Seducing the Wolf (54 page)

She cried out wildly, her clit pulsing and swelling. He rubbed his hand over her skin, soothing the sting.

“Again,” she begged.

He delivered another controlled smack, and she sobbed from both pleasure and pain as her pussy clenched fiercely. He slapped her other butt cheek, making the plump flesh vibrate beneath his palm.

“Pretty ass,” he rumbled appreciatively. “It’s mine, ain’t it, baby?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “It’s all yours.”

“That’s right. Mine.
All
mine.”

She mewled as he drove his scorching cock in and out of her, his breath leaving him in harsh grunts every time his pelvis slammed into her backside.

“Spank me,” she cried in a dark, guttural voice she hardly recognized as her own. “
Spank me harder!
”

Manning growled, his hand rising and falling repeatedly on her ass until her flesh burned and tears spurted from her eyes. She was
so
close. So close to careening over the edge.

“Don’t fucking come yet,” Manning warned roughly. “I’m not ready for you to come.”

He was so domineering. It drove her absolutely wild.

As he yanked her hips backward to meet his pounding thrusts, she sobbed and slapped her palms on the granite countertop. The room was flooded with the wet sucking sounds of his cock pumping in and out of her pussy, an erotic rhapsody like no other.

“It feels so good,” Taylor wailed. “You feel…I can’t…I can’t…
oh, God
.”

Manning fisted his hand in her hair, tugging her head back. He bit the side of her neck, sending shivers down her spine as his teeth grazed her racing pulse. When she turned her face into his, he kissed her hard and ravenously, sucking the tongue she flicked into his mouth.

His hand kneaded her bouncing breasts and then slid down between her thighs.

“Ahhh,
fuck
,” she whimpered, her senses reeling from the friction of his thumb stroking her clit while his big dick battered the walls of her pussy.

She pushed up on her toes, lifting her ass higher onto his shaft. Swearing hoarsely, he tightened his grip on her waist and fucked her faster, a punishing pace that had them both panting and groaning like feral animals.

Her orgasm was swelling, spreading through her core. And then it erupted, crashing through her with such violence that tears spilled down her face.

She screamed at the same time that Manning came with an agonized groan of ecstasy. As her pussy spasmed viciously, he pulled out of her and gripped his cock, marking her back and ass with searing lashes of cum.

Gasping for breath, she sagged upon the counter and he lay atop her, their bodies heaving from the exertions of their raw, hedonistic fucking.

“
Wow
,” Taylor breathed after several moments. “Talk about seeing fireworks.”

Manning laughed, nipping her shoulder. His weight felt delicious, the pressure making her feel safe and surrounded.

Limply resting her head on her folded arms, she stared up at the glass ceiling, watching as a rocket shot into the sky and exploded into hundreds of red, yellow and blue flares.

“What a view,” she murmured.

“Indeed.” Manning gently caressed her aching bottom. “Are you sore?”

She loved how he went from ruthless sex beast to concerned boyfriend. “A little,” she admitted with a smile. “But it’s nothing that a good soak in the hot tub can’t cure. Care to join me?”

“I’m already there,” he uttered, pulling her off the counter and lifting her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, sighing with pleasure as he sucked her nipples on the way out of the kitchen.

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“At a packed Independence Day celebration last night, Hotlanta’s favorite bachelor, Manning Wolf, surprised one lucky lady with what witnesses described as the ‘ultimate baby-making serenade.’ The mystery woman was identified as famed violinist Taylor Chastain, who is also the daughter of U.S. Senator Elyse Vaughn. Miss Chastain is in town to perform with the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra next week. According to anonymous sources, the couple left the party right after the romantic performance, undoubtedly sneaking off to make their own fireworks. The streets are talking. Could another Wolf be off the market soon? Stay tuned!”

Right below the blog post was a photo of Manning and Taylor locked in a passionate kiss as the sky above them exploded with brilliant fireworks.

