CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: CHLOE

Theodore stared down at me, and his grey-blue eyes darkened to the point a shiver went down my spine. It was almost as if the look in his eye were a warning; one that simultaneously scared and aroused me.

It didn’t matter.

We’d already crossed the line. We’d gone beyond the point of no return in the kitchen, and if he was willing and able to scratch the itch that’d been nibbling away at me since yesterday, then I had no reason to reject it.

I had no reason to reject him.

More to the point, I didn’t want to. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to feel more of what I’d felt downstairs just now. I wanted to see how far he would take it.

“Make you beg, hm?” He lowered his face to mine and slipped his hand up, lacing our fingers together. “I’ll give you five seconds to retract that before I make you regret it.”

“Please do make me regret it.”

“Fuck. You’re sexy like this.” He gripped my chin and kissed me, sweeping his tongue between my lips with a desperation that sent tingles ricocheting through my body.

I wrapped my legs around his waist. His cock, long and hard, pressed against me, and I tightened my grip on him to draw him closer to me, tilting my hips to make more contact between us. He chuckled into my mouth and released his hold on my chin, only to brush his lips down my neck.

“I don’t think it’ll take much to make you beg, Chloe.” The deep rumble of his voice vibrated across my skin, and he let go of my hand, reaching behind him. He unhooked my ankles as he stood and wrapped his fingers around them, bringing them up to his body.

He turned his face, kissing the inside of my leg. He kept his eyes on me, and my cheeks flushed at the heat in his gaze. I wasn’t shy by any means, but nobody had ever looked at me the way he was right now.

If he was a tiger, then I was his prey—and there was no doubt about it.

He was going to devour me.

“Take it off.” Theodore ran his hands up my thighs, pushing my jumper dress up to my hips. “Let me see you.”

I tucked my arms inside and hauled it up my body, arching my back then raising my head and shoulders to pull it off over my head. I tossed it to the side and looked back at him, but his gaze was solely focused on my body.

My bra cups were a wonky mess where he’d toyed with me downstairs, and I reached to right it, but he grabbed my wrist.

“I said take it off, Chloe.”

Oh.

He meant all of it.

“Only if you take yours off,” I shot back.

He smirked, then yanked his t-shirt over his head. It dropped to the floor with a gentle thud, and I ran my gaze over his body, drinking in the sight of him leaning over me.

Once again, I arched my back, this time tilting to the side so I could unclip my bra at the back. I’d barely released the clasp when he took hold of the straps and yanked it down my arms.

“New house rule.” He cupped one of my breasts with his hand, then dipped his head and flicked his tongue over my other nipple. “Bras are banned.”

“You can’t ban bras,” I breathed, sinking my fingers into his hair. Pleasure danced across my skin as he closed his lips around my nipple, sucking and biting it teasingly. The heat from his mouth only added to the intense feeling that was sweeping through me.

“I just did.” He moved to my other nipple, teasing it the same way with his tongue.

“Just because you walk around half-naked doesn’t mean everyone else wants to.” I tilted my head back as he bit the underside of my breast, quickly changing to a firm suck that I knew would leave a mark. “Ah!”

He sucked and bit at the same spot, then pulled back, licking a trail up to my nipple. “Walk around naked instead, then. I won’t complain.”

“Be serious!” I pushed at his shoulder.

“I am.” Theodore slid down my body, kissing a dangerously seductive path down the middle of my stomach. His fingertips probed my skin as he parted my thighs, and he dropped back to his knees at the end of the bed. With his grip on me absolute, he yanked me across the bed until my arse was hovering on the edge of the bed.

He kissed the inside of my thigh. His hot breath skittered across my skin, and the ache between my legs only intensified at his closeness. He teased me, kissing one thigh and then the other, bringing his mouth dangerously close to the most sensitive, needy part of me each time he switched sides.

This was torture.

And it was all my own fault.

This was what I got for telling him to make me beg.

I should have known he really would do just that.

“Theo…”

“What do you want, Chloe? Tell me what you want me to do.” He pulled back, taking my underwear with him. He slid my panties down my legs until I was completely naked and looked down.

Heat flooded my cheeks. “Stop staring.”

