“So everything he said wasn’t true?” Balto claimed he never lied, so now was his chance to prove it.
His eyes shifted back and forth slightly as he looked into mine.
“Yes, it’s true. But we aren’t together all the time. No one knows where I am all the time besides me. Don’t put too much stock in what he says.”
“If that’s true, why did you want me to forgive him so much? If he’s not credible, why do you want me to trust him?”
I had him cornered, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Balto didn’t want to show his hand, but I already knew what cards he had. He kept them close to his chest, but I was yanking them down to the table.
I walked back to the bed and peeled off my thong. It slid down my long legs until it hit the rug around his bed. Then I took off the soft t-shirt I’d just put on. Buck naked, I moved onto his bed and lay on my back. I opened my legs to him and rubbed my fingers against my clit.
He stared right between my legs, his jaw tightening and the front of his jeans getting noticeably tight. When he couldn’t resist the temptation, he came toward the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. His jeans came next, along with his boxers. When his enormous cock was revealed, it was long, thick, and ready to blow.
“Were you with anyone else before you took me?”
He got onto the bed and moved to his knees. “What does it matter?”
“It matters because I think it matters.” I pressed my foot against his chest to keep him in place. My fingers kept rubbing my clit, coating my entrance with slickness. My nipples were hard, and my breathing was deep and erratic. “Now, answer me.”
He grabbed me by the ankle and lowered my foot before he moved farther over me.
I pressed my foot against him again. “Answer me, or I’m going to make myself come and then go to sleep.”
He watched my fingers work my clit as his wide chest expanded harder against my foot. He could probably see my slickness drip down toward my crack. We’d spent four nights apart, and he hadn’t caught up on the time we missed.
His eyes flicked back to mine, his irritation obvious in the vein in his forehead. He was pissed I’d commandeered the power in the situation, and he was pissed he was falling right into my trap. The smart thing to do would be to walk away and leave me there, but he wanted this pussy too much. “No. There was no one else.”
I finally got the answer I wanted, so I widened my legs and gave him permission to move on top of me.
His narrow hips fit right between my thighs, and he guided his shaft with his hand. He pressed his thick crown inside me and sank perfectly, sliding through my wetness until he was buried to the hilt. “Fuck.”
My ankles locked around his waist, and I pulled him close to me, our lips almost touching. My hand glided up his strong chest, and I looked into those blue eyes that always bored into mine when I came. “I already knew the answer. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
She lay there half asleep, satisfied by my deep thrusts and the pile of come sitting inside her. Her hair was a mess from the way I’d fisted it like a rope, and she looked so beautiful with those plump lips that had been thoroughly kissed.
I slipped out of bed and started to get dressed.
When she heard the sound of my movements, she sat up in bed and looked at me, her eyes heavy because of her desire to sleep. She watched me pull on my jeans. “You aren’t leaving tonight, are you?”
“I’ve got a lot of work to do, baby.”
“But you were gone for four nights just days ago.”
“That was all your doing.” I pulled on my t-shirt then ran my fingers through my short hair. My boots came on next.
She slipped out of bed and pulled on one of my t-shirts, pouting in disappointment. “When will you be home?”
“I’m not being a smartass. I never know what the night holds. Maybe I’ll be back in a few hours. Maybe I won’t come back at all.” I didn’t want Cassini to get the wrong impression about the two of us. Heath threw me under the bus, and now this woman assumed my monogamy meant something. It didn’t mean a damn thing. Nothing had changed between us. She was the prisoner, and I was the captor. She was a key component in this war with Lucian, and I would use her in whatever way was necessary. These domestic conversations about when I’d be home were irritating.