Page 74 of Cruel Pleasures

I stop in front of the door and dig the set of master keys from my pants pocket. Much like the surveillance room, it’s another perk of the estate being owned by my family.

I make no effort to be discreet. There’s no pretending I’m not barging into her room.

It’s done boldly. Loudly and furiously with the door banging open like it had downstairs when I burst into the playroom. I stalk inside fuming, unsure what I’m even about to do. Whatever it is, it’ll be far from pleasant.

Only halfway across the room do I realize the scene I’ve stormed into.

Imani sprawled out on her bed, still in her thigh-length glittering dress, dozing away. So completely passed out, the door crashing open hasn’t woken her.

I’m reminded of last night, where she’d fallen asleep as soon as I brought her up to her room.

Now is no different.

Her body’s splayed across the bed in a manner that reveals she was out from the moment she made it upstairs. Her hips are tilted, her legs half curled to the side. Face turned up toward the ceiling and one arm swathed over her stomach, she’s barely lying on a pillow. The dress has ridden up her thighs and the left strap slipped down her shoulder.

This isn’t normal sleep; this isn’t even drunken sleep, at least not on its own.

Timothee was right in that she’s obviously consumed enough spice and champagne to hibernate for years.

The intensity that’s taken over goes nowhere. It simply… mutates.

Disgust, jealousy, rage, they all morph into another toxic feeling. Heady lust that’s sick and depraved unleashes itself. Yet another reaction the spice heightens.

The hardness in my body shoots toward my cock. I’m tense and throbbing, breathing raggedly as I survey the scene before me. My opportunity is clear.

The chance to reclaim what’s mine. Regain control of what I’ve lost tonight.

She’ll never, ever be yours.

On the same beat of madness that’s driven me to break into her room, I step toward her bed. My hands fall to the buckle of my pants. My gaze never strays. It remains on the sleeping woman on the bed that I’ve recently found myself infatuated with.

Her breaths come in slow and gentle yips. The sound is so inconsequential, I can barely hear it ’til I’m hovering over her.

I spend a moment watching the stillness of her beautiful face. My fingers have locked around my cock, my strokes measured. Pacing myself to make this last as long as possible. Preparation for what’s possibly about to be the best the fuck of my life.

Even better than when I took her last night.

Twice.

“You’ve been naughty, minxy,” I whisper. “You’ve forced me to make you mine again.”

I shift onto the bed and grab hold of her limp body. She’s easily maneuverable like this, slipping into whatever position I want her. Hiking up the skirt of her dress, I part her thighs and discover with the latest pulse of rage that she’s wearing no panties. If she ever had any, they’ve long been discarded.

My teeth grit. My grip on her thighs tightens as I study the glistening evidence on her folds. Her perfect little pussy that shows just what she’s been up to tonight. If I weren’t so aroused right now, I might throttle her.

I might do so anyway once I’m through.

She’d deserve it. Her and him.

On that infuriating thought, I wrench her toward me, slinging her thighs over mine. I come in close and guide myself to her slick entrance. Heat greets me before I’m even inside. A groan chokes out of me as I slide in and revel in the immediate pleasure.

The immediate pleasant feeling of being encased in soft wet heat. I don’t move for what comes to be a long while. I stay still and she lays still, dreaming away, none the wiser. The insatiable lust grows at that demented thought. That she’ll wake tomorrow morning without the faintest clue I was here again.

Fucking her. Marking her. Filling her. Making her mine.

I pull back slowly, taking my time, savoring every second. Then I thrust into her, my cock pushing between walls that clench. Her pussy stretches for me before closing in like a fucking Venus Fly Trap. I’m wrapped up in her.

Experiencing her on a level that blows my mind.