The Peer and the Puppet (When Rivals Play, #1) (111)

In reality, Ever didn’t touch me or utter a goddamn word, but boy, did he look his fill. Hiding my disappointment, I hooked my fingers in my panties to remove them when he finally spoke.

“No.”

Pushing from the wall, he crossed the space and cupped my hips with warm hands. They roamed up my side, making me shiver until he reached my bra. His scent calmed me like wildflowers on a summer day or the ocean on a calm night.

“Look at me.”

I hadn’t realized until that moment that I had been gazing at his T-shirt-clad chest. When I met his gaze, he unhooked my bra and gently slid it down my arms. My panties were next, and when they laid discarded on the floor, he dropped to a crouch.

“Yesterday, when I touched you, I thought I’d go crazy.” His voice was soft and filled with awe as he gazed at my bare pussy. “When did you do this?”

“A couple of weeks ago.” I was amazed that there was still not a single hair there.

He placed a tender kiss there and then ran a finger through my lips. “So soft.”

I almost fell over when he hooked my leg over his shoulder without warning. I shoved my fingers into his hair and held on as he ate me. The friction from the warm metal circling my clit intensified until I was a gasping, crying mess. My legs shook when he released me and stood. I watched as he reached behind him to grip his shirt by the collar and pull it over his head. His body was a sculpted work of art. I wanted to see more of him.

When I reached out to undo his belt, he snapped, “Don’t touch me.”

My ire quickly returned. “You can touch me, but I can’t touch you?”

“Please.”

I swallowed. It would be hard, but I could do it.

“I want to see you.”

I restrained myself from running a finger down his abs while he looked as if he was having an internal battle. When the fight ended, his only response was to push me until I was flat on my back. He wouldn’t look me in the eye. Honey gold darkened as he stared between my legs.

“Show me your pussy.”

I did as he demanded.

“Touch yourself.”

I did that too and was delighted when he undid his belt and slid it free. I grew alarmed, however, when he folded it in half. “I’m tempted to use this on you.” My hand fell from my clit and dropped onto the bed. “Don’t stop,” he ordered, but it sounded strangely like a plea. The belt fell from his hand onto the floor, and I resumed pleasuring myself.

He swiftly kicked his jeans aside, leaving him in black boxers.

“Ever, I—” Words were lost as the pleasure built.

“Keep going, princess. I want you wet and ready for me.”

He shed his boxers, and for the first time, I saw all of him. A whimper escaped me as I debated if he would even fit. Luckily, he didn’t allow time for my fear to build. With a condom in hand, he moved between my legs before ripping open the wrapper with his teeth and sliding the rubber down his swollen cock. He then lowered his body on top of mine. Taking my chin in hand, he held my gaze.

“Whatever I want, right?”

“Yes.”

My breath caught when he found my entrance and pushed inside. Deeper and deeper, he buried his length inside of me, but when the pain intensified, I planted my hands on his abs to stop him. Gently, he took my wrists and placed them above my head before plunging the rest of the way inside me.

Head thrown back and body arched, I cried out. I could feel him watching and waiting for the moment when he could move. It wasn’t long before the pain ebbed and throbbing between my legs made me hungry for more.

“Fuck me.”

He didn’t waste time, pulling back and driving into me over and over until I was delirious. The sound of our bodies coming together mingled with animalistic grunts and desperate moans.

Too long had we waited for this.

“You feel like you’re mine,” he growled in my ear. “Are you mine?”

“I’m yours.”

“That can’t be true,” he taunted. “My girl would do what she’s told.” Shifting onto his knees, he held me down with his hands on my waist and pounded into me. I was willing to obey his every command as long as he kept giving me his cock. Just as I was ready to tell him so, he sat back on his haunches and lifted me onto his lap. Hands planted on my hips, he slowly lifted me up and down on his length. It took some getting used to, but before long, I could feel the familiar pressure building inside me.

“I’m going to come.”

“Come with me, princess.”

“I never meant to hurt you,” I cried just before shattering in his arms. His release wasn’t far behind. The sound of his grunt and the feeling of him jerking inside me had me coming apart for the second time.

He fell back onto the bed, taking me with him. I could hear his heart racing as we fought to catch our breath.

“Ever?”

“Yeah?”

I lifted my head and met his eyes and even though the room was dark I still saw the pain in them. “You can’t go back now. What will you do?”

He was silent for so long that I didn’t think he’d answer but then he said, “Let her go and hope that she’s happy.” Feeling guilty, I laid my head on his chest to avoid his gaze and rationalized that I couldn’t truly hear his heart shatter.