Taylor shook her head after reading the article, which her manager had brought to her attention that morning as she was en route to the university. Ebele’s text had contained a link to the blog post along with the message:
Girl, you work fast! Manning Wolf?!?! And what happened to Aidan? I need details!!!

Taylor perused the gossip column again and then sighed. She didn’t know whether to be amused or alarmed. She was leaning more toward the latter.

She looked over at Manning reclining behind the wheel of the Phantom. He looked effortlessly powerful and urbane in his custom Armani suit, expensive dress shirt and silver cufflinks.

She observed him for a few moments, admiring the way he maneuvered through traffic with controlled aggression, taking what he wanted without much notice or permission. An alpha down to the molecule.

“How do you get used to this?” Taylor asked.

“What, baby?” He sent her a lazy glance. “Bad traffic?”

“No. I’m used to that. I’m talking about
this
.” She held up her cell phone to him. He scanned the headline and photo, his lips quirking into a half smile.

“That didn’t take long,” he murmured.

She gaped at him. “Is that all you have to say? You were at your uncle’s home enjoying a gathering of family and friends.” She pointed to her phone. “This is an invasion of your privacy.”

He shrugged a broad shoulder, unruffled. “I’m used to it. It comes with the territory when you’re a public figure. You should know that.”

Taylor snorted. “I’m a violinist. Bloggers and gossip columnists don’t care about the sex lives of violinists.”

Manning’s eyes glinted. “Apparently they do.”

“Only because I’m sexing a Wolf,” she quipped.

He lifted a brow at her. “You make that sound like a problem.”

She sniffed. “Maybe it is.”

“Yeah?” Manning sounded amused. “Unless I’m mistaken, darlin’, you didn’t have a problem sexing a Wolf last night on the kitchen counter, or in the hot tub, or on the closet floor, or—”

Her face heated. “I get the point,” she mumbled, lips twitching.

He laughed, a deliciously wicked sound that curled between her thighs and made her squeeze them together. After their steamy night of no-holds-barred sex, she’d woken up feeling hung over. Drunk in love.

When they reached the university, she leaned over and kissed Manning’s cheek, enjoying the crisp, clean scent of his aftershave. “Have a good day.”

“Hold up.” He caught her wrist. “Can I get a proper goodbye kiss?”

Grinning, she puckered up and gave him a playful smack on the lips, then dashed out the door as he sputtered in protest.

The passenger window rolled down. “Don’t forget I have a business dinner tonight,” he reminded her. “So Mr. Haley will pick you up.”

Taylor frowned. “I thought you gave him the day off.”

“I tried to,” Manning said dryly. “He took exception.”

Taylor laughed, remembering what Mr. Haley had told her on the way to the airport. “Hope your business dinner goes well.”

Manning grimaced. “It probably won’t since I’m gonna spend the whole damn time thinking about you and checking my watch.” A rakish gleam entered his eyes. “I want you naked and ready for me when I get home, woman.”

Taylor licked her lips into a sultry smile. “I’ll see what I can do,
monsieur
,” she purred before sauntering off, swinging her hips to make her ass bounce inside her jeans.

Manning’s loud, tortured groan made her laugh.

As she neared the entrance to the performing arts center, her cell phone rang. When she glanced down and saw her father’s number, she was so startled that she stumbled and nearly fell.

Regaining her balance, she stared down at the phone. She’d been waiting to have it out with her father for days. Now that he was calling, she didn’t think she was ready to deal with him.

But it was too late. Just the sight of his smiling picture on her phone had demolished her good mood and launched her into combat mode.

She stabbed the answer button and brought the phone to her ear.

“Taylor,” he said curtly.

Her breath sharpened upon hearing his voice. Once such a welcome sound, it now reminded her of all the lies he’d told.

“I’ve been trying to reach you,” she said tightly. “You’ve been avoiding my calls, yet you went to see Manning.”

