Chapter 24 – By Fate I Conquer Cora Reilly Read Online Free
“Nobody would dump me because of my father,” she muttered.
I perked up at the bitter note in her voice. “Too scared of the old man, I get it. But why do you sound like this pisses you off? Don’t you enjoy the perks of being feared because of your scary daddy?”
“I’d rather be feared or rather respected for who I am.”
Her words surprised me, but I couldn’t hold back a snide comment. “People generally don’t respect or fear people for their extraordinary shopping skills.”
She narrowed her eyes. “There’s more to me than shopping. You don’t know me.”
“Then enlighten me, Snow White.”
“My life’s not a fairy tale, so stop calling me that.”
My grin widened at her obvious anger. “Pity, I’m sure the big bad wolf would love to eat you.”
A blush traveled up her throat and her cheeks, making her look even more like the fairy tale princess.
“I study marketing and I’m among the best.”
I couldn’t stop smirking.
She glowered. “I suppose you see yourself as the big bad wolf, Mad Dog?”
I would definitely love to eat her.
She shook her head and became very quiet. “It’s been over a week. When’s this going to be over?”
I hadn’t asked Earl again. He’d punished Vitiello with silence, hoping the asshole would die from worry over his daughter. And I didn’t mind having a few more days with Marcella.
My smile died. “Soon. When your old man is dead.”
She closed her eyes. “What would it take for you to give up your plan?”
“Don’t waste your time looking for a way to convince me. I won’t lie, my dreams are filled with images of your naked body on top of mine, but even that won’t change my mind, so don’t try to manipulate me with s**x.”
“Nobody said anything about s**x,” she murmured. Then she tilted her head curiously. “So you’d prefer if I didn’t try to seduce you?”
“I’ve been waiting every f-cking night for you to finally try, but don’t do it for any other reason than because you want to.”
“As if you’d care why I’d make a move on you.”
I smirked. “I wouldn’t, as long as I ended up between your thighs. But I want to spare you the disappointment if you don’t get anything out of it except for dirty, amazing s**x.”
“If s**x is all I wanted, I could have slept with more s**xy guys than I can count. There are few men who wouldn’t say yes to a night with me.”
Without a doubt…
“Maybe you didn’t choose one of them because all of those men cowered before your father. I’m the first guy that isn’t scared of him, and that, admit it or not, turns you on.”
She didn’t deny it, only looked at me in a way that sent a rush of desire through me.
I perched on the windowsill, peering out. As so often I tried to find landmarks that would give me a clue where I was, but the forest around the clubhouse didn’t offer any hints. After ten days in the hands of the bikers, I was starting to give up hope that Dad and Matteo would find me. A floorboard creaked in the hallway, causing me to tense.
Whenever Maddox wasn’t around, my nerves were frayed. No matter how insane it was, he protected me. I’d seen the looks the other men gave me, hungry and hateful. I couldn’t expect mercy from them, and even though I’d like to say I didn’t want their mercy, I was terrified of what they might do to me.
“Oh, Spoiled Princess, where are you hiding?” Cody called in a sing-song voice. It was his favorite hobby to lurk around in front of the door when Maddox was gone and torture me with comments of how he’d rape me. He made loud sniffing sounds. “I can smell that Italian p*ssy. Let a real man fill that dirty hole.”
I made sure not to make a sound. Maybe then he’d go away. Instead he rattled the door handle. Even though I knew he was trying to scare me on purpose, I couldn’t help but feel anxious. Only a door and the bikers’ respect for Maddox kept me safe. Both weren’t things I wanted to rely on.
The longer my captivity took, the higher the chances got that Earl White would eventually snap and hurt me to pressure Dad. I didn’t want to wait for that to happen but escape without Maddox’s help was futile.
He had made it clear that he wouldn’t help me no matter what I did, but at this point, I wondered if I shouldn’t test his theory. I’d heard him murmur my name in his dreams at night.
The roar of an engine turned my head toward the driveway and I couldn’t help but smile when I spotted Maddox on his Harley coming to a stop in front of the porch. He removed his helmet and ran a hand through his unruly hair. I had to admit that the sight of Maddox mounting his beast of a motorcycle was strangely attractive.
