8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

N ick fought to keep his hurt and anger under control. If he had arrived even a few seconds later, she would have been in the man’s arms and his lips would have been upon hers. That was something he just could not allow. The man would be confused when their hosts did not know why Irvine sought them out, but it was the first thing Nick could come up with to get the man to leave.

“Last I checked,” she started, “if I wish to fuck a handsome gentleman, I am free to do so.”

His blood boiled, and he stepped closer to her. “No, you aren’t,” he ground out. She was right, of course, but she should have married him. She was always supposed to be his, and even with all that had happened between them, and all that he still didn’t understand, he still wanted her. That much he knew for certain. His body, his cock…his heart, his soul…all wanted her.

She closed the distance between them, stopping just out of his reach. “From what I hear, he is quite well known for his prowess. I’m sure he’ll be able to satisfy me in bed. Perhaps he’ll even teach me a few things.”

He released a low growl and stepped closer so he could pull her to him. “I will not allow you to fuck Irvine. Or any other man.” He bent his head to kiss her collarbone and neck, causing her to sway in his arms. At least he still affected her.

She didn’t pull away and instead matched his dare by licking along his jaw until she reached his ear. “It is no business of yours if I should wish to come all over his thick cock,” she whispered.

He didn’t believe she actually knew the girth of Irvine’s manhood. But her words still grated on Nick’s nerves.

“Perhaps you should bend over that desk so I can remind you who you belong to, Eliza,” he said, running his hands down her back and clasping her bottom, pulling her against his rock-hard erection.

Releasing a low mewl, she placed her hands on his chest, pushing him slightly back. “Perhaps you should drop to your knees and do something more useful with your tongue. ”

She was going to be the death of him. But if she intended that as a challenge, he wouldn’t back down. He pressed his lips to hers and she swept her tongue into his mouth, taking control of the kiss. He moved her backwards until she was backed against the furniture. When her bottom was pressed against the side of the large oak desk, he broke the kiss.

“Lift your skirts,” he commanded.

She did as he said, and her beautiful slit was bare before him within a nest of dark curls. He licked his lips and dropped to his knees. When he ran his tongue along her pearl, she leaned her bottom against the desk and released a stream of moans. He sucked her nub, and she clasped his head in her hands.

It wasn’t enough. He needed to show her what she’d missed. What she could have had every single day for the last three years if she hadn’t given up on them.

He pulled away and looked up at her. “Bend over the desk,” he said.

“After that lackluster performance?” she asked, smirking at him.

He released a low growl. “Bend over the desk, and I’ll remind you exactly what my tongue can do.” He rose and pressed his lips to hers, running his tongue just inside her lips so she could taste herself. Shifting to her jaw, he kissed and licked until he reached her ear and whispered, “I would wager your arse has missed me, too.”

She looked for a mere moment as if she might hold her resolve, but desire made her eyelids heavy and her chest rose with the intensity of her breath. He knew her body and her wants well enough to know that his words would be her undoing. She turned around and did as he said, leaning low over the desk, bracing herself on her arms. He positioned himself on his knees between her legs and lifted her skirts again so that her bottom was fully exposed to him. He urged her to widen her stance and then clasped the cheeks of her bottom in each of his hands.

Spreading her open, he buried his face in her. He licked from her nub to her wet core, plunging his tongue inside of her. She rocked and moaned over the desk. He continued his exploration and ran his tongue up past her heat to the tight, puckered hole of her arse.

“Yes, Nick,” she moaned.

He licked and teased her arse with his tongue, while dipping two fingers inside of her dripping wet heat. Nick pulled back, entranced with everything about her, knowing it was him who caused her folds to glisten from her arousal. He removed his fingers from inside of her and traced them around the hole of her arse, applying the wetness to ease his inevitable invasion. He inserted a single finger just to the first knuckle, and she moaned, laying herself flat on top of the desk and pushing herself back into him.

Nick had her where he wanted her. He knew every inch of her body and what she needed. Better than anyone, he knew how to give it to her. He would remind her why she never should have left him. That there was no other man alive who could please her the way he did. And as much as he hated to admit it, he just might destroy any man who tried.

He slid his finger further into her arse, reaching the next knuckle.

“Fuck, yes,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

He grinned and licked his lips, glad to see she hadn’t lost the foul mouth she picked up from the wicked nights they had spent together.

“If I had oil, I’d give you the full length of my cock,” he teased, pulling his finger out and sliding it back in to the same knuckle.

She whimpered and pushed back against him, taking more of his finger. He leaned forward again and returned his attention to her pearl, massaging it with his tongue while she bucked and rode his face and finger. Her arse was so tight on his finger, his cock threatened to rip a hole in his breeches.

Eliza cried out into her hand and shook when she came, and he lapped up every drop of her climax until she stilled. He stood and took in the sight of her. She was perfect. Lying with her arse bare before him, her core glistening, and her pearl swollen. Her cheek was pressed against the desk while she caught her breath, and her skin was flushed. Her stockings were up to her thighs, and he massaged the exposed fleshy area.

He leaned into her, pressing his covered bulge against her naked bottom. “Now you must tell me what you want.”

