Page 143 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Cade

She’s silent on the drive home. I insisted on dropping her back, and Zara backed me up, so Abby couldn’t refuse.

Thank fuck. When I saw her pale, she looked on verge of a panic attack, and something inside me splintered wide open.

I’m already more susceptible to emotions since deciding to insert myself back in her life, and the terrified look on her face pushed me over the edge.

All thoughts of fucking her flew out of my head, and instead, I lifted her in my arms. I cradled her and held her close until some of the color returned to her cheeks.

Until her breathing stabilized and she seemed more composed.

And even then, I didn’t want to let go of her.

I wanted to cradle her and take care of her.

I wanted to kiss her until she was no longer upset with me.

Until she forgot how mean I’d been to her.

Until she forgot every horrible thing I’ve said and done to her…

Until I forgot what she did to me. Until we could go back to the way it used to be when we could look at each other with that unadulterated happiness we felt whenever we met. Until that innocent fascination we once had for each other blossomed again.

How naive of me to think it possible to capture the feelings we once held for each other.

How gullible am I to hope we could start all over again?

How irrational for me to imagine we have a shot at some semblance of a relationship?

This is what she does to me, my Sparrow, with her wide green eyes and her lush figure and wide hips, and her thick thighs and pouty lips.

She makes me believe in unicorns and rainbows and all that emo shit I swore off.

It’s why I need to fuck her and get her out of my system. To complete what I set out to do. After all, it’s the reason I forced myself into her life, and it’s time to have my revenge.

I drive up to her apartment block and park.

Then, before she’s able to step out of the car, I round the front and open her door.

She slides out, then walks past me. I follow her up the steps of the building, up the stairs to the second story and inside her apartment.

She crosses the floor of the living room, then walks into the bedroom.

I shut the door and follow her in to find she’s standing next to the bed.

"Will you unzip me?"

My knees feel weak, and I shove aside the feeling.

I imagine I’ve been pushing myself too hard at practice.

That’s the only reason my muscles feel so stiff.

Why my arms and legs grow heavy as I reach her.

I lower her zipper, millimeter by millimeter.

The metallic hissing sound leaches into the space.

Goosebumps pop on her skin. I push the dress off her shoulders.

It slides down her arms and catches about her hips.

I peel the dress down her curves, past her thighs. It pools around her ankles. She begins to step out of it, but I place my palm on her back. "You don’t move until I tell you to, get me?"

She nods.

I step back and take in the sight of her clad in only a thong that bisects her butt cheeks.

Sensing my perusal, she shivers. The flesh of her arse jiggles, and the blood drains to my groin.

My cock pushes against the crotch of my pants, and I grip myself.

I squeeze down on my engorged shaft. My balls tighten.

Sweat breaks out on my forehead, and I widen my stance.

"You may step out of your dress now."

She does.

"On the bed, on your hands and knees, legs spread, arse up in the air."

She hesitates.

"Do it, Sparrow."

She instantly scrambles onto the bed and assumes the position. Holy fuck. Seeing her in that pose with her back curved, her glorious butt thrust up and her thighs wide enough to show the smooth skin on either side of her pussy sends heat coursing through my veins.

I turn, walk toward her dresser, and open the drawer, taking out the pair of scissors I saw the last time I looked. When I approach her, she stiffens. "Wh-what are you going to do?"

"What do you think?"

"I… I’m thinking you’re going to do what you did last time."

"Close, but not quite." I slide one of the blades under the waistband of her panties and snip, then do the same to the other side. Her knickers fall to the bed.

I turn the scissors around, then drag the handle down her spine to the valley between her butt cheeks. When I drag it down her lower cleavage, she shudders. And when I rub the handle between her lower lips, a groan bleeds from her.

"You like that, Sparrow?"

She shakes her head.

I laugh. "You can deny it, but your soaked little cunt says otherwise."

I place the scissors on the bed, stand, then undo my belt. The clank of the belt buckle makes her stiffen. And when I pull it off, the scrape of the leather against the fabric makes her entire body jolt.

I twist the belt until I’m holding it by the ends. Then I drag the curved end over her arse cheeks. She shivers again. A fat drop of cum slides down her inner thigh.

"Fucking hell, you’re creaming, Sparrow."

A moan spills from her lips.

"Does the thought of me whipping your arse turn you on so much?"

She shakes her head. I raise my belt and bring it down on her butt cheeks, and she gasps.

A line of pink appears across her arse, and fuck me, that’s so hot.

I bring the belt down on her other cheek, then the first, then the other.

Each time the leather connects with her backside, she shudders.

Moans and whimpers overflow her lips, and with each one, my dick grows thicker.

I throw aside my belt, then drag my fingers up between her pussy lips.

"Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod," she mewls.

"You’re completely drenched, aren’t you baby? The thought of me finally tearing into your cunt is driving you crazy, isn’t it?"

This time she nods.

I smirk. Not that she can see it. Her luxurious, thick hair tumbles down over her face, covering her line of sight.

I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on them.

The cherry sweet taste of her fills my mouth, and I almost come in my pants.

Jesus Christ, what is it about this woman that completely undoes me?

I lower my zipper, pull out my cock and pump it once.

Then grip her hips and pull her toward the edge of the bed so her hips are positioned in front of my crotch.

She shudders, then thrusts her butt up, and the blatant invitation is my undoing. I position my dick at her drenched slit, then thrust forward.