Chapter 14

Ella

We stand in front of the door to my house in the darkness, the sun now fully set. After the kiss we shared in the car, after those words he growled at me, I don't think I'm capable of letting him walk away right now. I hope to god he doesn't decide to blow cold at me again, and walk off.

"You're coming inside, right?" I hedge, fully prepared to physically leap on Rho like a monkey and refuse to let go if he answers in the negative.

His brows lower. "Definitely."

I send a quick glance to his truck, which he's parked haphazardly in front of the house beside mine, as if he's about to pull back out any minute now. "You're sure?"

Instead of answering he steps into me, leans down, and quietly huffs, "Open your door. Now."

"Yes, sir," I mutter deliberately, feeling a not-so-small thrill at the way his dark eyes flare with heat, and he braces his palm on the door frame behind me.

Now there's a new little detail that surprised me, in the best of ways.

I turn and put my keys into the lock before he can do anything I wouldn't want the grapevine buzzing about. So much for taking control and making the first move. I'd barely given him the world's most innocent kiss and touched his knee, and the way he completely flipped the script and took charge has me scrambling to keep up.

I've never had anyone so thoroughly take control, and it's beyond thrilling. Even on our first night together he wasn't quite this…domineering. As if he's been holding himself back for too long lately, and now that he's unleashed, he can't quite rein it in anymore.

I shiver at the thought and push open the door.

And then my keys are yanked from my fingers and thrown to the side, the door slams behind us with a bang, and I'm swept up against a strong, warm chest before I can even turn around again.

"I'm assuming your room is upstairs?" he says, but he's already taking the stairs two at a time and has come to the top rung before I can reply.

"Last door to the left!" I'm halfway between a laugh and a breathy whimper as he strides forward, hauling me against his chest bridal style, before practically kicking down the door to my room.

"Rhokar, you'll break it!"

"I'll have my people build you a new one," he growls, completely unconcerned for my property. It takes him two solid strides to clear all the way across my room, before he dumps me unceremoniously on my mattress, and then looms over me for a long moment.

"Nice big, solid bed frame," he mutters, before grabbing his shirt at the back of his neck and yanking it over his shoulders in one movement. "This won't break. Good girl."

My pussy throbs, my senses on overload. "Rhokar, if you don't stop talking like that, I'm going to come before you even touch me."

I notice his stomach muscles tense at that, the solid green outline of his clearly defined abs twitching, and his expression sharpens further as his gaze laser focuses on me.

"My girl likes praise, does she?" His voice dips, rough and low and deep, and my heart jumps in my chest. My girl…

He lifts his lips in a wicked smile around his tusks and he drops a knee to the mattress, watching me like a predator about to pounce. "Is that why she works so hard, hmm? Needs to hear the boss tell her what a good girl she is?"

His second knee eats up the space between us, and suddenly my huge bed doesn't feel quite so big.

"There's no way," I practically gasp, shuffling backwards as if to avoid my visceral reaction to his words, trying to get my bearings as I feel my panties flood with moisture. "What you're saying is not hot at all. It's demeaning and chauvinistic and…"

He sniffs, grins wider, and drops his palm by my thigh. "Is that why the scent of your arousal practically doubled just now?"

" You can smell that ?" I squeak and try to scramble away from him. But in a second his big palm is wrapped around my ankle, and he growls.

"Don't run from me. Not unless you want me to chase you."

My lips part, chest rising in shallow pants and nipples hardening as I sit frozen, helpless to do anything but watch him and let his rough voice wash over me.

"Take off your shirt," he murmurs when I make it clear I'm not going anywhere, and he releases my ankle when I shift to kneel and pull my shirt and tank up.

"I want to hear verbal confirmation, Ella."

I pause, staring at him with my shirt hitched just under my bra, surprised at the way the hard tone of his voice makes my stomach flutter in anticipation. "Uh, yes, okay."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes…sir?"

His eyes rake over me approvingly, and he nods. "Good."

Oh, shit. My entire core just clenched at that. I finish pulling the material off my torso, and find myself staring at him with wide eyes, shocked at myself for my reactions. This has never happened to me before. I'm in charge of so many people in the office, managing multi-million-dollar projects daily, and I've always brought an element of that confidence to the bedroom. I've never even had anyone even try to command me like this.

But Rhokar is doing it so effortlessly. What's more, I like it.

"And the bra," he says, once my shirts are on the floor.

"Yes, sir," I practically whisper.

A second later, it's unclipped.

He huffs out a breath, and then both his palms are covering me, cupping my breasts completely. His expression melts as he touches me, and I gasp when he pinches both my nipples roughly.

