Luck of the Devil (The Forge Trilogy #2)(14)

But that can all wait until I don’t have my naked wife in my arms who forbade me from fucking up her roll.

“Ace in the hole. I like that one,” I tell her absently as I lift her higher so I can finally pull one nipple into my mouth and suck.

“Oh God, that feels so good.” Indy rocks, rubbing her slick pussy and that little silver piercing against my abs as my dick presses snug against her ass crack. Where she’s a virgin.

Never in my life have I been so turned on by the idea of being the one to take a woman’s virginity—any kind of virginity. But with Indy . . . things are different.

As soon as this is over, she’ll be determined to forget me and everything that happened between us, and I have a feeling I’ll be doing the opposite. I’ll hold on to every memory, jacking myself into oblivion as I try to forget this woman.

“You’re going to come just by rubbing that tight little cunt against me while I do this.” I bite down on the nipple closest to my mouth and scrape it with my teeth.

“Oh . . .” Indy moans, rocking harder, like she’s already chasing an orgasm. “More.”

I switch nipples, scraping, biting, tugging, and sucking on the other one until her whimpers fill the shower stall and the slickness on my abs has nothing to do with the water pouring from the fixtures in the shower.

“I can’t—” She bucks against me. “I need more.”

“I’ll give you what you need,” I tell her, sliding my hand around one ass cheek to press the pad of my index finger against her asshole.

“Oh God. Oh God. Yes.”

I slide my fingers up further to sweep back the wetness soaking her pussy and use it to lube up the clenched muscle trying to keep me out.

“I’m going to finger-fuck your tight little asshole. Don’t try to keep me out.”

“Please!”

Another surge of blood rushes to my dick at her cry. I push through the resistance, and her ass opens for me like a damn miracle.

Indy’s pleas turn to screams as her whole body convulses with pleasure. Her asshole tightens around my finger, signaling wave after wave of her orgasm. When her body finally goes limp and her legs fall from around my waist, I pull my finger free and lower her until her feet touch the tile floor.

“No. Don’t put me down. I can’t—”

She doesn’t have to say it twice. I sweep her up into my arms, holding her like a treasured bride I’m about to carry over the threshold.

But I didn’t do that, because I was never supposed to feel anything about her other than the satisfaction I’d get from achieving my goals.

With her cheek resting against my chest, I wonder if it’s even possible to undo how badly I’ve fucked up this situation.

“Time for bed.”

She nods, and I move us out of the spray, shouldering open the door.

“It’s cold,” Indy protests, and I grab the robe she wouldn’t take before.

In the dim light of the bathroom, her features look lazy and relaxed as I settle her on her feet, wrap the robe around her, and tuck her arms into the sleeves before tying the belt.

“You need water.”

She tries to step out of my hold, but I lift her again, loving the weight of her in my arms because she’s real and solid and mine. Even if it’s only for tonight. Part of me wants to thank de Vere for his fuckup, because it’s a gift that I won’t squander.

I lay her on the massive bed and pull the coverlet up over her exposed toes before grabbing a bottle of water and removing the cap. As she sips, I realize her hair is soaking through her pillow.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

I head for the bathroom and grab a thick towel, and also the candle I lit for God only knows what misguided reason. But I saw the way she looked at it, and I liked it.

With the flickering flame safely on the nightstand, I wrap the towel around her hair and squeeze out as much of the water as I can.

“It’s going to be a mess in the morning,” Indy mumbles.

“Quit worrying.”

Her eyes open and she looks at me. “We already know how this is going to end. You stonewalling and refusing to tell me anything. Then I’ll get pissed and walk away.” Her tone sounds so matter-of-fact, like there’s no other possible option.

Bullshit. I’ll find another option.

“You don’t know that,” I tell Indy as her eyes drift closed again.

“Yes, I do. Because you won’t ever bend or change. You don’t know how, Forge. You always get your way, even if it means bulldozing anything standing in your path.” She shifts to lay her cheek on the pillow. “But I don’t much like being flattened. So that means I have to get out of your way before you crush me.” A tear leaks from one eye and trickles down the smooth, tanned skin of her face.

Knowing what I know about MDMA, the words she’s speaking are what she believes are the absolute truth. And maybe she’s right. I am a bulldozer. I don’t let anything or anyone stop me from achieving my goals. I’ve never considered the human cost before, but Indy’s sad statement makes me picture it much too vividly.

Is closing this deal worth destroying her?

Before I can answer that question, Indy tugs at the tie of the robe and kicks at the blankets.

“I’m hot, and I want you to eat my pussy.”