She pushed her bottom harder against his bulge and he closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath. She was begging to be fucked, and he recalled how another man might have attempted to do so that very evening. His heart ached with how much he still loved her.

“I’m still unclear who you believe I belong to,” she said, moving her bottom to rub against him.

“If you don’t know by now, what do you expect me to do about it?” he asked, thrusting his hard ridge against her. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he would make her say it. He needed to remind her of why she had no need to seek out another man. She had never needed anyone else and shouldn’t have abandoned him. She had been everything to him, and he would have spent every minute of his life ensuring he was everything to her .

“Bury your cock deep inside of me and don’t go slow,” she said.

He fumbled with his falls, releasing himself so he could do just as she commanded. Once his member sprang free, he stroked it a few times in his hand, teasing the opening of her wet cunt with the head of his cock. He sucked in a breath at how good her delicate, wet skin felt against his.

“And just whose cock is that you want?” he asked, running a hand along her hip, giving it a squeeze.

“Nick,” she groaned, pleading with him. “I want you now.”

He slid himself inside of her and thrust hard, gripping her hips. It was like coming home. With every thrust, his heart pounded, believing that perhaps if he fucked her hard enough, loved her hard enough, she might regret tossing aside what they had together.

But a troubling thought crossed his mind.

“Have you been with anyone else?” he asked, not slowing his movements, keeping the pace she commanded.

She moaned and pushed against him, driving him deeper inside of her. “Why should you care?” she said between each of his thrusts.

“Just tell me now,” he said through gritted teeth, punishing her with each thrust. “I shall issue a challenge to anyone who touched you.”

“Don’t stop,” she panted. “That is so fucking good.”

He continued holding one of her hips and slid his other hand to rest on her back, holding her in place against the desk when he thrust harder. “Answer me, Eliza,” he said through labored breaths.

“No one, Nick,” she panted. “Only you.”

He turned feral, the intensity of his thrusts claiming her. She was still his. There had to be a reason she hadn’t been with anyone else, or accepted any of the proposals she received. Fool as he was, hope crept in that perhaps he could win her heart. That he would learn why she abandoned him and ensure she never did so again.

Clenching hard around his cock, she covered her mouth when she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure, rocking hard against him. He withdrew just in time and moaned her name in a low whisper as he stroked himself to claim every bit of his well earned climax, his seed shooting across her bottom.

He pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped between her legs before wiping away the evidence of the most exquisite experience he’d had since he’d been with her over three years ago.

Nick tenderly kissed the flesh of one of her supple arse cheeks before he pulled her skirts down. He helped her to stand, then tucked himself back into his falls. He placed a light kiss on her lips before pulling away and staring into her eyes. Aching for answers to all of his questions .

“Why, Eliza?” he finally asked. “Why do you hate me so?”

Confusion and hurt marred her beautiful face before she released an angry laugh. “Are you quite serious?”

“I find nothing humorous about it,” he replied. “I thought you loved me.”

“Have you gone mad?” she asked.

He released her and dropped his arms. Perhaps she was just as heartless as he had believed her to be for the past few years. He had been nothing more than a fool to allow himself to hope otherwise. “So you never loved me then?”

“Why are you being so cruel?” she asked. “Do you wish for me to say the words so you can reject me again?”

He ran his fingers through his hair. How dare she? “Reject you?” he scoffed. “Reject you? Now who has gone mad?”

She poked her finger at his chest. “You are the one who is mad. I waited at the hunting cabin all night for you and the next day you told me you never loved me with a letter. A letter. My love for you was so intense and true that I would have sold my soul to the devil himself to be your wife, to have you inside me every night, to be the one you loved and cherished. Is that what you wish to hear?”

His stomach reeled, and he fought to keep his balance. “What letter? ”

Eliza stepped around him. “I can’t believe you.” She released an exasperated groan and flailed her hands in the air. “This is done. Play your games with someone else. You’re still a great fuck, but I am done being sucked back into your web of deceit and playing your fool.”

She raced from the room before he could stop her. He gripped the side of the desk. Letter? What letter? He never sent a letter. Hell and damnation. He closed his eyes, fighting to keep himself from losing control. He fisted his hands and slammed one down onto the desk.

Someone tore them apart. That was the only thing that could possibly make any sense. Undoubtedly, their fathers. Goddamn them. What a fool he had been, playing right into their deceit.

He left the small study and noticed that the house was quiet. The other guests must have retired to their rooms for the evening. The lack of movement in the household would prove to be beneficial so he could speak to Eliza again. It couldn’t wait. He needed to know what letter she spoke of so they might ascertain what evil scheme their fathers had played on them both, robbing them of their lifetime of happiness together.

He crept up the stairs and made his way down the hallway as quietly as he could until he reached her door. Trying the knob, he was thankful to find it unlocked, and stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him .

From the light of the fire crackling in the fireplace and the single candle lit on the bedside table, he saw Eliza sprawled across her bed. Her shoulders were shaking as she sobbed into her pillow. It had been there the whole time if he would have allowed himself to consider the pain she carried. If he had only known. His heart ached and tears welled in his eyes, realizing she had hurt as much as he had in their years apart.

“Eliza,” he whispered.