Page 131 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Abby

"Cade." I arch up and into his touch. He’s leaning over me, his heterochromatic eyes eating me up with his gaze. He plants one thigh between my legs, spreading them apart, then digs his other knee into the bed. I’m forced to widen my legs to accommodate the girth of both of his heavy thighs.

He holds my gaze, then wraps his fingers about my wrist and brings my digits up to his mouth.

He wraps his lips around my fingertips and sucks my cum off of them.

His gaze intensifies. Sparks of blue and grey flash behind his mis-matched eyes, turning them into the fiery tail of a meteor that streaks across the skies.

My belly quivers. Heat licks up my slit.

My toes curl. I begin to squeeze my thighs together, but his bulk stops me.

"Cade," I murmur.

"What do you want, Sparrow?"

When he calls me Sparrow, I know we are back to being the Cade and Abby we were before I spoiled it all. Before I turned his life upside down. Before I changed the course of his future. Before I lost the happy-go-lucky, selfish existence I led and realized actions always have consequences.

My body trembles as he places my hand against my side, then pushes my panties aside and wedges two of his thick fingers inside my channel.

My pussy instantly clamps down on the intrusion.

Shockwaves of lust oscillate up my spine.

I open my mouth, but no sound emerges. I dig my fingers into the bedclothes and hold on as he adds a third finger, then begins to work them in and out of me.

In-out-in. He thrusts his fingers in, and my entire body jolts.

He pulls them out to the very edge of my pussy, and I instantly feel the loss.

"More, please, more," I gasp.

His lips twist. A fierce look comes into his eyes.

He bends over me and plants his fist into the pillow next to my head.

His presence blocks out everything else; the heat from his body is like a furnace.

Gusts of warmth wrap around me and pin me to the bed as he continues to saw his digits in and out of me.

A pulsing sensation vibrates out from the point of contact.

Heat flushes my skin. My blood thrums at my pulse points.

All of my attention is focused on where he’s working my pussy, where he’s destroying that most sensitive part of me.

Where he’s playing me like he knows exactly how to pull the kind of response from me that will shatter me, break me, leave behind the remnants of the woman I am, the one I want to become when I’m in his presence—his compliant, malleable, obedient, submissive, whose only goal in life is to please him.

If I were awake, I’d never admit to myself what I want.

That from the first time I laid eyes on him when I was thirteen, I knew he was my future.

That our paths would cross over and over, until they fused and became one.

Until he owned me, possessed me, used me, abused me.

Until he made me do exactly what he wanted.

Until he broke me, consumed me, manipulated me, utilized every inch of my body to serve him, to service him.

Until he imprinted his touch in every last secret nook and cranny of me. Until… He makes me his.

A jolt oscillates through me. My entire body catches fire.

The pulses of desire sweep up me, and I curve my back, rising off the bed.

I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting…waiting for that sweet release, for my desire to overwhelm me.

For that fleeting glimpse of light that’s getting closer, closer.

Almost there. Almost. He pulls his fingers out from between my legs.

The orgasm hovers at the edge for a second. Tip over. Tip me over. Please?

The sensations pull back, then fade away. I almost cry out with frustration. Of course, he’s not going to let me come. He said he wouldn’t let me orgasm. He said he was going to teach me a lesson. That he’d never allow me to find the release I so crave.

"Fuck you, Cade."

"Not for a while, Princess."

I snap my eyes open and lock my gaze with his. OMG, it’s not a dream. I’d been sure it was a dream. But it’s not. He’s here in my bed, poised over me with his fingers inside me. Fingers that he pulls out and shoves inside my mouth.

"Lick me off."

I draw down my eyebrows, preparing to protest, when he wraps the fingers of his other hand about my throat. He squeezes with enough pressure that I part my lips. Instantly, he thrusts his fingers forward and over my tongue.

"Do it," he growls.

I lick the sweet, complex taste of my cum from his digits.

A flash of heat ignites behind his eyes. "Good girl."