Even his biker outfit with the cut looked good on him. He swung off his bike then looked up to his window. Our eyes met and my belly twitched in a way I didn’t even want to analyze. I turned away from the window as if I didn’t care that he was back, but the overwhelming relief in my body spoke a very different language.
It was dark and Maddox’s warmth was everywhere. Eventually I rolled over. I could hardly make out his silhouette. The curtains kept too much of the moonlight out. Maddox wanted me, and even if I’d never admit it, I felt attracted to him. Turned on even, as he’d said.
I could follow my desire and hope it would save me, or I could deny myself what I wanted and rely on others to save me. Maybe I was a spoiled princess, but I didn’t need a prince to wake me from eternal slumber.
The dark seemed to cover us in a cocoon full of possibilities. I lay on my back beside Marcella. She smelled like trouble and temptation. She’d shifted and now her knee lightly touched my thigh, and the touch seemed to electrify my whole body. Her closeness wreaked havoc with me. She was warm and so goddamn close.
Being close to her every night was torture. Earl had mentioned that he’d contact Vitiello soon to make the exchange, and instead of looking forward to getting revenge, my only thought was that I’d lose Marcella before I even had her. I was such a d*ckhead.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“That I’ll regret ever inviting you into my room,” I said.
“Why?”
I had a feeling she knew of her effect on me. It was almost impossible for me not to check her out, not to fantasize about her day and night. “I think you know,” I said gruffly.
She moved, bringing us closer, but still only her knee touched me. I wanted to roll over and pull her against me, kiss her, taste her, especially that p*ssy I had been fantasizing about.
“Do I?”
My patience snapped. I rolled over, bringing our faces impossibly close. Even her breath was sweet as she exhaled sharply. I didn’t touch her, even though every part of me wanted to. “I can’t stop thinking about your p*ssy and if it’s dripping,” I said crudely, hoping to make the spoiled princess shy back, but she only swallowed.
“Nothing’s stopping you from finding out,” she whispered.
I was sure I’d misheard her. I touched her hip and after briefly tensing, she softened under my touch. “What are you doing? Do you think you can seduce me into helping you? How often do I have to tell you that’s not going to work?”
“And even if I were, wouldn’t it be worth it to get a taste of the spoiled princess?”
F*ck. I couldn’t resist. I stroked along her upper thigh then trailed my fingers inside the boxer shorts. Marcella’s warm breath brushed over my lips as she exhaled when my fingers slid under her underwear.
I stifled a groan at the feel of her silky warm flesh. Her p*ssy was so f*cking soft. She held her breath as I brushed my index finger along her slit. My fingertip discovered the subtle hint of wetness between her p*ssy lips. “F*ck,” I groaned.
Determined to tease more of it out of her, I traced my finger up and down her slit.
Her breathing was still slow and controlled but picked up when I began to scissor her p*ssy, stroking her between my index and my middle finger, and brushing my finger joints over her clit. She began to pant and soon my fingers were slick with her arousal. I couldn’t resist. I dipped one finger into her and stifled a curse.
She felt as if I’d died and gone straight to heaven. She was so tight, Cody’s words came back to me. Maybe he was right. F*ck, I fingered her leisurely, wanting to savor every moment of this.
She grabbed my shoulders and began to move her hips in rhythm with my fingers, chasing the heel of my palm with her clit. I slowed, and as I’d hoped she rubbed herself against my hand, driving my finger into herself over and over again. My cock was ready to explode.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered thickly.
“F*ck, you really think anything would stop me from fingering you until you cream? I’d even keep doing it, if my fingers fell off.”
“Shut up,” she groaned, then sucked in a sharp breath. I pumped faster, almost drunken on her moans and the feel of her tight walls around my finger. I added a second finger, my d*ck twitching at her sharp exhale. Her lips found mine for an uncoordinated kiss.
And then she exploded with a cry, her walls clenching around my fingers. Her orgasm was like an unstoppable avalanche, her juices running down my fingers and wrist. “Dripping,” I rasped.
Marcella only moaned softly as I kept pumping in and out of her slowly, prolonging her orgasm. Eventually I stopped but kept my fingers inside of her, relishing in the occasional spasm that took hold of her walls. I pulled out my fingers and brought them to my lips, licking them clean, making sure that she could hear what I did.
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