"Fuck, Ella," he whispers, and then he's bending down over me, his tusks pressing into my skin as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue, the electric pleasure barely shooting through me before he releases with a wet pop and switches sides.

"Rho," I whimper, wrapping my arms around his head. He grunts and falls backwards, twisting so that he's sucking my breast from beneath me, one arm curled firmly around my waist to hold me in place as the other drops to the waistband of my jeans, and he shoves them down my legs.

"Off," he snaps when they don't make it down far enough, and he accentuates it with a hard smack against my ass and a grin. "Now."

" Bossy, " I huff, responding to his playful look as I twist to get my shoes, panties, and jeans off all in one go, but he just tucks one arm behind his head, giving me the perfect view of his wide chest and his huge, bunched bicep as he watches me.

When I get my clothes off, I come up to a kneel, and throw my jeans at his face. "Happy?"

"Very," he says as he catches them deftly, tossing them to the side with a flick. And then his eyes are caressing every inch of me, and an intensity is falling back over his features that has my blood heating.

"Beautiful," he whispers.

"Your turn," I murmur as I crawl back towards him, but when I reach for his zipper he shakes his head, grabbing my wrist.

"If you take them off, I won't be able to stop myself from sliding deep inside you." His words rumble from his chest hoarsely, and I feel my eyelids flutter with desire.

"Sounds good to me."

He shakes his head again, his eyes dragging down to the juncture between my legs. "I had a different plan."

"Please, sir," I whisper, making my eyes wide as I draw my palm over his hardness, and I feel the way his length jumps at my words. "I promise I'll be a good girl."

I'm leaning into it the whole thing a little hard, and we both know it. But he snorts and releases my wrist anyway, and I bite my lip to hide my grin as I hastily unbuckle him.

He knew I was overdoing it, but he still liked it. And he still let me.

That's kind of cute.

I pull his clothes off and drink in the sight of what lies between his thick, strong thighs, and my humor leaves me.

He's as long and green and thick as I remember, dark and dusky at the base with a hint of pink at the tip. Thick veins snake all along his length, but my eyes are drawn to his base where he has two swellings on his top side, spongy and almost tusk-like, both sweeping forward in very specific angles.

I remember exactly where those swellings hit me the last time we came together.

I'm slick with desire as I look at him, desperate for him, and I find that I'm rubbing my thighs together just to relieve some of the tension. Especially when he smiles at me again.

"Rhokar…"

"I would never deny you anything," he murmurs, sitting up as I reach for his length, "especially not when you ask so nicely." But he once more grabs my wrist before I get to him, and I suddenly find myself flipped to my back with his huge green shoulders pressing my knees out wide. "But I promised you'd come on my lips first, and I'm a man of my word."

His hot mouth descends between my legs, and I cry out as he dives straight down to suckle gently against my clit, my fingers diving desperately into his long hair at the onslaught of sensations. He has no lead up to his every move, no subtlety, but he hits just the right spots in just the right way, remembering my body like he remembered my drink order, as if he'd written a list of everything he'd learned about me and was systematically ticking it off now. It doesn't take very long at all before he's sliding one thick finger inside my slick channel, his tongue dancing a slow circle around my now sensitized clit as he pumps, before inserting a second finger. My body curls with tension, my head spinning with desire. When he adds a third, stretching me, readying me for the sheer size of his girth, I catch my breath and arch into his lips, completely unable to control the way I ride his face, pressing him closer with my fingers still tangled through his now thoroughly messy hair.

"Rho, I'm close…" I gasp, once more surprised, this time at how quickly my body is responding to him. I feel my legs begin to tremble, and he groans into me, his tongue continuing its path as he pumps a steady rhythm with his fingers, in and out, in and out. "Wait, I don't…"

Tension coils low in my belly. I can feel his tusks pressing into the crease where my thighs meet, and then one hand is grabbing my ass and tugging me closer.

"Please," I cry. "I need you inside!" I don't know what's come over me, but I'm suddenly so certain that I need to feel him closer, deeper, to reach me where his fingers and mouth can't go. My heart demands his full body weight against me, demands to give the same pleasure I'm receiving. So when he doesn't comply to my tugging at his shoulders, to my cries that I need him and not his mouth, I resort to dirty tactics

" Please, sir, " I gasp desperately, and I feel his groan reverberate through my entire body. "I need you, I'm begging you. Come inside me, please. "

I'm wondering desperately if I need to throw a few more sirs in there for good measure as my body begins to peak, when he swears against me roughly and pulls away.

