I glance down at my watch. Just after midnight.

The conference call lasted longer than I anticipated. I run my hand along my jaw, feeling the rasp. My shoulders feel stiff, and I’ve missed dinner. My stomach growls, but I ignore it.

Right now, I’m hungry for something else. I crave her and I don’t think that I can wait any longer.

Rolling my shoulders, I stand and walk to the security door. I place my finger into the scanner and allow the computer to identify my iris at the same time. When the thick metal locks click, I push the door open and go up the flagstone steps into the corridor of the main house.

My shoes echo loudly in the large, silent house. All the staff has retired for the night and there is only the occasional lamp left on. I used to enjoy my solitude. I would work through the night and sleep during the day, never seeing anyone except for James. The world outside seemed uninhabitable. Full of insignificant people with their extraordinary bursts of need. Always grasping. Always wanting more from me. God, I hated people. Sometimes I wouldn’t leave the dungeon for weeks at a time. I worked like a demon. Day and night. Time ceased to matter.

That was before Chelsea turned up in my life.

She turned everything I believed about myself on its head. Suddenly, I didn’t find the thought of spending time with another human so repulsive. As much as I hated her for robbing me of my solitude, I fucking flew towards her flame like a helpless moth. My desire for her nauseated me, and the more addicted I became the more I despised myself for wanting her. Why her? She is so undeserving. A cold, manipulative thief. Of all the women I’ve met, why the fuck did it have to be her English ass that I hungered for?

I lay my foot on the first step of the stairs. God damn her, I don’t even have any control of my feet. They are taking me where every nerve cell, bone, and fiber in my body is urging me to go. I walk into my room and close the door. I lean against it. I can feel my blood roaring in my ears. My pants are tight and my cock is so hard and hot it aches. It is time for me to satisfy my hunger.

My eyes move to the door that connects our rooms.

I think of her in bed beyond that door wearing the translucent night clothes I paid for. I think of her breathing heavily on my neck as she clenched her teeth and fought against the inevitability of her orgasm. Watching that aroused me in ways I have long forgotten. Well, I am going to remind myself of that arousal right now. I bought the privilege of rubbing my unshaven jaw against her soft skin.

Chelsea agreed to fulfill my every need. Well, I have one that wants taking care of. I need her elegant face to contort with the lust that she cannot help as I fuck her hard. I walk to the connecting door.

For a second the old habits my parents instilled in me come to the fore and I consider knocking on the door. However, she is not a guest. This is my house. I don’t have to fucking knock or invite myself into any room.

I grasp the handle and push open the door.

The television is on, but it’s on mute. She must have been asleep, because she lifts her head off the pillow with a confused look on her face. In the flickering blue light from the television she blinks and appears bemused by my sudden entry into her room.

“Thorne?” she asks, her voice tentative, as if I might be a dream.

I do not reply. I walk over to her and extend my hand. She looks down at it, then searches my eyes for an explanation. I cannot offer her one. I don’t understand this craving for her myself.

Staring into my eyes she takes a hold of my hand. I tug her to me with enough force that she lunges towards me, her mouth opening in a scream. I catch her with ease, and lean down so that our faces are inches apart. I watch her intently. I’m waiting to see the hate in her eyes. If she hates me I can learn to hate her too. The pace of her breathing has quickened as well.

I swore I wouldn’t kiss her, but fuck …

Her lips look so soft and inviting.

I can’t resist her pink mouth.

My hand barely touches the side of her face, and she leans into my touch. Then she catches herself, and looks away from me. My thumb and two of my fingers grip her jaw and I turn her averted face so that she is forced to look at me. I lean in and take her mouth.

Jesus, I can’t even call it a kiss. My mouth devours hers as if I’m trying to suck her very soul out of her warm mouth. The way she opens herself and melts in my arms is indescribable. If I didn’t know better I would say this is the kiss of an innocent girl, not an experienced, manipulative woman. The kiss almost bewitches me …

I push her away suddenly.

“What is it?” she whispers as she moves closer to me. Her peach nightgown shimmers in the dim light. Through the delicate lace, I can see her breasts underneath. They are exactly how I dreamed they would be. Round. Her nipples are only a few shades darker than her skin. They are hard.

“Why did you come in here if this is not what you want?” she asks. Her voice is thick with passion.

I stare at her with surprise. This is the first time she’s acted as if she wants to please me. I am free to have her any way I want. She owes me.

I reach for her nightgown. My hands take on a ferocious life of their own. I rip it down the middle. She doesn’t flinch, just stares at me with those enormous sparkling eyes. I look at her white body while I undo my belt. Twisting the button impatiently from its eye, I slide the zipper down and shove my pants down my hips. I am so swollen and hard it actually hurts. I need to be inside her.

I push her away and she falls backwards on the bed. She lies on her back with both of her knees up. I grab hold of one of her legs and drag her towards me. Spreading her legs, I reach for her pussy, and feel how soaked her panties are. I smile at the fact that I have turned her on. Her back arches when I tease her plump clit under the fabric.

With one easy movement, I rip that last scrap of covering. She gasps and I look down at her sweet pussy, glistening like a pink oyster in the soft light. My fingers open the swollen, wet lips and expose the pearl of her clit. It reminds me of how badly I want to taste her again. I withdraw my fingers and suck them.

I push my underpants down and my cock springs out. Her eyes widen. I know my cock is big and impressive. The thick veins bulge with hot blood, making it hard as a rock. I grip my length with one hand and begin to stroke it from the base to the tip.

Chelsea hasn’t moved. She watches like a woman hypnotized. She is waiting on my instructions.