“It should be illegal to hide a body this beautiful.”

Screw my cheeks flushing—my entire body blushed.

He kissed his way from my ankle to my thigh. “Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me. I want you to touch me.”

“Hmm. How? Like this?” He slipped his fingers through my wetness, and my hips jerked when he brushed my clit. “Or do you want my tongue?” He bent right down and licked exactly where his fingers had just been.

Shit.

“Or do you want both?” He pushed two fingers inside me and flicked his tongue across my clit.

“Ah! No—” I stopped when he pulled back and stared up at me.

“Well?” His lips pulled to one side. “What do you want?”

“Both,” I mumbled, throwing my arm across my eyes. “Shit. I want both, Theo. Give me both.”

“Mm, I don’t know.” He licked my thigh. “You’re not begging enough, baby.”

“Please. Please. I want both.”

“Good girl.”

I barely had time to react to his words before he picked up where he left off a moment ago. Two of his long fingers moved inside me while his tongue explored my clit. The combination of the two was almost overwhelming, and hot pleasure danced through my body.

“Ah! Theo, please.” Goosebumps prickled up and down my arms, and I reached down, gripping his hair. “There.”

He pulled back ever so slightly. “What? You want to come in my mouth, Chlo?”

“Yes. Please.” I raised my hips, desperately needing more. “Please.”

“Fuck.” He closed his lips around my clit and sucked, using his tongue at the same time. The sensation was too much, and my body spasmed with pleasure as my orgasm took control of my body. He didn’t move away until my legs relaxed, and I barely had the strength to peek out from under my arm to see what he was doing.

Condoms.

He had a box of condoms.

And he was already naked.

He was efficient, I’d give him that.

I stared at him. “Where did you get those?”

Theo stilled with one half-ripped off the strip. “Not important.”

“Actually, it’s very important.”

He finished tearing it off and grinned, then bit down on the corner of the foil packet to open it. “There’s something far more important right now.”

My gaze drifted downward as his hands did, and I ran my tongue over my lower lip as he rolled the condom over his erection.

He was right.

This was way more important than how, where, and when he’d obtained some condoms.

Theo positioned himself between my legs again, parting my thighs with his firm grip. He stroked the head of his cock against my clit, and I jolted. I was so sensitive from his tyrannical regime of foreplay that I felt another orgasm would explode out of me if he touched it again.

He slowly pushed, and his cock eased inside me. I drew in a sharp breath at the sensation of him burying himself deep inside me.

It was official.

He had the Goldilocks of cocks.

Not too big, not too thick. It hit the good spots without any hint of pain or discomfort.

It was just right.

He spread his fingers on my thighs and looked down as he moved. His thrusts were slow but deep, and there was something so ridiculously sexy about him watching as he slid in and out of me.

“Chloe.” He released my legs and leant over me, planting his hands either side of my head. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Oomph!” was all I could reply when he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him against me, and angled my hips to take him deeper.

Theo groaned, pushing further into me. “You want more? You want it deeper?” He nipped my lower lip.

“Yeah,” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulder. “You’d said you’d die if you didn’t fuck me, so fuck me properly, Theo.”

“Fuck. You’re going to kill me either way.”

“Make it worthwhile, then.”

It was as if my words flipped a switch in him—like they gave him permission to let loose and do what he really wanted to. His kisses became hungrier, and his thrusts were deeper and harder. He fucked me just the right side of rough with the perfect air of desperation, one that sang with need and desire.

And I was at his mercy.

Whatever tune he played, my body danced to it. I was nothing but a puppet whose strings he controlled with each stroke, each kiss, each gentle nibble.

Sweat slicked our bodies, and my muscles tensed and released over and over as he painstakingly dragged the deepest, purest kind of pleasure out of my body. It was as if my body was surrendering entirely to him to the point I didn’t know where my euphoria ended and his began.

It was romantic and rough at the same time.

Explosive.

Like this was something that’d been stewing between us much longer than a mere day. Like this had been simmering away under the surface, a quiet but consuming lust I hadn’t realised existed until now.

And I knew, as he brought me to another orgasm and released his own, that I’d lost more than just my body to Theodore Black tonight.