Cold hearted, p.13
Cold-Hearted, page 13
"Sounds good to me." I didn't want it slow. Slow was romance, and Jacob and I were far from that. This was about fucking.
I didn't get the chance to look at my surroundings before he filled my sight and then my mouth with more of his tongue.
The taste of him was enough to make me forget everything but him. I was riding a high, soaking in his scent and bathing myself in his heady virility. His consistent growls told me I was the subject of this hunger—the balm for the ache that was growing between us.
He leaned upon a forearm and used the other hand to cradle one of my breasts just before he bent down and bit the tip. He licked my tip through my dress. My pussy clenched.
This was slow?
He looked up with all the wildness he'd been holding back. Then he jerked himself off the bed and yanked me up. "Dress. Off. Now." His fingers were at the hem of my garment before he'd finished his command. I lifted my arms and let him steal the garment from me. It barely hit the floor before he spun me around and bent me over.
My core was wet. Jacob yanked my panties down to my ankles and then ran his palms over my flesh, grunting like a wild animal as he kneaded and fisted the globes of my ass.
Then he spread me and released a breath. “Would you fucking look at this.” With my cheek pressed into the mattress I knew he wasn’t talking to me. I couldn’t see anything. All I could do was feel. I mewled as he ran a finger though my soaked heat and worried my clit.
Shock rippled through me as he played between my folds, spreading me and dipping a finger into my entrance before rubbing the hood of my pleasure over and over again.
Then he let me go. “Stay like that.”
Obeying came easy. I clenched the bedding as I anticipated his next move. The ringing of his belt buckle coming undone heightened my awareness until my ears were able to pick up the faint sounds of him undoing the buttons of his shirt and sliding off his body.
Something hard and solid slid up my butt just before Jacob folded himself over me. He nuzzled his cock against me as his fingers found my heat again. He tortured me between my legs with soft pets and wet slaps. My mind spun with lust and wonder.
He breathed into my ear. “I own you.”
My stomach dropped. “No.”
“Hm. We’ll revisit that.”
I turned my head enough to meet his eyes. “Five years from now, the answer will still be the same. You don’t own me.”
He smiled. “I’m going to make you eat those words. Then I’m going to make you shout.” He dipped a finger inside me and curled in a way that shot my pulse through the roof. “This is mine. You may not know it now, but you’ll know it after tonight.” He removed his finger.
I bit my lip hard to hold myself back from begging for more. The man was a sensual sorcerer, casting a deeper spell of need with ever thrust, conjuring a dangerous yearning that only he could satisfy.
He flipped me over, and I became addicted. The sun's final notes were drifting away, but enough of the orange rays caught the contours of his skin. His tan brawn and corded thighs made my mouth water and drenched my loins. His thick flesh hung between us, and I knew what was in store for the rest of my life.
Obsession.
The need to see everything had me reach over to switch on the nightstand. The pale light banished the shadows that were creeping in the room and emphasized the man's dominance before me. I would never love Jacob, but my body would demand him. I knew this just as much as he did. Confidence was written in every part of his face, leaving me without a shred of doubt that I was in for a delicious awakening.
“Spread your legs.”
My thighs moved on their own accord.
Jacob dropped to his knees, grabbed my ankles, and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He ran his hands up and down my inner thighs as he stared at my bare fold. “Show me what’s mine.”
Enraged, I tried to shut my legs, but he pinned my knees down. Fire flared in my blood. “You wish.”
“I don’t make wishes, Gabriella. They’re a waste of time.” His fingers held my folds apart. “When I want something, I take it.” That was all the warning I got before he buried his head into my snatch.
He slid up my crack and tongued my clit. He sucked and lapped. Tapped and tugged and then sawed his tongue deep inside before doing it all again and again.
I was drowning in satisfaction. My hand managed to grip Jacob's hair right before my orgasm crashed into me. My voice soared until my throat burned, until my limbs trembled, and my vision blurred. Riding his face through the intense experience felt natural. High passion fused with deep pain. It was the accumulation of all the feelings I’d had for this man over the years.
As I climbed out of the euphoric state, Jacob rose over me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and dragged me up the bed, moving me like a rag doll. He'd spent me, but I was very excited about what was going to happen next. I was a kid in a candy store where this man was concerned.
I needed to touch and experience everything he had to offer, and I didn’t want him to hold anything back.
“Do I own you yet?” he asked.
“No.” But his words didn’t evoke anger this time. I laughed. I felt floaty as if he’d drugged me. My post-orgasm state was the best feeling in the world. “Wow. I should have been doing this a long time ago.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Doing what?”
“This. Sex. It’s nice. So far.” I wiggled my brows.
He either missed my humorous challenge or chose to ignore it. Squeezing me to his chest, he asked, “And who do you imagine you would have had this experience with?”
“With you.” Was there any other option?
His expression softened at the confusion on my face. Then he dragged me up once more. My head hit the pillow right before his lips latched onto mine. The taste of me on him, of us together, roused a feeling of rightness within me.
Fear tightened my belly.
