I move to straddle his lap, circling my arms around his neck as my dress rides up my thighs, exposing the black lace of my panties.
“Do you love me, Victor?” I ask, softly, my voice sounding hopeful.
Victor lets out a small groan as he cups the back of my head and guides my mouth to his. My fingers tease the silky strands of hair on the back of his head as the kiss deepens, the taste of champagne still on his tongue.
I feel him harden beneath me and I rock my hips to relieve the ache between my thighs. It’s been three days since I’ve felt his lips, his touch. Our relationship might be at an impasse, but I’ve still missed him.
“Please,” I breathe against his mouth.
Reaching behind me, he unzips my dress and pats me on the ass. Rising up on my knees, I pull the dress over my head and toss it onto the adjacent sofa as Victor undoes his dress pants, lowering them just enough to free his cock. His fingers circle the base of his dick while his thumb swipes over the pre-cum at the tip.
“Take what you want, kitten.” His voice is thick with lust as he pushes my panties to the side and positions himself at my entrance.
Placing my hands on his shoulders for balance, I slowly slide down his length, and our pleasured moans fill the room as I take him inside me.
His hands move to my hips, anchoring me in place. The inner walls of my core pulse, begging for friction—for release.
“So greedy,” he taunts as he leans forward and sucks my nipple through the lace of my bra.
“Victor, please let me move,” I beg.
“Do you need to come, kitten?”
“Yes,” I groan. “Why can’t we just have normal sex like a normal couple?”
“Everyone has their own definition of normal. What you want is a fairy tale, Makayla. That’s not what I want, not what I need.”
“And what is it you need, Victor?” I snap. “Show me exactly what you need.”
His blue eyes are nearly black and glazed over with lust mixed with something I’ve never seen before. I feel his cock swell inside me as he reaches up and fists his hand in my hair.
“Get on your knees,” he growls.
The authoritative tone in his voice has me scrambling from his lap and dropping to my knees. Tears pool in my eyes as sharp pain rips through my skull, and I realize Victor still has my hair in a tight grip.
When he tugs my face forward, I instinctively move my hands to grasp his thighs. With his free hand, he grabs his dick and angles it at my mouth, brushing the tip over my lips.
“Open for me, kitten,” he says huskily.
I part my lips, and in one swift move, he shoves his cock to the back of my throat. My fingers curl into the fabric of his pants as I gag around him, struggling to breathe.
He grunts as he tightens his grip on my hair and drives my mouth over his cock.
Tears spill down my cheeks and my heart shatters along with any hope I had of a future with this man. This man whom I loved is now replaced by a stranger using me for his pleasure only.
A loud groan rips from Victor’s chest as hot semen spills down my throat.
Victor pulls me back, his cock slipping from my mouth, and I gasp for air.
He leans in until we’re face to face. “You said you wanted the man you fell in love with,” he growls before smashing his lips against mine. “This is that man.”
He releases his grip on my hair and I fall back on my ass. I scramble over to the adjacent sofa and curl up at the end, covering my partially naked body with my discarded dress.
Shaking my head in disgust as I swipe the tears from my cheeks, I say, “God, I hate you.”
I hold my breath, waiting for an apology or even a look of remorse, but instead, he stands from the sofa, and rights his clothes as if he didn’t just treat me like a human sex doll.
“Stay here as long as you need.”
“Where are you going?”
Ignoring my question, he moves to stand in front of me and continues, “I deposited some money into your account as a graduation gift.” He bends over, putting his face in mine. One hand grips the back of the sofa and he uses the other to cup my chin. “Kiss me goodbye, Makayla.”
The fucking nerve of this asshole. I scoff in disgust, turning my face so he gets my cheek and seethe, “Fuck this place. Fuck your money.” I turn my face back to his. “And fuck you.”
Chapter Five
Cannon
I roll to a stop at the curb and turn off the car. Heather turns her head to look out the passenger window. “What is this place?”
I look up at the newly remodeled two-story Mediterranean-style residence. The home was originally built in the late sixties, and some speculate that it was once owned by a mobster. It sits on a corner lot just two blocks from Magnolia Park Village. It’s been empty for years and was in pretty bad shape when I took possession of it. My cousin, who designs and builds custom homes all around the Bay Area, took one look at it and offered to buy it from me. I laughed hard as I turned him down. I know a good investment when I see one—it’s what I do—but this one is for Heather. Her graduation gift is also her very first lesson in business and property investment.
“This is one of your gifts.”
She looks over at me with raised brows. “You bought me a house?”
Reaching into the back seat, I grab the leather-bound book with a big pink bow tied around it and set it in her lap. “I bought you an investment. Come on.”
Grabbing my cell