I moan at his loss, but then he's kneeling over me, his hair-tie lost and his black hair tumbling down broad shoulders in a deliciously sexy tousle. He palms his thick green length, a wild look in his eyes as he lines up with my entrance. "Is this what my girl needs? Do you need me to fuck you, Ella?"

"Oh, god," I feel his blunt head press against me, sliding up across my clit, and the tell-tale signs of an oncoming orgasm begins to start up along my body. "Yes, yes. "

"Say my name," he demands as he presses slowly in. "Tell me who your male is."

Oh my god, oh my god.

"Say it," he grits, his voice thick with lust and pleasure as he continues to stretch me out, and I swear I can feel the texture of every vein along his length. "Who do you belong to."

" Rhokar ." His name is barely a breath on my lips and I feel suspended, wound tight to the breaking point, stuck here just before tipping only because of how slow and careful he is as he enters. " R-Rho, I… "

"You're doing wonderfully," he rasps, both palms falling heavily to either side of my face as he fights to gently press himself into my desperate body. "Good…"

"Oh, fuck, don't say it," I whisper, my nails scratching desperately against his back, but he just locks eyes with me, grins a wicked, tusky grin, and flicks himself the last of the way in, grinding his upper swellings tightly against my over-sensitized bundle of nerves.

"Good girl," he rumbles, voice deep and rough, and then his lips press against mine, swallowing my desperate cry as my first orgasm rips through me.

I feel him groan against me as my walls pulse over his shaft, and he begins to move, but I'm lost to anything else as I ride the first waves of my euphoria. I'm full, so full, no-one else can fill me up like he can. It feels so good, so right. I feel like I'm home.

My body bucks in irregular twitches of pleasurable aftershock as I come down, but he leans back on his knees, pressing his palm against my stomach to keep me still as he pumps his hips, and I don't come completely

down.

There's still tension rolling through me, already beginning to build again, and I can't help but wrap my legs around him and match his rhythm. The way his eyes roll back when I buck up to meet him sends another deep flutter through my core, and when his big hands move to clutch my hips, almost meeting in the middle from his sheer size as he takes over and slams into me harder, reigning complete control over my entire body, all I can do is throw my hands up to clutch at the sheets by my head, and take the pleasure he gives me with a cry.

"Gods, Ella," he grits out from between clenched teeth, "you're so tight. You're so perfect. "

I gasp and fist the sheets tightly, and he falls forward, shoving me deep into the mattress as he slams into me.

"You'll come again for me, won't you." It isn't a question, but I bite my lip and nod anyway.

"Y-yes."

"Do it now."

"I-I…" My eyes fly open as I stare at his face, intense, as if he's concentrating on the most important thing in his life. He fights to maintain eye contact, but his dark eyes keep rolling back, and the muscles in his jaw tick as he clenches his teeth.

" Come, " he demands roughly, and he begins slamming into me harder, slower, grinding his swellings against my clit with deliberate, forceful shoves, and that's all it takes. That, and his command. " Come for me. "

Tension shoots up through me from the point where we connect, and I clench up around him, feeling my pussy milking his thickness within me as if trying to suck him dry. I scream in pleasure, unable to hold it in, and he bucks against me, set off by my orgasm.

His face drops to press against my throat, hips pistoning wildly, erratically, as he lets out a deep, husky groan. I twitch and gasp and hold onto him like a lifeline, my limbs wrapped around his huge body until I finally feel his muscles go limp, and his weight falls against me.

I've never been so thrilled to be crushed in my life, and I hold onto him tighter, just in case he gets the dumb idea to move away.

Eventually, after we both regain our breath, he braces his forearm near my head and leans back to stare at me. We're still connected at the hip, and I can feel the faintest twitches of aftershock course through him every now at then. Nothing has ever felt so right.

"I can't believe we waited so long to do this," I mutter listlessly, feeling my lips stretch in a lazy smile. He huffs with amusement and drops his forehead against mine.

"If I stay on top of you like this," he murmurs, a quiet, vulnerable sincerity to his tone, "you won't be able to sneak away into the night, will you?"

My arms are still wrapped around his back, and I shift one so I can bring it up to run through his thick, black hair. "I'm not going anywhere," I whisper.

"Even if you do," he says, before searing me with a quick, brutal kiss out of nowhere, "I'll chase you down this time."

I smile, and a feeling of utter peace settles in my chest.

This is a man who will always try, the thought once more crosses my mind. He'll be there for his children.

And I know in my heart that this is the utter truth.

Tomorrow, I think sleepily, as I continue to curl my fingers through his hair. Tomorrow, I'll tell him about Rylah and Rowan, when we're both properly awake and functioning. It's time.