Til Debt Do Us Part (Married At Midnight #4)

Chapter 25

Twenty-Five

Dare

S hutting out the blustery ocean breeze, the front door of my beach house slams with a heavy thud. I love everything about the coast, but the wind is brutal sometimes.

My footsteps echo through the house as I make my way down the hallway, dropping my phone and keys on the kitchen counter along the way.

I’d left early in the morning, venturing out in my yacht before Talia woke up.

I’m halfway up the stairs that lead up to my bedroom, eager for a much-needed nap, when I hear Talia’s voice murmuring.

No, moaning .

“What the fuck?” I hiss. I slow as I approach, pressing my ear to the door.

Moans. Talia’s moans are unmistakable from this distance.

“What the fuck?” I repeat under my breath.

Slowly, I turn the doorknob, cracking the door silently and peering inside.

The sight in front of me makes my heart skip a beat.

Talia. Fucking Talia.

Why is she fucking naked right now? It’s the middle of the day and I expected her to be doing whatever it is that women do when men aren’t paying attention to them. Maybe watching some TV or reading a book?

But this is something else entirely.

My cock instantly hardens at the sight of her spread out like a fucking playboy centerfold, her fingers buried deep in her pussy. Her thighs are spread wide open, showing me a clear view of her pussy. My mouth drops as she lifts her hips off the bed, rolling them around as she fucks first one, then two, then three fingers deep inside of her. When she pulls them out, they’re glistening.

When she puts them in her mouth and moans, I almost come out of my skin.

What the actual fuck?

My hard cock has pulled all the anger out of my veins at the sight of her naked, but I quickly access it again, because despite how fucking sexy she might look right now, she’s still touching herself without a thought in her head for me.

Who does she think she is? I’ve made my interest in Talia perfectly clear. There’s no way I’m going to let her please herself without intervening.

I burst into the room, desire pulsing through my veins once more.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I demand.

She jumps up like she’s been shot.

“Oh, my god!” She reaches for the comforter, but in her haste, it falls on the floor, leaving her completely exposed on my white silk sheets. “I can explain! I – I – um….”

“That’s what I fucking thought,” I snarl, closing the distance between us until she’s forced to look up at me as I tower over her. She reaches for the sheet, but she’s sitting on it, providing only a sliver of coverage over her perky tits, her nipples peeking out of the top, finally giving me a clear view of what I’d been only imagining up until now.

My cock throbs at the sight of her but I do my best to ignore it.

Her copper curls are tousled messily around her face, her eyes, wide with surprise at my sudden intrusion, twinge with a spark of fear that thrills me immensely – it’s just too much.

Fuck.

“I’m sorry,” she finally mutters, biting her bottom lip, sending me even more over the edge.

“Get up,” I demand, my voice loud and booming.

“But I’m naked,” she whines, pissing me off even more.

“I just saw your fingers buried deep in your pussy, Talia. I don’t think your nakedness matters at this point.”

The blush that creeps up her cheeks only serves to make my cock swell. Damn it all. Why am I so fucking turned on by her right now?

Her eyes dart down and when she sees my erection straining through my jeans, her entire demeanor changes. A cocky little smile spreads across her face as she looks up at me.

“Get out,” she says, her voice low and steady now, the fear that had been there earlier quickly fading. “I’m trying to relieve some tension by myself, not trade barbs with you.”

“Fuck off,” I growl.

“You were watching me, weren’t you? Before you came in?”

She arches a brow. Her eyes are all wide and innocent, like that’s enough to fool me. I realize quickly what she’s doing – trying to turn this around, like I’ve done something wrong, like she isn’t the one who has somehow crossed a line.

“Yeah, I was fucking watching you, Talia,” I say. I reach down, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. She looks up at me daringly.

“Fuck off,” she says, trying to push me away.

I shake my head, my gaze raking over her tits, her belly, the curve of her hips, now that the sheet has fallen away completely. “There isn’t a single chance in hell.”

I have a million questions. Mainly, who she was thinking about just now.

And absolutely no answers.

But suddenly, I don’t give a fuck about the questions or the answers.

What I want is to see her fingers buried in her pussy again.

“Do it again, Talia,” I say.

She cocks her head to the side, feigning confusion. “Do what, Dare?”