He lifted his head, and I saw the possession that burned in his eyes. I could tell him whatever I wanted, but he would always think I belonged to him.
Why didn’t that make me feel bad? “Spread your legs for me.”
My thigh muscles twitched, and I bit my lip. “I can’t feel my legs.”
He laughed as she braced an elbow on the bed before running his other hand over my thighs. He bent my knee and pushed it over to the side. Then he did the same with my other leg and settled himself in the middle. I wanted to touch him, to stroke his jaw, and run my fingers over his lips, but the gesture would be too intimate.
When his gaze became too much for me, I turned away.
The rules I was formulating in my head fled at the first brush of his cock against my clit. “It’s going to hurt the first time.”
“I know.” But so far, everything he’d done made me feel good, so I trusted him. My arms went around his shoulders.
“Look at me.”
I shook my head.
He shifted his hips in dance, running himself up and down the center of my womanhood, getting himself slick and ready. The friction was so good that my body began to chase for it. My body started moving with him, countering his strokes, and grinding up.
His breathing got shallow. “Look at me. I want you to look at me.”
“Jacob… Shut up.” I was getting close again and needed to concentrate.
He laughed. Then his hands were on my chin. He turned my head, and my eyes opened. “This is part of sex. I need to know how you’re feeling. The eyes hide the secrets of the soul.”
I knew that. I didn’t want to give Jacob access to my soul, just my vagina, particularly that spot this finger had been brushing earlier. My eyes fluttered closed. “Jacob…” I picked up the speed, but he lifted his hips away from me and out of reach. I snapped. “Please.”
“You’ll get my cock if I get your eyes.”
Flicking my eyes open, I glared. “Happy?”
The answer came from his hips. His body came back down, and he pulled back and nudged me open. I clung to him as he began to spear me open, poking and pushing until the head was inside. I felt myself take him, and then he sank deeper.
It was good until it stung. The burn came. My breath hitched, and my walls clamped down as I tried to get away.
Jacob shook in the gasp. He caged my face in his hands as he looked at me. “Be still.” It was the craze in his features that made me stiffen. “Gabriella, you…” He took another shuddering breath. “God, you feel so good.”
I couldn’t say the same about him, but I knew the pain would pass.
A moment passed, and when the exchanging of breaths became intolerable, I said, “We should talk about something.”
He blinked. “Like what?” His voice was gruff with arousal. Maybe talking was a bad thing, but so was staring into his eyes.
“Nice weather we’re having. I like it here.”
His mood was unreadable, but he ran the pads of his fingers against my cheek and whispered, “I like it here too.”
My heart leaped in my chest as if it were trying to take hold of his words and interpret them to mean something they shouldn’t. I closed my eyes.
“Eyes on me.”
I opened them. “You’re bossy.”
He smiled. “It comes with the job.”
“Stop touching me like this.” His fingers were confusing me.
“Touching you is part of the arrangement.” He kissed my protest away and rocked his hips.
The pain was gone, but it didn’t feel especially useful until a minute later. He buried his cock inside me. Delight danced across my nerves. Rolling his hips, he pushed deeper. I flung my legs over his back, and then we were fucking.
We attacked each other with our mouths as our lower halves made wet slapping noises. Every hit was a punch to my sanity as it hit me in that place that was setting my soul on fire. I craved more, and he gave it. I cried in his mouth, and he took it. I grappled for my climax.
And he gave it to me with a whisper, “Come. Now.”
Scrambling against the sheets, I came in a shower of wonder and bright lights.
The stars couldn’t touch me. For a few seconds, my home became the galaxy. I burned like the sun and existed in a state of completion.
Jacob sawed between my legs and broke a minute later. He stiffened his spine with a low grunt and curse and dumped his hot fluid into my body. My name flowed from his lips in soft chants before he bowed his head and kissed me.
SIXTEEN
JACOB
The term “pussy whipped” came to mind as I continued to fuse my mouth with the woman I was still buried inside. Her tongue conveyed greed and submission. She’d enjoyed herself. I didn’t have to ask because I could feel it in the way she let her fingers trail into my hair and how the heels of her ankles were still digging into my backside.
I was not alone in this new craving, and that pleased me… for now.
She was smooth and warm everywhere. I couldn’t get enough. I knew it would be like that. One hit and I was a goner. There was something about Gabriella that made her an enigma. Where I should have found a normal Italian wife, I found something else, someone wrapped in mystery with enough pretty layers to keep me hunting for her inner truths.
What she was offering me was not enough. Her body was pleasant, but her mind, kindness, and the strong hints at loyalty presented me with an irresistible package. Even her smile was keeping me on my toes. Though she’d warned me against wooing her, I saw no other option if I planned to lure her into a "friends with benefits" arrangement.
The sex and her witty little mind were what I wanted.
They were what I would have.
She tilted her head back and gulped down air as she hit my shoulder. “Tap out. I need to breathe.”
I laughed and rolled off of her. She constantly had me laughing and hard. The woman was enchanting, and I couldn’t help but think I’d lucked out in the wife department. So far, so good.
It was very good.
