Hard As Stone (Beautiful Betrayal Book 1) (24 page)

“Stand here. Remove your clothes or I’ll tear them off your beautiful body.” When she doesn’t say boo, I cup her face between my hands. “Didn’t we cover the type of responses you are to provide me?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I’ll get undressed.”

“Good girl.” I let her go and exorcise away some tension by removing the bedspread. I strip the bedding down to the fitted sheet, and throw the covers on a chair. Unbuckling my belt, I whip it loose from my pants, placing it next to my tie on the bed. She stops after only removing her jewelry and stares at me while I’m unbuttoning my shirt.

If she thinks I repeat directions, she’ll have much to learn even if it is one night. I can command a woman for hours and withhold from coming. And with Phoenix, I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to demonstrate she will follow my directions. I’m going to enjoy her in so many ways. I deal with my cufflinks and then I’m next to her with one intention: to help this woman learn who’s on top in this equation. Without a sound, I take hold of her by the arm and force her backward until her legs are against the mattress.

“I gave you a direction. Simple to follow. Problem?” I don’t wait for her response. Spinning her to face the bed, I curl my arm around her waist and hoist her rounded ass against my hard-on. Pushing my bulge between the valley of her plump cheeks, I silently grunt in hedonistic satisfaction. With painstaking deliberateness, I trace my fingers down her dress, awakening and tormenting our already heightened senses. Skimming the hem of X’s dress, I savor the feel of her softness and her light scent.

“Please,” she whimpers.

“Are you asking for more? This is your one chance. Do you want me to fuck you hard and without mercy? When I say hard, that’s what I mean. You need to tell me, in no uncertain terms, you’re okay with what we’re about to do.” Pro forma bullshit.

She stops wriggling her hips. Her shoulders rise and fall as she inhales a deep breath. On her exhalation, she says what I’ve waited to hear, “Yes. I want this.”

I lift the hem of her dress and grunt, stunted by the view. She’s wearing a strip of white lace, showcasing her perfect ass. Phoenix has got a thing for sexy lingerie. There’s only one reason this woman wears a G-string and garters, and it isn’t to discuss politics. “Did you want me to take you in the elevator? I bet that’s how you get off.”

“Stop talking.” She makes an angry noise and tries to turn around.

I hold her steady. “Here’s your one and only warning. Answer the question the first time asked or so help me.”

She laughs and replies, “You’re an egotistical jerk.”

“And you’re a tease. Aren’t you?” I grit my teeth, peeling apart her cheeks. “Admit it and I might go easy on your beautiful ass.”

“You mean you’re not going to tell me that this is a
mistake
and stop again?”

She’s pissed. I get that. She’s right, I was a bastard.

But her fresh mouth has got me going. “Ms. O’Malley, I’m going to enjoy teaching you some manners.” I rub my hands up her body.

There’s a small pearl button at the top of her dress. I make quick work of it before I take hold of the material at the neck and rip her dress in one rendering sweep of my hands.

“Are you insane?” she screeches, fists raised and attempting to whirl on me like a riled up wildcat.

“Settle down, O’Malley.” In one fluid move, I wrap my arms around her body and capture her hands. Hauling her to me, I prevent X from biting or scratching. Her heart is thundering as I hold and guide her to the side of the bed.

Enlivened is how I feel—like a magician who has divested a magnificent table of a cloth.
Phoenix feels so good in my arms.
I bury my face in her hair, switching both of her slender wrists into one of my hands.

“Don’t move,” I tell her in a hoarse whisper. I push aside her hair and latch onto her neck, alternating sucking and kissing her exquisite skin.

“Oohhh… more.”

Yeah, that’s it.
Only when she moans, molding to me do I release her wrists. Sliding her dress down her arms, I trail my lips and teeth along her skin.

“Bend over, Ms. O’Malley, and take it like a big girl.” I lower her shoulders and arrange her hands on the bed. All the while I’m conscious of her potentially kicking me in the nuts. “Stay like this.”

When she doesn’t buck, I let go of her and remove my wallet. Fishing out a condom, I rake my gaze over her backside as I deal with my fly and swathe my cock in latex.

“What are you going to do?” she chokes out.

With my hard-on bumping against her perfectly rounded ass, I’m coming undone, which is ludicrous. In prick mode, I snarl, “Oh, I’m pretty sure even you can answer that question.” Tapping her heels apart, I reach and rip off her panties.

“Egomaniac!”