“Part your legs like a bitch in heat and rub your clit. I want to watch you. I want to be the one who orders you to come.”

I lean down, peering into her eyes, searching them for any sign of resistance. My eyes dart down to her lips and she slides her tongue along the bottom one, tempting me, teasing me.

I know the game she’s playing now, but two can play at that game, and she has no idea what she’s getting into.

My lips slam against her mouth, my tongue forcing its way inside her mouth and tangling with hers as I kiss her deeply, possessively. She gasps as I reached out and pinch her nipple as I search her mouth, until she’s moaning and arching her back, telling me everything I need to know.

I break the kiss and push her back onto the bed.

She falls back with a look of surprise on her face, her bright copper hair falling around her on the white silk pillow. Ignoring the fact that she looks like a fucking angel, I take a step back and stand at the end of the bed.

“I said, do it again, Talia,” I growl once more. “I want to watch you fuck yourself. Like you were doing when I came in.”

She starts to shake her head, but I lift a finger.

“I said, fucking do it, Talia. You’re in my house. You wouldn’t want me to change my mind about proposing to you, would you?”

She gasps, looking at me in disbelief.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

An icy laugh leaves me. I get close to her face, my lips almost touching hers. “I have made more important decisions for much pettier reasons. Try me, Talia. Look me in the eye and tell me what I won’t do.”

A shudder runs through her. “Dare…”

“Shut up and spread those thighs. Show me what I am spending so much money on, darling girl .”

Talia’s lips curl. Then she gives herself a little shake. To my utter pleasure, she sits up and slowly spreads her thighs, giving me the view I was demanding.

I see her glorious pink pussy, the tiny pucker of her ass, and miles of the creamiest skin imaginable. Everything, and I mean everything, is in my view. As I watch, Talia bites her lip and squirms as her pussy creams with excitement.

Fuck. Now that’s something that might be worth more than half a million, right there.

“Good girl,” I grunt. “Now touch yourself with your fingers.”

She lifts her chin with pride, her eyes sparkling as she reaches between her legs and begins fucking herself. My cock throbs painfully now and I reach down and squeeze it through my pants, aching for the relief that I know I’ll receive eventually.

But first…I need this.

Talia puts on a show for me. Her nipples are rock hard the whole time, telling me she’s enjoying it as much as I am. Her fingers work in and out of her pussy, her juices flowing over her hand endlessly as she moans and writhes under her own touch. I watch, taking note of the way she circles her clit a few times with her fingertips before pushing back inside of her depths. She throws her head back, closes her eyes and is really going for it now, but I’m not about to let her get off that easily.

“Talia!” I demand, her name booming out of me like a cannonball. She jumps, her eyes flying open and her gaze slamming into mine.

“What?”

“Look at me when you fucking come,” I growl.

She lets out a long, sexy breath, shaking her head slowly, but just as I demanded, she holds my gaze and begins moving her fingers again.

“That’s it,” I urge. “Good girl. Come for me now.”

Her hand flies through the air as she fucks herself harder and faster, until her entire body seizes up and a deep crimson blush washes over velvety skin, spreading up her neck and over her face. She cries out, fucking her fingers into herself with one hand as she frantically works her clit with the other until her thighs tremble and quake.

When her hands slow down, I know she's finished.

But I’m not.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I demand again. I have no idea if she’ll do it, but we’ve come this far and she’s not resisted. I may as well get as much out of this as I can.

I walk back to the side of the bed, unbuttoning my slacks as I go, smiling as she does just as I’ve told her to do. By the time I have my cock out at the edge of the bed, I don’t even have to tell her what to do.

She looks up at me quickly and I simply nod, stroking my cock in front of her.

I nod, my hand wandering down to frame her breast. I tweak her nipple, causing a shudder of sensation to wrack her oversensitive body. Talia throws her head back, groaning.

I lumber to my feet. I gesture to her, my gaze like a burning brand over her naked body. “Come to me on your hands and knees, darling girl.”

Talia rolls over and then pushes herself up, turning and moving toward me. I groan as I watch Talia crawling toward me.

Fuck. She’s so damned perfect.

“Do you know how fucking hot you are right now?” I growl.

Talia stops when she reaches the edge of the bed, shaking her head slowly. My cock juts out proudly from my body. I step closer, brushing my lower thighs up against the silky sheets of the bed.

