Page 79 of House Rules

But she lifts her chin and glares.

“Fuck me, or don’t. I won’t beg. You want that, go hire one of your whores. You’re good at that, right? Solving everything with a stack of daddy’s money?”

I freeze. Anger ignites low and fast.

“You don’t know shit about me.”

“I know you didn’t earn me. You bought me. You think I’m yours because your daddy paid for the contract, but that only covers my body. Not my soul. If you want me to beg, Con, then fucking earn it.”

That’s it.

I rip my hand from her shorts and drag them down her legs. My fingers, coated in her slick, smear across her lips just before I kiss her again—brutal and claiming, taking everything she won’t give.

She gasps into my mouth, and I shove my jeans down with one hand, freeing myself. The second I push inside her, she cries out, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. I hold still, deep inside her, my hand flat against her throat. Not choking. Just a reminder.

A warning.

Her eyes flutter, and she leans her head back against the wall. Then she moves—slow at first, then more desperate. She wraps her legs around my waist andstarts to ride me, using me, grinding down with every roll of her hips.

Jesus.

She’s fucking me.

I let her. I let her take what she wants. Let her fuck me like she means to own me. And then, just as she starts to tremble, I grip her hips and pull out.

“No,” she gasps.

I twist her around and shove her face-down onto the bed. She lifts her hips, offering herself like the little defiant brat she is.

“You want me to earn it?” I hiss.

Then I’ll fucking earn it.

I slam back into her, burying myself to the hilt, one hand splayed between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the mattress. She takes it. Every brutal thrust. Her fingers twist in the sheets, her breath ragged and begging without words.

She moans—high and breathy—as I fuck her harder, deeper. I don’t hold back. I can’t. I’m too close, too far gone. My control’s been hanging by athread since the second she opened that goddamn door.

Her thighs start to shake, the way her body tightens around me making it harder and harder to hold back.

I lean over, press my lips to her ear.

“Come for me, Phoenix. Now.”

I press my thumb to her ass and that’s all it takes. She shatters around me, soaking me as she screams into the mattress.

I follow her over the edge with a growl, burying myself as deep as I can go, spilling inside her until there’s nothing left.

For a long moment, I don’t move.

We’re both panting, her body limp under mine, my hand still braced above her so I don’t crush her completely.

When I finally pull back, reality slams into me.

I lost.

I didn’t just fuck her. I gave in. I surrendered to the need she’s had me drowning in for weeks.

She made me break first, and I don’t even care.