slit.
“Ready to get fucked?” he said against her neck, and then bit her hard enough that she gasped out in pain, but ground herself harder down on him.
God, how could he go again so quickly after just coming?
“Yeah, you’re so fucking ready.”
And then he did just that, fucked her hard and angrily, and let loose all of the frustration of the day.
It was incredible.
21
Two days later
Rian paced the length of the living room, his scotch glass filled with the amber colored liquor, and annoyance over tonight filling him. After getting the phone call about some potential clients backing out of a multi-million dollar deal, he had gotten yet another text from Beatrice basically bitching him out like a jealous girlfriend because she had been notified he was out with another woman.
He’d ignored that message, the same way he had done when he was out with Sorcha shopping. Beatrice was taking this to a whole new level of insanity. What he did was not her concern, and one of the reasons he had ended things so quickly was because of her possessive attitude toward him. He had never told her he wanted anything more than sex, and at the time she had been all about it, had even propositioned him for it.
But after only a few days of seeing her on a near constant nightly basis, she started acting like they were a couple. Sleeping with her and taking her out to dinner a few times did not constitute for more than a fuck relationship.
He scrubbed a hand over his hair and breathed out. He walked over to the window and stared at the city below. The tux he wore felt constricting and suffocating, and he reached up and started to loosen his bowtie. A soft sound from behind him had Rian glancing over his shoulder and staring at Sorcha. She was wearing the black lacy dress he had chosen for her, and to say she looked gorgeous was an understatement.
The dress was loose, but formed to her curves well enough that it accented them instead of hiding them. The hairdresser he had called in had put her black locks in an up-do, and the slender column of her neck drew attention to her delicate collarbones and cleavage that just hinted at her sexuality. It was a sexy gown, and she made it look so fucking good.
He turned fully around and tossed back the rest of his drink before setting the glass down on the table. Moving toward her, he forced himself not to get wood, because he could control himself, or at least he tried to when around her.
“Sorcha, you look stunning.” He stopped in front of her and lowered his gaze down the length of her body. When he looked back at her face he saw her cheeks were red. “I’ve embarrassed you.”
She glanced down and nodded. “Yeah, a little bit, I guess.”
“Why?” He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted her head up so she had to look at his face.
“Why do you embarrass me?” she asked softly.
He nodded.
“Because I’ve never been dolled up like this before, worn clothes that cost more than my salary, and had a man look at me the way you are looking at me.”
He stared into her light amber colored eyes, and the need to kiss her rose up like a violent monster inside of him. He leaned down and kissed her softly, letting her know that he could be a gentleman when the time called for it. For the last couple of days he had been thinking about what she had said in the car after he had taken her into the city for shopping.
But he admitted to himself that these last few days had changed something inside of him concerning her. He looked at her, felt this warmth move in his veins, and hated that he hadn’t been strong enough to keep this at a professional level, well, as professional as the contract allowed.
He hadn’t wanted any emotional attachment, and despite knowing that he was letting himself get more involved with her than what he had originally planned, Rian also couldn’t deny that he’d felt something for her before she signed this agreement.
“What was that for?” she asked softly when he pulled away from her.
“Because I wanted to kiss you, Sorcha, and because you look gorgeous.” He cupped her face in his hands. Her skin was luminescent, and the make-up she wore wasn’t gaudy or obvious, but natural