“I did,” Turner said unapologetically. “We were long overdue for a man-to-man talk. He needed to hear—”

“Hold on a minute.” Taylor turned around as Ken walked up and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. Searching her eyes, he frowned with concern.

Is everything okay?
he mouthed.

She nodded and forced a bright smile. “I’ll be right in,” she told him.

He studied her another moment, then nodded and went inside the building.

As more people began to arrive, Taylor strode away from the entrance so that she could continue her conversation in private.

“Where are you?” she snarled into the phone. “Are you still in town?”

“I am,” her father calmly confirmed. “I have some business to take care of.”

“What business?”

He didn’t respond.

“I can’t believe you’ve been in town since Monday and you’ve made no attempt to contact me. Are you afraid to face me?” Taylor challenged.

He snorted. “Don’t be absurd.”

“Then why are you
calling
me? I want to
see
you. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me how you could do such a horrendous thing.”

“I did what needed to be done,” her father snapped.

The anger that had been simmering in Taylor’s veins since learning of his treachery erupted like hot lava out of a volcano.

“
HOW COULD YOU?
” she exploded furiously. “You’re my father! I
loved
you. I
trusted
you. I worshipped the ground you walked on! You could do no wrong in my eyes!”

“So I’ve disappointed you,” Turner said mockingly. “I guess we both know something about that, don’t we?”

The verbal dagger cut deeper than the honed edge of a blade slashing through her heart. Closing her eyes against a hot rush of tears, Taylor said bitterly, “I’m sorry I didn’t live up to your expectations,
Daddy
. I’m sorry I wasn’t the perfect little angel you always wanted me to be. I’m sorry I committed the mortal sin of falling in love with a boy you despised.”

“
AND WHY DO YOU THINK I DESPISED HIM?
” her father thundered. “Why do you think I had such a visceral objection to Manning Wolf? He was your kryptonite, Taylor! You would have followed him into the fiery pits of hell without batting an eyelash! Let me ask you a serious question. Have you ever taken a moment to realistically ponder what your life would have been like if you’d stayed with him?
Have you?
In all likelihood you would have gotten pregnant before you finished high school. If that didn’t happen, you would have forfeited your admission to Juilliard to follow Manning to Atlanta because, of course, you couldn’t
bear
to be apart from him. So while he was at Morehouse, you would have attended Spelman or Emory. Or you would have found some obscure little school with a second-rate music program. Assuming you and Manning got married after graduation—and that’s a big
if
—you would have been forced to uproot yourself once again to accompany him all the way to Cambridge, Massachusetts, because there’s no way
he
would have abandoned his plans to attend MIT. So what would you have done then? Would you have auditioned for the Boston Symphony Orchestra? Or would you have settled into your role as the good wife and happy homemaker? Would you have been content to cook and clean and keep house while Manning pursued his educational goals? Maybe you would have settled for becoming a music teacher at some elementary school in the suburbs.

“And is that what all your hard work would have been for? The violin lessons, the grueling hours of practice, the countless recitals and competitions? What about all the sacrifices your mother and I made? What about all the money we spent to ensure you had the best instructors and that you were exposed to the same opportunities as your white and Asian counterparts? What about the time we invested in shuttling you back and forth to your private lessons and rehearsals and concerts? What about the fact that your mother couldn’t work because she had her hands full grooming you for greatness while trying to take care of an autistic child? Tell me, dear daughter, do you think we made all those sacrifices and supported your dreams only for you to end up teaching music to a bunch of whiny, snot-nosed brats who could
never
in a million years appreciate the depth of your God-given gift? Is that the life you wanted for yourself? A life of mediocrity? Because if you had stayed with Manning Wolf, I can
guarantee
that your talent and aspirations would have taken a backseat to
his
ego and
his
ambitions—assuming he kept you around long enough. Assuming he didn’t ‘upgrade’ you for someone lighter or whiter.” Turner snorted derisively. “As far as I’m concerned, I did you a damn favor by intercepting those letters.”