Page 130 of Coercion

He shakes his head slightly. “It’s not…”

“I already have.” I cut across him. “I forgave you weeks ago.”

“Ruby…”

I draw in a deep breath, straightening myself up as if I’m preparing for battle. “Am I not Head of this Family now?” I ask.

His lips curl at my tone before he catches himself and that hard mask replaces the softness. “Yes.”

“And are you not meant to obey me?”

“Yes.” He says again.

“Then follow your orders and do as I ask.”

He lets out a huff in response as though what I’m asking for is utterly impossible.

“Fuck me, Preston. Fuck your wife.”

“I have no right to call you that.” He snaps. “No right to touch you either. I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve to touch you, I don’t deserve your love…”

“Deserve?” I repeat, feeling my own anger flare. He’s so lost in his own head he can’t even see what this is.

I’m literally offering him redemption and he’s too damned stubborn to take it.

I step back, sit on the desk and glower at him. “You want to play hard to get, is that it? You want to draw out your pain, prolong your suffering, and for what?”

I can see in his eyes that that’s it.

So I pull the skirt of my dress up. Slowly. Inch by inch, letting it gather around my waist. The fabric is so thin I didn’t dare wear any underwear and his eyes widen when he realises that I’m completely bare.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t want to fuck me.” I say, lowering my hand, drawing it between my thighs and to where I’m already growing wetter by the second.

I can hear his breath catch.

I can see the way he’s holding himself back, like he’s so desperate to just reach out and grab me but he doesn’t dare.

“You used to watch me, remember?” I taunt, as I slowly start to play. “You wouldn’t let yourself touch me then, either. You tried to act all noble but it wasn’t long before you gave in.”

He groans as his shoulders slump. “I don’t deserve…”

I drown out those words with a long moan that I know will send the man rabid.

He edges closer, his knees shuffling like he’s just trying to get a better look and I spread my thighs as wide as they’ll go.

As I start fucking myself with my fingers, we can both hear the sound of it, the sound of my pussy begging for more. “Fuck me, Preston. Take what you want and just do it.”

He snarls, clenching his fists, and I reach out, run my wet fingers over his lips and he sucks them in like he’s a dying man.

“Don’t I taste good?” I whisper. “Don’t I deserve to feel pleasure after all the pain I’ve been through?”

“Ruby,”

“Fuck me, Preston. Stay on your knees if that nurses your conscience enough, but for god sake, give me this.”

His hands grab at my thighs. I yelp as his fingers dig into my flesh and he buries his face in my pussy, sucking my clit, devouring me like it’s his very first taste and he needs every drop.

“Yes,” I cry, not caring that we’re almost certainly being heard in the other room. Not caring that I’m keeping everyone else waiting.