Then he pulls out his fingers and wipes them on my T-shirt. "You have five minutes to get ready."

"How dare you break into my apartmen—”

“Technically, I didn’t break in; I have a key. Get with the program, dollface.”

“—then proceed to…to…"

"Make you almost come?" The jerkface smirks from the driver’s seat of the car.

True to his word, he gave me exactly five minutes to get dressed and follow him out. He didn’t allow me to get a coffee and declined to stop for one on the way to the stadium where he’s working out with his teammates.

"How did you get the key?” I ask through gritted teeth.

His smirk widens. "I have my ways."

Of course, he does. And he doesn’t need to paint a picture for me.

Coming from the mafia, I know when underhanded methods are being used by someone, and clearly, that’s what he’s resorted to.

Although… Why would he do that? Given he’s a public figure, can’t he see how much this could come back to hurt him?

"You have no boundaries." I throw the words at him as if they might affect his actions, even though I know they won’t.

"None at all. Especially not when it comes to you, Sparrow."

I glance away. I could fool myself into thinking that was a declaration of affection. But I know better. "You’re the one who’s going to practice, why do I need to come along with you?"

"Thought you’d enjoy the opportunity to visit a hallowed sporting ground like Lords?"

I hesitate. I’ve never been to Lords, although, of course, I’ve heard of the most famous, most prestigious cricket grounds in the world.

And while I don’t follow sports, I’ve heard enough about it to appreciate not too many get a chance to visit it when there isn’t a match on. Not that I’m going to acknowledge that.

"I don’t want to go anywhere with you," I gripe.

"Too bad because I want us to be seen together. I want it to be known that we are together," he retorts.

"So I gathered from last night when you posed with me in front of the paparazzi. And you used me to catch the attention of the society high-fliers at the ball. But I thought that was—"

"A one-time instance?’

I nod.

"You were wrong. I want the word to spread that we’re seeing each other. That the daughter of the Warren family is dating the boy from the wrong side of the tracks."

I scowl. "Is that what this is about? You proving to the world how far you’ve come?"

"Or how much I’ve fallen. For everyone knows how corrupt your family is. The world knows how your father made his money, even though he may have shut them down from talking about it."

I swallow, then look out my window.

"I have nothing more to do with them," I say in a low voice.

"Not enough money for you, I take it? Did you want even more riches? Is that why you turned your back on your own family?"

"What? How could you possibly think that? I turned my back on them because—" I pause, then shake my head. "Forget it, you wouldn’t understand."

"Try me, Princess."

"I put distance between us from the day I betrayed you, okay?"

He grows still. Every muscle in his body seems to coil and tension spools off of him.

The air between us grows heavy with emotion.

The seconds tick by. I risk a sideways glance to find he’s staring straight through the windshield.

His jaw is tight, and he’s holding onto the steering wheel with such force that the skin across his knuckles is stretched white.

"Cade, I—"

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up. You don’t get to own up to your mistakes now and apologize.

Not after all this time. Not after you turned your back on me; after what you did.

Not after you helped to bring me down. You made me lose my seat in the school, my position as the captain of the school cricket team, and the respect of my parents.

It was because of that incident that my father almost disowned me.

It’s because of the notoriety from that day that he refuses to speak to me.

It’s because of what you did, that I grew up overnight.

I lost my childhood that day. I lost everything that made me what I was—"

"And yet, you’ve done well for yourself."

"—no thanks to you."

I swallow. "I… I’m sorry, Cade. Truly."

"I don’t want to hear that word from you. Don’t want to see the tears you don’t mean. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t ever have wanted to see you again."

My heart feels like it’s going to burst. My chest hurts so bad I’m sure I’m going into cardiac arrest. I press my knuckles into the space above my breastbone and tip up my chin at him. "So why… Why am I here?"

He turns off the road and into the carpark. The automatic barriers rise, and he drives in. He turns a corner, then eases the vehicle to a stop. He shuts off the engine, then turns to face me. "Why, to return the favor you did me. So I can make your life miserable, of course."