Richer Than God - Amelia Wilde Page 0,35

of a monster with every second I touch her.

And I’m not going to stop myself.

The reality of this seems to sink in. Fingers were a fucking walk in the park.

“What do I do?” she whispers.

I unbutton my jacket and fling it over a chair, then the cuffs of my sleeves, and then I roll them up so they’re out of my way. “Impress me.”

“But what if—” Her sentence dissolves into whimpers as I twist my hands into her perfect hair and drag her across the floor to my bed. Yes. I’ve spent every moment since I first saw her waiting to do this, and now the door is locked behind us and there are no witnesses. It makes my blood heat to throw her onto the covers and turn her over, shoving her hands up above her head. I’ve successfully torn away her pretense too. She’s panting, wide-eyed, gorgeous. “Please—”

“Please what?” I snap. “Did you come here for candles and flowers, or did you come here because you wanted to be a whore?”

Tears glint at the corners of her eyes. “Because I wanted to be a whore,” she admits in a clear voice.

My cock has been aching for hours, and now a drop of precum leaks out against my boxers. No turning back now. “And now look at you.” I put both hands at the neckline of her dress and tear it in two. The delicate lace underneath is another invitation to destroy, so I do. The fabric coming away leaves red marks on her skin.

A pressure grows behind my ribcage. It’s something deeper than want. More animal. And if I let myself feel it for Brigit, she won’t survive. So instead of letting it free, I lean down and bite one of her breasts. She gasps then pinches her lips shut.

“I said impress me. Show me how much you love this.”

“I…” I take her nipple in my teeth and increase the pressure by increments until she’s squirming, trying to get away. “I can’t.”

“Fake it,” I growl into her ear. “You said you weren’t naïve, sweetheart. Show me you’re not.”

Her moan this time is tinged with fear, and I reward her for it by teasing her other nipple with my teeth until the sound is very nearly authentic, a delicious cross between pain and pleasure. Brigit has her thighs clamped tight. She’s no match for me. I spread them open and deliver a slap to her thighs. Another gasp, another moan. I’m dying to fuck her. I’m so hard it hurts. Every move I make scrapes the sensitive head of my cock against fabric in a torturous tease. I bite her shoulder next, then taste the inside of her wrist.

Fingers between her legs confirm what I suspected from the way she’s writhing on the bed.

Brigit is very, very wet.

I drag two fingers through her juices and push them into her mouth. She tries to say something around them, but all I can feel is the rough slide of her tongue and the drag of her breath. “Make me believe it.”

She’s still trying to argue—or beg, I don’t fucking care, and I care too much—so I shove the fingers back until she gags. And that—that—is what coaxes another moan out of her. I feel it from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes, nerves lighting up every inch of the way. I haven’t been this alive since my head went through that window. I haven’t been this close to dying either. Circuit overload. Brigit gets into it, sucking harder on my fingers while she thrusts her hips up into the air. Her moan breaks apart, and something inside me snaps too.

My vision goes dark around the edges, the beat of my heart drowning out everything except the panting whimper she’s making. I pull my fingers out of her mouth unceremoniously so they’re not blocking the sound. Real, fake—it doesn’t matter anymore.

I believe it.

I reach for my zipper and shove layers of fabric out of the way, and then I shove her out of the way, pinning her back on the bed and pushing her legs up toward her chest. Brigit’s still making little noises, still trying her very best, and I can’t see anything but how glistening she is. How fucking perfect and pretty. How ready she is to be destroyed.

She’s helpless in my hands, and I edge myself against her opening. Brigit blushes again, pink reaching all the way down to her belly button. I enter