“Yes. Like that.” I was lost in the cascade of sensation; my pussy quickened and clamped around his pistoning cock.
“Baz. Oh God. Baz.”
“That’s it, Prinzessin. Let go.”
My fingernails scored down his back as the first pulse of my orgasm hit me.
I heard Baz hiss and then his cock grew harder, if that was possible.
He grabbed hold of my arms, pinning them above my head. He dropped his forehead to mine and stared into my eyes.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll come and I’m not ready for that. I need to feel you shatter at least twice before that happens.”
The only thing I could say in response was, “Okay.”
We spoke no more words, just let our bodies take over. I was lost in him, lost in his kiss, the feel of him on me and in me.
He held on to my arms, controlling my response, and when I shattered, it was like falling over a cliff, exhilaration and fear. My pussy spasmed and clenched around him, and my mind clouded with a level of pleasure I knew I’d only ever experience in this man’s arms.
“That’s it, love. Now give me one more.”
He continued to pound into me, not letting me come down from my high. My body continued to glide until I erupted again, but this time bringing him with me.
He came as hard as I did, calling out, “Mine, mine, mine.”
I closed my eyes at the emotion his declaration brought out and knew I’d never be the same again.
Chapter Nine
I woke to the feel of lips on my shoulder.
“Baz,” I moaned, curling into his heat.
“Sleep, baby. I’m going to make a few calls and then we need to talk.”
“What time is it?”
“A little after four.”
It had only been about an hour since we’d fallen asleep following a marathon sex session.
“You work in the middle of the night?”
“I work at all hours of the night.” He kissed my shoulder and then ran his fingers down my spine. “When I get back, I plan to bury myself deep in you again. I promised to make you feel me with every step you take.”
That was definitely a given. I ached, but in the best way.
“I’m holding you to it.” I yawned into my pillow.
Baz chuckled, leaving me in his bed.
Last night had been so much more than I expected. I’d never had a man make me come as hard as Baz had or do any of the things he’d done to me.
I’d let him bind me, spank me, fuck me.
I hadn’t expected to wake after our first round of sex with my hands tied to the top of the bed.
“You’re bound, baby. I’m about to show you what it means to give up complete control.”
Those heated words he’d said even now had my heartbeat accelerating and my core contracting.
He’d definitely done as he’d promised. Now dawn was almost upon us.
Every time I thought about the daylight ending my time with Baz, sadness filled my heart.
In a few hours, I’d leave for my family’s home on the coast and a wedding to a man I barely knew anything about, and my night with Baz would be a cherished memory.
Might as well get up and spend every moment I had left with him. I slipped from the bed, grabbing Baz’s shirt from a chair in a corner. I slipped it on and knotted my hair into a loose bun.
I opened the door to find the hallway empty. Padding my way toward the living room, I found myself pausing outside a closed door. I heard a loud discussion. Baz sounded annoyed.
Just as I was about to walk away, I heard, “Are you fucking kidding me, Weber? Just because you’re getting married doesn’t mean you don’t finish your paperwork. I have enough shit to deal with after losing your partner to matrimony. Do you know how hard it’s going to be to train another American the way we run things?”
Weber?
“Stop bitching, old man. It’s already filed. I took care of it. Besides, I have my own problems.”
“I heard. How are you going to break it to your bride that you’ve spent the last few months lying to her?”
“Fuck off. I was planning to come clean, but your ass wants a report.”
All the blood drained from my face and a wave of nausea hit me.
Baz was a Weber. As in, Sebastian Weber.
No, this couldn’t be. He wouldn’t do this to me. I’d been honest with him from the beginning.
“Look, once we close this, you can spend the next few months groveling.” The voice on the other line laughed. “I wish I had a camera to record the infallible Sebastian Weber grovel.”
It was him.
He’d tricked me. He’d used me.
I braced my hand on the wall trying to understand why he’d do this.
It made no sense.
Was this some sick way to make me fall for him? God, who had I fallen for?
A tear spilled down my cheek.
How could I have let this happen? I should have known something was up when he’d shown up at the bar that day in my parents’ neighborhood. I remembered Oma saying my fiancé had just left.
That was the business he had.
God, I was such an idiot.
I’d let him use me.
He was exactly like his father.
Turning, I went into Baz’s…Sebastian’s bedroom. The room smelled of us, our lovemaking, of him.
How could he do this to me?
I grabbed my clothes piled on the floor and put them on. By the time I was dressed, hurt and anger pulsed inside me.
I had no choice but to go through with this, but I’d never give him again what he’d stolen from me.
I wiped away my tears as I made my way into the living room and to the front door, making sure to keep my steps quiet.
I was no longer Baz’s lover. Starting from this point on, I was the prize bought by the Webers.
Present Day
Sebastian
“You’re so fucked,”