The bite of her voice gets under my skin. I’m harder than forged steel and seeing her bare ass, I’m caught in wanting to smack her creamy cheeks to curb her bark before I fuck her root deep. I grip my base, and swipe the head of my shaft through her slick and soft folds.
Christ!
My dick throbs in need. No way can I wait another second to bury my entire cock inside this woman.

Jerking against my crown, Phoenix groans, “God…please…Atticus.”

Primed and ready at the mouth of her sleek entrance, I relish this moment. Right before this wildcat is about to learn a lesson.
Before she can repent or rethink, I’m a second away from shuttling Phoenix Silver into my twisted universe.

“Let your instruction begin,” I pronounce, slamming fully inside her. Fuck, she feels incredible.

She’s tight and tips up her hips, presenting me with a spectacular view of my shaft doused from her arousal. Phoenix rocks forward but before she can move another inch, I drag her back, impaling her until she cries out. I clasp her slim waist between my hands and grind balls deep inside her. Clenching around me like a silken vise, this woman has me seeing stars.

The sensation of wanting to jet overtakes me. To regain control, I force myself to slow down. I’ve got to find a rhythm that isn’t going to have me coming in the next five strokes.

What is it about her that has me to the edge this soon? The fact that she’s squeezing the thoughts from my head is a big factor. But I’ve had tight subs before.
Not one like O’Malley
. This is karma coming for a bite out of my ego. I’m the one who brayed about only going after what you can afford.
Riiight.
Total conceited asshole move on my part.

She’s narrow and wet, and I can’t help but drive into her so savagely, she yelps. Again, I pummel my length from tip to root in one ramming thrust. Hoisting her hips, I peel apart her cheeks so I can sink into her as deep as humanly possible.

“Eyes open,” I order sternly as I move X back and forth, making her ride me. We’re human puzzle pieces locked together.

She flexes faster and I pump my crown inside her slippery warmth without attempting to slow my descent. Being inside this woman, the feeling is so intense. She’s got me going and I can’t stop. Sweat goes from sheening my skin to gluing my shirt to my shoulders and dripping down my face. Flat out, Phoenix is teaching me a lesson on several levels starting with my ego.

Holding onto her shoulders, I snap my hips and bury myself deeper. Another hard thrust and I give into the mind-blowing sensation of having my dick milked—not that I jet. Ripped apart, I grip her tighter as every muscle in me goes rigid.

Her body bows and she holds onto her breasts as her tight little pussy drenches my cock. If I don’t stop, I’ll lose it. Slowing, I press a kiss to her satin skin making her shiver as I force myself to remember why I’m balls deep in this woman. But fuck me flying!

“Please, I need more.” She digs her heels into my back.

Her pussy clamps down on my dick and I give in. A few more thrusts, and the pressure builds. Grinding into X, I’m ready to explode. Best sex I’ve had in a long as hell time.

“O’Malley, I’m going to pound into you until we both see stars,” I snarl as my disbelief wages war on my need to come so hard, I’m going to yell her name.

X.S.~
Intensity

“STONE,” I HISS his name accompanied by a plea for more as a hot flush of pleasure washes over my body.
This can’t be happening. I’m letting him do me—no strike that—I’m being ridden rough. Tipping my hips, he plunges into me so deep, I shiver in erotic bliss. Under him, semi-clothed, I purr his name in some version of sex-crack. Sensually intoxicating and the best head trip…ever.

“That’s it, little assistant. Let me back in.” His hoarse voice vibrates across my skin in prickling darts. His thick crown is at my entrance as he glazes my arousal across my sex.

I’m still trembling in the aftershocks of my recent orgasm. Weak and shaking but I nod in agreement. All my muscles tense. I moan, feeling like I’m going to break.

Atticus pushes forward, coasting his lips to my ear. “Shhhh. You can take it.”

Hoisting my hips off the bed, he grinds his column of pure titanium all the way inside me, letting go a groan that rumbles in his chest. His erection is so large, stretching me in shards of pleasure and pain, locking us together.

Nothing compares except like now and I grip the sheets. The exquisite friction of him withdrawing makes me tense and tighten around him. The pleasure is harder, darker as he leans down. Stone lifts my hair that is damp and pressed to my skin. Abruptly, he nips my ear. Like a slingshot, I tilt up my hips, greedy and wanting more. His fingers find and press my bundle of sensitive nerves, strumming in time with his thrusts. Each one harder, rougher, and I bite my lip unable to control this dark craving he incites. His crown caresses a spot and I jolt in pleasure; a captive in this sensual storm.

