Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Now I interrupt because I can’t let my anger go unregistered. “Why do you only partially regret screwing over Madi?” I demand.
“Protecting Brick from any and all threats to his company is my job. Especially if he’s lost perspective because he’s thinking with his dick—or his heart as the case turned out to be.”
It’s weird to hear Billy Billions speak of anyone’s heart. I wouldn’t think he even knew the organ exists.
“So I don’t regret my impulse to expose any threats. But I do regret that I was mistaken about the direction of the threat, and I hurt them both.”
Hmm. That implies he cares about Madi’s feelings now. That would be a change. Madi still doesn’t trust him, but I believe him.
“But back to you.” He starts to massage the heel of my hand–the one he has bent behind my back. His thumb kneads the aching muscles in my palm. Wow. Who knew my fingers were so achy from painting yesterday?
“Go on.” I’m not sure if I’m encouraging his observations or his touch.
“I think you suspect—and you’d be right—” he arches a sexy brow– “that I can deliver on every fantasy you’ve ever had about giving up control. You want to know what it’s like to be tied up by me.”
He abandons massaging my hand and slides his large palm lightly over my butt cheek. The heat of his skin registers through my shorts and fishnets. “Blindfolded in my bed.” He squeezes my ass. “Cuffed to my ceiling.” His touch lightens again, and I sense one finger trace the seam of my ass cheeks. Somehow, he hooks one finger to burrow between them, exactly over my anus.
The sensitive nerve endings there respond to the stimulation. Tension coils in my core.
“You want me to pull you across my lap and spank this gorgeous ass until it’s hot to the touch.”
Oh dear lord. I’m going to come again.
He must sense it because I note the smugness creeping into his expression. He goes on, mercilessly. “You want to know what it’s like to be held down while I fuck you hard.”
I find myself breathless, staring into his pale gray eyes. So far, he’s dead on.
He brings his other hand to the front of my hips, between our bodies. The moment he cups me from the front, stimulating both my anus and clit at the same time, I go off.
My hips buck, and I gasp. I’d lose my balance except I’m sandwiched between his strong arms. It’s hardly anything–he’s not moving his fingers. Not rubbing or circling. He’s just applying pressure to both places and making me come like I’ve never been touched before.
He leans his head forward and bites my neck, a little too hard.
I jerk at the sensation.
The bulge of his cock tents his trousers and presses against my belly. I’m about to reach for it and give him pleasure in return, but the smug bastard gloats, “A little over sixty seconds, but still, here we are again.”
I’d push away, but I don’t want it to stop.
Now he starts to slowly slide the fingers cupping my pussy up and down, stroking over my clothes. An aftershock rolls through me like a wave of pleasure washing up on the beach.
“I think you want to have control taken from you so you don’t have to be in charge for a change. You’re a highly capable, intelligent, and creative powerhouse who has been moving mountains all by herself, probably from a young age. You want someone else to take the lead for a change.”
That makes my eyes sting. Maybe he does really see me. Until this moment, I believed he only saw what I wanted him to see. The bad-ass best friend of the girl he screwed over. The one who was going to make him pay for his sins.
Now I’m suddenly exposed. Wondering how and when he peeked past my fortress of defenses to see a real person, not a caricature.
The finger between my ass cheeks presses in with a slow pulse. I grind against his hand in front.
“You want to pretend you’re at my mercy while knowing you’re safe.” He lifts his head and catches my gaze. I suspect my eyes are glassy because it’s hard to focus on his handsome face. “Aubrey, you can trust if you say no at any point, I’ll respect it.”
Now he’s not observing me, he’s offering something.
“I propose a mutually beneficial arrangement. You retain your right to all your scorn and disdain for me while still submitting to pleasure at my hands.” He gives another delicious rub of his fingers between my legs and another ripple of pleasure releases. “I guarantee your sexual satisfaction, your physical and emotional safety, and an absence of any commitment or a relationship.”
Billy
Something in Aubrey’s scent turns sour. I catch a flash of anger in her brown eyes.