Page 18 of Cruel Dynasty

“And why is that?” I asked, taking his obvious bait.

“Because then we can make up.”

“Is that so?” I arched my eyebrow. “And how will a bed help with that?”

“Let me show you.” Spencer lifted me up and carried me to the bed, dropping me into its cloud-like mattress before pouncing on top of me.

“But I’m hungry,” I said with a pout, not bothering to show an ounce of resistance. The look in his eyes told me I would be rewarded for my patience.

He smirked. “So am I.”

Spencer crawled down the length of my body, dropping kisses along his path. Even through the filmy fabric of my dress, I felt the heat of his mouth as he journeyed southward. He stopped when he reached my hips. Pushing onto an elbow, he lifted the hem of my skirt leaving me bare to the waist.

“I’m so glad I convinced you to ditch the knickers,” he drawled, his eyes lingering on me.

I flushed under his gaze, feeling deliciously exposed. He slid a hand between my thighs and coaxed them apart. “Ah, my lunch has arrived,” he said in a gruff voice that made my core clench. “I’m famished.”

Spencer’s head dropped down and my eyes closed at the first lash of his tongue along my swollen seam. After our numerous stops on our drive, I was sore, but my body still responded eagerly as he urged me open and continued to explore me with his lips and tongue. My legs fell open to him and Spencer moved his body to allow his mouth better access. Strong hands stretched me open and I moaned as his tongue thrust inside me.

My hands fisted into the silk coverlet and I held on as he consumed me. His mouth fucked me with relentless dedication as if to prove he’d meant it when he claimed to be hungry. The rough way he claimed me hurt a little given my soreness, but there was no resisting it. He drove me forward, past the slight discomfort to a place where all I could feel was him and the pleasure he gave me. My breaths turned to shallow pants, my muscles coiling, and as my body stretched to the breaking point, the wet heat of his mouth vanished. In an instant, Spencer was on top of me. He shoved a strong arm under my waist, lifting my hips, and rammed inside me.

I shattered around him, falling to pieces as my body and mind clung to where our bodies joined. Through the haze, I heard his breath catch and I threw my arms around his neck, holding on to his shoulders as he emptied inside me.

We stayed like that for a long moment, covered in sweat, before Spencer lowered his lips to mine. I’d begun to expect the unexpected in our lovemaking. When I was with him, he was completely in control. I literally came along for the ride. But it was the bittersweet moments after that I relished when he kissed me softly and whispered secrets to me.

“Are you still hungry?” he asked, smiling as he kissed down my jaw and moved to nibble my ear.

“Yes, but I’m not certain I can move,” I admitted. My whole body felt as though it had turned into a puddle underneath him.

“We could take this off,” he suggested, plucking the sleeve of the dress I still wore, even though it had been pushed to my waist. “You could stay naked in this bed and I could bring you something to eat.”

“And then?”

“And then, nothing. We repeat the cycle as often as necessary. Maybe throw in some sleep and trips to the loo.” He followed his offer with a kiss that left me seriously considering it.

“And what about your friends?” I said, reminding him of the reason that we were here in the first place.

“They can feed themselves.” He nuzzled into my neck, making it harder to think of any more reasons that we shouldn’t do exactly as he suggested.

But there was one more obligation that seemed likely to interfere with the plan. “And your brother?”

“I don’t give a fuck what he does,” Spencer growled, but before I could diffuse the bomb I’d accidentally triggered a loud guffaw startled us apart.

“I am wounded.”

I scrambled, trying to push my dress back over my naked lower half. Spencer assisted but barely moved from the spot where he lay beside me. Pushing up on my elbows, I discovered Holden standing in the open doorway to the shared washroom. There was no use asking how long he’d been there. The devious smirk on his face answered for me.

“Get out,” Spencer said in a low voice that sounded surprisingly bored at his brother’s presence. “And learn to knock.”

“Learn to close a door if you’re going to fuck like bunnies.” Holden ignored his brother and stepped inside the room. “I just came by to say hello and offer you some lunch, but then I found you already eating.”

“And you didn’t think to give us some privacy?” Spencer finally bothered to sit up, shoving his half-spent cock back into his pants but not bothering to refasten his trousers.

“It would be rude to just leave.” Holden lounged against the armoire, his thumbs hooking on the pockets of his jeans. “Besides I thought you might want me to join you.”

“Join?” I spluttered, my hand instinctively pushing my dress between my already clamped thighs.

“That won’t be necessary,” Spencer said, his weariness taking a dangerous edge. “And I’ll thank you to stay out of our bedrooms.”