In the form of an answer, I pinch my nipples, my wetness drips down my thighs, coating me. I close my legs, trying for some kind of relief so that my stupid mouth loses the words that are pressing against my tongue. Ones that are all about begging him to finally fuck me like I need him to.
I, Davina Nyx Kinsley, don’t fucking beg.
So I say the only thing that comes to my head, “For what? Agreeing to marry you? Believe me. The fact that you stopped just to say that is punishment enough,” I say ironically, rolling my eyes at him.
Sliding my hands down my abs to the abdomen, I start rubbing my clit.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out, my head falling back on the pillow, eyes closing. I tease my pussy running my fingers along the slit and push my hips up, going through my arse. Even though I cannot see Macsen’s expression, I know it must be worth thousands of words. All fucking filthy and dirty.
His breath picks up and I feel his cock against my palms. He’s jerking off.
I chuckle and start to finger myself, pushing two fingers inside my pussy.
“Such a beautiful cunt,” he murmurs, his hot breath on my pussy lips. Then he adds his tongue and I let go, allowing him to take over. He whirls it around my mound and goes up straight to my lips, giving me the taste of my own juices. Warm and sweet. Smells like sex.
He holds my hands in one of his and restricts them with his tie.
I’m getting even wetter.
Why the fuck does it turn me on? This limits my movements. Makes me goddamn vulnerable and disables me from protecting myself if Macsen really wanted to take over the Firm by killing me. Yet here I am enjoying it.
He tugs at my knickers and rips them apart, leaving me completely exposed to his eyes.
“You’re an arsehole,” I tell him as he opens my legs and guides me to wrap them around his waist. I do just that.
“I know, and I’ll fuck you like I hate you.”
At once, I feel him inside me all over again. His hands holding onto the tie above my head as he impales his cock on me, making me scream for the first time. The sound makes him smile and he slams inside me ever harder. Every single nerve surrendering to him. Taking all the pleasure. But it’s the pain that I enjoy more. It makes me feel alive. Worthy of living.
I shake.
He thrusts into me, over and over. His teeth bite down on my lips before he sucks in the skin on my neck. For someone who clearly cares about his social presence, he surely doesn’t give a shit that people might see the love bite on me, and as much as I hate getting marked because I belong to no one, I give up on speaking out. The overwhelming feelings crash on my chest, words get stuck in my throat, and the only thing he can hear is my hearty screams and occasional moans.
For the first time, I’m so fucking close to coming, having a man’s cock in me. It always takes much more than that. And as my body trembles in his hold, he knows I’m about to cum.
“Not yet,” he says, kissing me between my breasts. Panting doesn’t stop and it’s getting harder to stay in this state of complete euphoria, holding back the release. I arch my back, trying to find the position in which I can last longer.
Just a little bit longer.
Macsen’s eyes go back to mine. “Come all over my cock, Davina,” he orders me and I fall apart, screaming my release as my pussy walls clench around his dick and I can feel his cum inside me as well.
My blood boils in my veins which usually happens when I’m angry. But at this point, I’m too tired for any of that. “Was that good enough for Mrs Perfect to rule me out as a horny fucking teenage boy?” he asks, but with the sudden weariness overtaking my body I just manage to nod.
No more smartass words tonight.
My eyelids are dropping as he withdraws. He kisses my lips, the possessiveness almost palpable. He lets go of my wrists and gathers me into his arms, my head now resting on his chest.
I need sleep, and I shouldn’t let my guard down. Right now I’m the most vulnerable. My legs are weak and every part of my body and soul fails me. The heaviness I cannot fight against. But I still do as I roll to the edge of the bed and swing my legs down, getting up.
Macsen clears his throat, confused. “What are you doing?” he asks.
I turn to him, grabbing the first best piece of clothing which happens to be his dress shirt and wrap my body in it.
“I’m going to my bedroom. I don’t sleep with anyone,” I say honestly without going into details, and judging by the fact that Macsen doesn’t ask more, he’s too tired to argue with me.
Thank fuck.
I breathe out as I walk down the hallway to find a spare bedroom that I remember Theo talking about at one of the arrangement meetings. It’s the last door on the right. I grip the handle to open them, welcomed by a fresh vanilla scent. Not like the one smelling of sex in Macsen’s. It immediately makes me smile because I just might manage to sleep through the rest of the night.
As my legs give up on me slowly, I stroll to the bed and fall asleep at once.
CHAPTER FIVE
Davina
It’s still early when I wake up. Barely past seven in the morning. Perhaps late for me as I’m used to getting up at least an hour earlier, but with everything that happened yesterday, I needed rest.
Flipping on my back, I extend my hand and brush it over the sheets on my left. They are cold and empty. And I don’t understand why it surprises me since I changed the bedrooms right after sex. It’s not like Macsen would go out of his way to come to me, and it’s not what I would want anyway. I reach for Macsen’s shirt once again and pull it on. I jump out of bed, ripping the doors open, and rush to the downstairs part of the penthouse, hoping to see him somewhere in the lounge, kitchen, or wherever else in this place.
Somehow the silence in the bedroom makes me uneasy.
Thankfully, I hear some voices, cursing the fact that I don’t know this fucking place and its layout so when I get down the stairs, I open each and every room before I reach the small one at the very back. I see two older women and one man probably only a few years older than me. The staff. One cook, a housekeeper, and a driver. At least that’s what I’ve been told by Macsen’s sister at the wedding when she incompetently tried to get to know me.
“Hello,” I greet them, not wanting to sound rude. Especially since I didn’t have the pleasure to meet them officially. “I’m Davina,” I introduce myself, making them frown in surprise.
God damn, Macsen must have really made them accustomed to his rudeness. Or perhaps they just got to know so many rich and entitled people in our society that they didn’t expect me to even acknowledge them as human beings.
There are numerous things that can be said about me, however; I still admire the dedication of the working class. Most of my childhood I spent talking up my father’s workers, helping the cooks prepare food, taking care of the garden by ripping out the weeds and growing plants. Especially in the summer when we left for our summer house.
“Good morning, Mrs Addison,” says one of the women, bowing her head.
I raise my hand. “Please, call me by my name.”
“But Mr Addison doesn’t agree to this kind of behaviour towards him,” adds the other one.
“Well, I do. And if you persist in calling me by my surname, it’s still Kinsley. Just Kinsley,” I point out.