The exertion made her face red. The generous swell of her breast stuck out. Her tips erect. Even with the light from the nightstand set low, I missed nothing about this woman. She remained on her back, but her face was turned toward me. “That was great.”
The words rubbed my ego. I knew I was an arrogant bastard, but my confidence was there for a reason. I was an expert with the female body, but I was wise enough to keep any comments like, “Practice makes perfect,” to myself.
Not that she’d care. She wanted me to sleep with other women. Eventually, I would. But I didn’t want to think about the future, not when the present was so interesting.
I was reaching on for one of her tasty nipples when she sat up. “I’m hungry. I should go find my room and get ready for dinner. Where do you want to meet?” She stood, and my eyes fell to the curve of the backside that was just waiting to be bitten.
“This is our room. You’re staying with me.”
She bent over to pick up her dress, and my balls tightened at the sight of the glistening place between her thighs. “No, I’m not.” Her statement puzzled me until she was closed. Then I understood and sat up. “Yes, you are. This is our honeymoon.”
She straightened the dress and turned around. “That wasn’t our arrangement. You had me all last night. Tonight, I’m free.”
Free. What the hell did that mean? “But I’m not done with you.”
She pulled her rumpled hair up into a bun. “I hope you’re not.” Her smile lowered my blood pressure. “When should we hook up next?”
My pulse skyrocketed again, but I refused to let her know just how much she irked me. Leaning on my elbow and side, I said, “Husbands don’t hook up with their wives.”
“Couples don’t usually have an arrangement like ours at all.” She was looking around the room, taking in the calm beige walls and the window built to show off the landscape and reveal the ocean at sunrise. The night sky was dark. There were too many lights on around our property to stargaze properly, but it was something I wanted to try one evening before we went to sleep.
I stargazed as a child. The beaches by the property had been the perfect place to wander to and think. As I stared at the majestic galaxy, I’d asked myself a question a teacher once asked me.
What did I want to be when I grew up?
I could never tell her that I’d already known who’d I’d be, but some nights I let my mind wander to a place I knew my family would frown upon. I let myself pretend, just for a moment, that I was a normal man, and if that were the case, then what would I be?
The answer had never come. This life, the one I led, was so deeply ingrained in every part of my life that I could see no escape for myself. I didn’t want to escape. I enjoyed my life.
Even with a father as petrifying as mine, I’d never wanted to change anything.
Until now.
For the first time, I was starting to wonder if I’d broken Gabriella’s heart too soon. Maybe I should have waited. Or maybe, I shouldn’t have done it at all. It was a heinous thought considering I’d never return the feelings, but I couldn’t help but muse over the idea of having her as putty in my hand.
I know what she wanted and I knew how to play her game. “I want you available to me for an entire day, naked.” Before she could counter, I added, “And I’ll give you a free day to do anything you want, with or without me.”
Her eyes practically glowed. “Done. What time is dinner?” she asked at the door.
I rubbed my lips for a moment. “Whenever we want.”
“I’ll tell them to have it ready in an hour. Is that enough time for you?” Gabriella asked.
I rolled my eyes and fell back against the sheets. “Whatever works for you.” After what just happened, I didn’t feel like fighting her. Besides, I had work to do. The operation in New York was not going according to plan. Someone must have tipped off Energy Division Tech about my extraction team. We were off schedule. It was always at the forefront of my mind, except for when I was inside Gabriella.
Nothing could penetrate my mind while in paradise, and I planned to get there again tonight.
Gabriella closed the door, and I immediately picked up the tablet that security had put on my nightstand. I typed in the password, and the camera feeds came up. I saw every inch of the house, and steady clicked through the ones with Gabriella in it.
She was on the move. In the hall, she knocked before she peaked into a room. I wanted to tell her that the entire house was hers so she could do as she pleased. Security slept in another house on the property, so we were free to move as we wanted.
She stopped a maid in the living room, and I turned on the audio. “Hello. Where did you take my things?” If I hadn’t grown up with Gabriella, I would think she grew up in France. Her speech was perfect. I’d learned French when I learned that she was learning it. I refused to not know everything about her, including everything she said daily.
She was oblivious to my knowledge. She’d cursed me out enough times to tell me that she had no clue, and I planned to keep it that way for the time being. She was so intelligent. I needed to remain one step ahead of her.
Also, holding me back was the fact that I didn’t trust her. She did not want this marriage. She’d made that clear.
She could easily arrange my murder. Women did it all the time. I gave her the weapon because I knew she shouldn’t shoot me. That would be too obvious, and self-defense wasn’t a good enough cause in the family. We were American as much as we were Italian, but the saying, “Freedom for all,” began and ended at the business's threshold.
“Your items are hanging in the room next to yours and Mr. Anderson’s.”
“Thank you and please inform the cook that we want to eat in an hour,” Her task finished, Gabriella started back towards our room but stopped when someone called her name. My hired driver, Olivier, jogged in her direction. “Will you and Mr. Anderson be using the car this evening?”
“No, but thank you.” She tried to turn away, but the driver stopped her.
