Page 104 of Savage Ambition

“No wonder you’re so upset that Shaw regularly gets to enjoy the pleasure of my body when you can’t afford it.” I tightened my grip on his wrist, feeling the bones grind together. “It must be pure torture watching him come here, knowing he’s getting what you’re too much of a coward to admit you want.”

Jace thrashed beneath me, his face pressed into the carpet. He yelped when I twisted his arm more.

“Is that why you were so angry I nailed your sister? You’re jealous Melissa got to experience how good it feels when I’m inside her, making her come over and over again, until her voice is hoarse from screaming my name.” A strangled sound escaped him, but I didn’t let up. “Poor little Jace, always wanting what he can’t have.”

“I’ll kill you for doing that to her,” he snarled. “You had no right to steal her virginity and treat her like trash to hurt me.”

“Oh, please. Your sister didn’t care about rights when she was on her knees, begging to suck my dick. And she certainly didn’t complain when I bent her over and fucked her until she couldn’t walk straight.” I ground his face harder into the rug until he gasped in pain. “Melissa cried when I was done with her, not because I hurt her but because she knew no other man would ever satisfy her again.”

His body trembled with rage beneath me, but his hips shifted against the ground, seeking friction and relief from his erection.

“You’re fucking lying,” Jace spat.

He thrashed under me with renewed strength. “She trusted you, and you used her to get to me.”

“Of course I did. You deserve to suffer, and what better way to do that than using her to hurt you?”

“You’re a fucking monster,” Jace spat, his voice breaking.

I chuckled in dark amusement. “And yet here you are, hard as a rock while I tell you exactly how I ruined your sister. What does that say about you?”

His body went rigid beneath me. He tried to speak but could only manage a choked sound of denial as his hips betrayed him with another involuntary thrust against the floor.

“I wonder if it runs in your family,” I purred, grinding my hips harder against his ass. “That desperate need to be dominated. To be taken. To be used until you’re nothing but a quivering mess of pleasure and shame.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, but his voice cracked.

“Maybe I should use this opportunity to fuck the homophobia right out of you.” I shifted my weight, grinding my hips against his ass. “Wouldn’t you enjoy that? Finding out what Shaw pays thousands for? What your precious sister begged me for? I’ll fuck you right here on the floor, where no one would hear you scream, except maybe Shaw if he hasn’t left yet. Should we call him in to join us?”

His struggling intensified as his breathing became faster and shallower while he ground his arousal against the floor with increasing urgency.

“I could make you feel so good you’d forget to hate yourself afterward,” I murmured, cruel and deliberate. “You’d be surprised how many straight men cry with pleasure when I’m done with them. They always come back for more, desperate and ashamed. Is that what you’re afraid of? That you’d like it too much?”

“You’ll regret this,” he snarled.

“Look at you,” I purred, letting my voice drop to that velvet tone I used on paying clients. “Fighting so hard while your cock betrays you. You want this.”

“Fuck you. I don’t want anything from you,” he gasped, but the undercurrent of need in his voice betrayed him as he pushed back against me.

I laughed low in my throat. “Bullshit. I could make you come without even touching your cock. Without even taking off your clothes.”

His entire body shuddered beneath me. “Stop,” he moaned, the word somewhere between protest and plea.

I increased my pace, grinding harder. “Your cock doesn’t want me to stop. Your body knows what it needs, even if your brain won’t admit it.”

A choked sound escaped him as his resistance crumbled. There was no denying he was actively frotting against the floor now.

“Listen to those sounds you’re making,” I murmured. “You can feel that pressure building at the base of your spine, can’t you? The heat spreading through your groin. Your cock throbbing, desperate for release.”

He bit back a moan, but his body betrayed him with another thrust against the floor in search of friction.

“You can feel it, can’t you?” I whispered against his ear. “How close you are. How your balls are tightening. How every nerve ending is screaming for relief.”

His movements grew more frantic. It wouldn’t take much more to push him over the edge. I considered stopping when he was right on the edge, but I wanted the bigot to come, to prove he wanted what he claimed to hate so much.

“I bet you’ve thought about this,” I taunted softly, pressing more of my weight against him. “Late at night, when you’re alone in your bed, touching yourself while imagining my hands on you as my cock pounds you from behind.”

“No,” he gasped, but his denial lacked conviction as his hips kept moving.