Talia reaches out to take my cock in her hand, looking up at me for guidance. Our gazes clash and I shiver.

The look in her eyes is everything I have been craving for years. And all it cost me is half a mil and my freedom.

“Fuck,” I say, reaching out to rub my thumb roughly against her lower lip. “I think you’re scared of me. And being the villain that I am, I am turned on by that. What a bad fucking man your fiancé is, darling girl.”

I look down into Talia’s big blue eyes for half a minute more, my thumb rubbing roughly across the silken skin. She reaches timidly up to me but I shove her hand away, fisting my cock in my hand.

My gaze drops to her mouth. I tilt my head, giving myself a lazy stroke.

“Open your mouth, darling girl,” I whisper. “Let me see that velvet tongue I’ve been dreaming about.”

Talia licks her lips and opens her mouth. I run my free hand through the mass of her copper strands and then grip it, guiding my cock forward.

The last thing Talia sees before her face is buried against my skin is a drop of milky white semen leaking from the crown of my cock. I see her focus on it as I thrust closer to her face.

“Stick your tongue out,” I coach. “Open your mouth, darling.”

Talia sticks her tongue out and I prod it with the tip of my cock. It feels amazing, hot and tight, elastic and unfathomably deep. But as soon as Talia adjusts to my taste, I tug on her hair, lifting her throat. I nudge my cock into her mouth, inch by slow inch, hissing.

Fuck, that feels great.

Talia tries to put her hand up, to give herself a little control over how fast I move, but I knock it away.

“Don’t,” I grate out. “Just cover your teeth with your lips and try to relax.”

Looking up at me, Talia covers her teeth and relaxes as much as she can. I renew my grip on her hair and glorify in the fact that she’s fucking sucking my cock.

I am completely and utterly in control in this moment.

I keep pushing my cock inside her mouth, the tip almost brushing her throat. Lightning sizzles down my veins as I thrust, zipping around my whole body. Talia can’t help but gag at the length of my cock, her whole body shuddering at once.

“Fuuuuck,” I say, watching as Talia tries to control the reflex. It’s so very appealing to know I have control of her very ability to breathe.

I flex my hips again, forcing my cock to touch the back of her throat. Talia gags again, throwing her hand up to shove herself backward with a gasp.

A loud sound bursts forth from my chest, a rumbling bass growl. She’s only standing up for herself, but I’m not interested in her resistance right now.

I step back, pulling my cock out of her mouth with a pop. Talia looks up at me, sucking in breaths.

I stroke my cock, looking at down at her. “So much to do, so little time.” I bite my lower lip and cocks my head. “I like watching you gag on my cock, darling girl. But I don’t want you to be left out in the cold. I want you to come.”

Tightening my grip on her hair, I push my cock even further inside her mouth, loving the feeling of her engulfing me completely. I moan, my release so close I can feel it building deep inside of me. The thought of coming in Talia’s mouth is beyond exciting, but I want even more.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good. Fuck!” I say, fucking into her mouth over and over. “Touch yourself again, Talia. Fuck your pussy. I want to see you come with me.”

She moans, the vibrations rocking through my cock as she reaches down and sinks her fingers into her pussy again, my cock twitching at the sight once more. I am so fucking close but I’m not about to come until she’s coming too.

“Fuck yourself harder,” I say, as I grab her head, guiding my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

“Good girl, good girl,” I growl as her fingers disappear into her beautiful pussy. Her tongue is wet and smooth and hot as it works expertly around my cock. “Now, I want you to come. Come for me, darling girl.”

She moans deeply, the vibrations once again sending me reeling and as I see her body tense up and shudder, I know she’s coming and I let myself go, the pressure building up to a roaring thunder in my head until I explode in her sweet mouth, ribbons of hot white heat that she greedily sucks down, sending rivers of rolling pleasure ricocheting throughout my body.

Her tongue slowly swirls around my shaft, licking up all traces of my pleasure.

“Good girl,” I sigh.

Talia wipes her mouth and darts a glance at me, her expression unreadable. She withdraws from me, curling up and pulling the blanket over her head. I look at her, feeling somewhat at a loss as to what I am supposed to say.

What does Talia want from me, exactly? I wonder as I lie down next to her.

Closing my eyes, I mull over the issue. And before I know it, I’m asleep.