“You want me to fuck you that badly, huh?” I growled and tangled my hand in her hair, walking her backward so she was pressed against the banister. She shrugged the jacket off and gave me a look of defiance that should have angered me but only made me want her more.

I pulled her hair hard enough to expose her neck to me. She let out a cry as I descended on the sensitive area. Biting, licking, and sucking. I wanted her marked. For every second she was here, I wanted her to be reminded of exactly what I was doing to her.

I placed open-mouthed kisses down her throat and on her chest, which was now bared to me. She was already pulling off her lingerie, and I paused at the sight of her breasts. So perfect and just begging for me to taste them.

I cursed under my breath before pulling a nipple into my mouth. Her moan echoed through the house. Her hands tangled in my hair. I picked her leg up to place it around my waist. My cock was throbbing, pushing against my pants and yearning to slip inside her. It would be so easy. All I needed to do was unzip my pants, and I’d be able to slide home. My other hand left her hair to roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

When her hips started jerking against me, I cursed internally and thrust against her, angling us so my cock was pushed up against her cunt. She ground on it, creating delicious friction between us.

I pulled away and leaned to whisper in her ear, “What would people think?”

“What are you on about?” she asked breathlessly. I trailed my hand down her stomach, reveling in the way she shook as I got closer and closer to her cunt.

“What would they think?” I asked and made sure to look into her eyes as I slid two fingers through her folds and slowly into her entrance. “About you. A spoiled little brat getting fucked by your father’s business partner for money.”

I pumped my fingers into her. Once. Twice. She was so wet. Sopping. She had been since our time at the auction. She might despise me, but she wanted me too. Her eyes were hooded, her mouth shut, her lips between her teeth as she tried to suppress her moans.

Fucking perfect.

When she didn’t answer, I switched tactics. Instead of pumping into her, I rocked against her while pressing my thumb to her clit.

Her head fell back, and a shaky moan escaped her lips.

Victory.

“Don’t you think it’s fucking appalling?” I asked. “And this isn’t the first time. You practically threw yourself at me when⁠—”