“Please. That’s it,” I cry out from the feeling of sharp tingling pleasure blossoming in my sex.

He pumps his crown again, hitting the same spot, and I soar. Whatever hot button he rubbed against has me done in, hurtling sky-high. Quaking, I try to muffle a moan as bliss implodes in my core.

Stone hauls my hips higher and croons seductively, “This is how you need to be dominated. Isn’t it?” Like a battering ram, he pommels his erection deep, so deep I cry out in soul splintering ecstasy.

I can’t think. I’m blinded by how intensely I come apart. My thighs tighten in a pulsating rhythm as I groan incomprehensible primitive sounds. A garble of raw need I expel and in the aftermath, his question reverberates in my head. Shaken, I’m held in place secured in his ironclad grip. I’ve never had this type of sex, which is probably status quo in Stone’s egocentric world.

This is how you need to be dominated. Isn’t it?
He probably says that to all the girls he rides in his bed. I bet he thinks he’s God’s gift to women.

I gasp for oxygen, trying to steady my voice, and snip, “Jerk.” But then I quickly yip as he pommels into me.

“Say what you will, but I’m the jerk fucking you into a mattress.” His dominating personality is so erotic—the pleasure he delivers is beyond intense. A supernova infusion amped up by glittery pain.

Yet that hardly explains this sensation overload that threatens to shatter me apart. “You’re still a jerk!”

“O-Ma-lley,” he snarls my name as his hips pound in rapid slams against my rear, forceful enough to break up his voice into sexy syllables.

Torquing my hip, I give him a taste of pushback I wager his other conquests haven’t dished out.

“Fuck, where’d you learn…
Phoenix
…” he says
in a hoarse rasp. Not to be outdone, he changes tempo.

Slowing, he pumps to the hilt inside me. Without stopping, Atticus spreads my cheeks, and in a protracted drag, he withdraws but not all the way. I feel the whipcord of pleasure spiral and spark again.
Oh God, how does he do it?
Deep in my core, it’s as if a coil of lust doesn’t just stir, it reignites.

“Ah,” he rasps. “So beautiful. You should see this sight.”

I peek over my shoulder to find him staring down between our bodies and I can’t refrain a quip, “Admiring yourself?”

Stone chuckles darkly, tightening his grip on my hips. “Sweetheart, I’ve got a big dick and we both love being inside your hot pussy.”

I can’t help myself and huff, “Really. I hadn’t noticed.”

He pounds back into me as his fingers caress my sex. Scalding pleasure swells and I bite my tongue to stop a scream that threatens to burst free. Unlike me, the man isn’t lying. He’s hung like a Spartan. Perfect accessory for his gargantuan ego. Glancing away, I swan dive into a sea of longing.

Atticus hauls me upright still deeply imbedded inside me. He fists my hair, pressing his mouth to my neck, sucking a spot that makes a tremor erupt under my skin. I clutch his shirt on the verge of screaming as he kisses a route to my ear.

“Little assistant, I can fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Just say so.” He scrapes his teeth on my neck as he pumps into me in one rough slam. Bending us, he has me on all fours on top of the mattress.

Regaining control, I glare back at him as he takes my hair into his hand like a leash. Whatever he intends, I plan on meeting him thrust for thrust and I toss out a taunt, “I can take whatever you have to give.”

He laughs. A flash of white teeth and my whole body trembles in response. The mocking note in his voice makes my skin pebble and I tighten around his thick girth.

“Beautiful, I’m going to be inside you for hours. Until you can’t walk. Tonight, we’re going over the edge, Ms. Smart Mouth,” he promises as he yanks on my hair and slams back into me. Plunging his entire length, he grinds his hips against my tush, forcing me to take him deeper.

I feel flayed apart by pleasure so sharp, it steals my breath. What he delivers is a raw act of possession and like a fool, I want more! He wrote the book on raw explosive sex and I’m rocketing into a screaming orgasm so fast I can’t think or breathe.

Beat upon beat, he rams into me, pressing my shoulders down to the mattress as he has his way with my body, still fisting my hair. I want to bow my head as electric bliss arcs inside me but I can’t. In this position of my bottom up and him pulling on my hair, Stone forces me to feel everything. I’m so overwrought with the thunderous pleasure ripping through me that I claw at the sheet.