the promise inherent in them was enough to make my heart skip a beat.
I should be wanting out of this place, out of this man’s life, his world. And yet, the things he made me feel? I was hungry for them. Greedy for them. Having never experienced them before, having never even imagined the power of what a man and a woman could share together, I wanted to explore it all with this unique creature who’d made me feel these wonderful things.
I didn’t want to leave here even though I knew he was dangerous. Though, I knew his ‘colleagues’ were vile human beings.
Finn was, too, really.
Hadn’t he manipulated me into being here?
Hadn’t he used my secret meetings with my father for his own gain?
And yet, as he cleansed my pussy with a tenderness that almost made my eyes swim with tears, I had to wonder if I was dealing with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde here.
How could the same man be capable of two separate types of behavior?
When I was clean, he switched off the shower, grabbed a towel from the swanky heated radiator, and wrapped it around me before he grabbed a shorter one for my hair.
“Dry it and watch,” he ordered me, surprising me into stillness until I figured out what he was doing.
The water came on, and this time, he cleaned himself. I watched him soap up all that hard muscle, watched the tendons in his arms flex as he washed his hair. I saw his throat move as he rinsed those silky black locks after shampooing it, and then, his hand went to his cock.
I released a moan as he began to jack off.
My pussy clenched, feeling so goddamn empty as I watched him find pleasure in his fist.
Fuck! That should be my hand. He should let me do that to him, even if I didn’t really have a clue what to do to give him so much pleasure.
His eyes were glittering again as he stared at me from under dark brows, and I could tell my response excited him. His skin flushed red at his cheekbones, and his stomach muscles clenched as I realized his climax was approaching.
“Do you want my cum in your mouth?” he asked, his voice husky.
Shaken by the question, I was left wondering what the fuck was wrong with me because my answer was a hoarse, “Yes.”
He smirked at me, and it was arrogant enough to make me want to hit him. Only, I didn’t. When he told me to get on my knees, I didn’t even give a damn about the cold tiles against my joints, didn’t give a fuck that I was getting cold from not having dried off properly. All I could think about was having his cock in my mouth again.
“Open wide,” he directed, and I did, I even stuck out my tongue slightly, and he tapped the crest of his shaft against it. My mouth watered at the taste of him. Last night, it had been kind of gross, but now I knew what it represented, and I wanted it.
I wanted every drop.
He laid his shaft there and gritted out, “Don’t fucking move. Just watch me come. Swallow. Every. Fucking. Drop.”
The way he ground out the words was almost like he was in pain. After last night, I knew what that variance of pain felt like, and I almost empathized with him. Then, his cock spurted, and his seed drenched my mouth. I quickly swallowed, not wanting to waste a drop by gagging on having too much liquid in my mouth.
With a grunt, he tugged at his shaft, milking himself dry.
I was trembling by the time he finished, and when he brushed his shaft around my lips like he was applying lipstick, I couldn’t even find it in myself to care.
For the first time in my life, I was in lust. Head over heels with it. It couldn’t have been at a worse time, couldn’t have been with a man more wrong for me than Finn, and yet, my body had spoken.
For however long he wanted me, I was his.
Chapter Eight
Finn
With a cup of coffee in my hand, I leaned against the doorjamb of my bedroom.
As expected, the mice that were Aidan’s clean-up crew had infiltrated my home and the evidence that had sullied my salon had disappeared while we’d slept.
The hall-long blood stain had been cleansed away, even the stains on my upholstered dining chair.
Even though the architect had gone, even though traces of his