his hand went to the center of her thighs, finding her slick and hot. “I hope it was worth it.”
CHAPTER 16
HER BUTT BUMPED the tray holding Pierce’s cufflinks and cologne as he shoved her back, resting the cheeks of her ass on the smooth wood top as his fingers worked her clit. The height of the cabinets kept her feet off the floor, which meant Pierce’s body was the only thing she had to use for any sort of leverage in the situation.
And she most certainly wanted to have some leverage whenever Pierce was concerned.
Mona wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pulling him closer in a move that dragged a groan from his lips where they rested on her skin.
It was impossible to stop fighting him now that she knew what it gained her. He’d seen the real her. More times than she cared to admit.
She wanted the real him. To know that side of him as much as she knew the rest.
“You are wicked.” His free hand came to the back of her head, long fingers lacing in her damp hair before fisting tight. “A devil woman.”
“It’s your fault.” She hooked her ankles together, struggling to bring him against her. “You did this to me.”
It was the truth. He’d forced her hand in a way that she wasn’t upset about. While he struggled to be real, she struggled to be better.
He made her better.
Made her stronger. More confident.
More what she wanted to be.
Pierce’s thumb rested against the hardened nub he was intent on using against her as his fingers slid inside, stroking a spot that made her toes curl. It was