Glow (Glimmer and Glow #2)(10)

He’d known what Alice was doing at the castle night after night with Dylan Fall. But he hadn’t guessed this. It was one thing to experience the simmer of jealousy at the thought of Alice in another man’s bed. But what he was watching at the present moment flayed him down to the bone.

Her naked body rocked and shuddered as Fall took her from behind, her breasts bouncing at the crash of flesh against flesh. Fall’s possession wasn’t violent, but it was forceful. Precise. Total.

To think you ever thought you had a f*cking chance.

Her arms were suspended above her head on the frame between the two windows, but he could see the majority of her naked body through the glass. The skin over her ribs was stretched tight, her breasts a full, succulent contrast to her slender carriage. She was amazing; beyond even what he’d fantasized. But it wasn’t just her exposed body that held him spellbound. It was what he could see displayed on Alice’s face: the pure unadulterated lust and abandonment to the eroticism of the moment.

He thought he saw her wince as Fall became even more demanding. Thad started impulsively, nearly spilling forward onto the stone path and breaking his cover. Was Fall hurting her? He stilled, holding his breath, a snarl shaping his mouth.

No. His worries were for nothing. Alice reached between her thighs, still bracing herself with one hand, seeking the relief of release from intense pleasure, not pain.

No sooner had she buried her fingers between her thighs than Fall was grabbing her wrist and putting her hand back on the frame. Bastard, Thad thought, although his scorn didn’t begin to fracture his focus on the unfolding scene.

Then Fall’s hand was between her thighs, and he was thrusting powerfully again. A strange combination of respect and flaming jealousy tore through Thad. Fall had wanted to be the one to make her climax. Or he’d been worried about her getting hurt if she didn’t support her body adequately, as hard as he was taking her.

Or both, Thad acknowledged with a sinking feeling. It was bizarre and unprecedented for him to feel both sick and sharply aroused at once. Leave it to Alice.

Leave it to Fall, he thought bitterly. Why couldn’t Alice see how he was controlling her with his allure of power, money, and sex? He’d been learning a lot about Fall’s ruthlessness. His skill at manipulation. Everyone in the business community knew he was used to getting precisely what he wanted. Previously, Thad had respected that characteristic . . . until he’d understood Fall had set his sights on Alice Reed.

Fall’s hand moved faster between her thighs, and Alice tilted her head to the side. Thad could almost feel her peaking arousal. The night was pitch dark. Deep cloud cover remained after the storm, obliterating starlight. He could see the erotic tableau with surprising clarity in the lit large bay window. Alice’s eyes were shut, as if her entire consciousness had narrowed down to the sensation of Fall taking her by storm. Even at this distance, Thad sensed her focus was absolute. In mixed dread and fascination, he watched as her lush lips parted and her face went tight.

Distantly, he heard her high keen of pleasure.

The sound was like a sharp screw twisting straight through flesh and bone to his very core. Thad wasn’t sure how he survived that novel, distilled form of torture. But he stayed.

Until the bitter end.


*

HE was rocking her so hard, slaking his lust on her, pounding his essence into her deep. Alice wanted it. She loved it. At the same time, it was almost too much pleasure and emotion for her to withstand. It hurt in a way that was beyond pain, such a sweet, unbearable agony. She reached with one hand between her thighs, desperate to end it.

“Your job is to keep yourself steady,” she heard him rasp. Her eyelids sprung open. Both her palms pressed against the solid frame again. He removed his hand from her wrist and slid it down her belly between her thighs. His cock jumped inside her. She whimpered, arousal cutting at her, as he rubbed her lubricated clit.

“It’s mine to give you pleasure,” he added hotly near her ear as she crested.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

He thrust again. She turned her head to the side, the tense friction mounting with his hand and his pounding cock forcing a high cry from her throat. She climaxed, her raw emotional state and Dylan’s effect on her too powerful to suppress. She quaked as he continued to take her hard, hearing his tense erotic praise as if from a distance.

As she quieted, he slid his hands over her belly and ribs, firmly grasping her breasts in his hands. He slowed some in his possession of her. He molded her flesh to his palms. She sagged slightly against the wood frame, panting.

“I told you to watch in the window, Alice,” he said, his voice low, a rough threat that both aroused and soothed somehow. “I told you I wanted you to remember.”

She opened her eyes sluggishly, turning her head, seeking his image in the glass. His eyes were as black as the night outside the window. Still . . . she made out the glitter of lust in them, the spark of feral possession. His stance—one long leg planted on the floor, the other one bent, his foot on the bench next to her knees, only added to his aura of stark dominance.

“Tense your arms. Hold steady,” he said quietly, molding her breasts to his palms, his fingertips gliding over her rigid nipples, pinching them lightly, before he slid his hands to her hips. He waited until she’d firmed her sagging muscles, bracing herself for him. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he began to f*ck her again. He owned her in those moments, perhaps more than her past did. Her present.