Camilla
Breakfast is as awkward as I suspected it would be. Ellis squirms each time Liam slings syrup or drips it down the front of his own shirt.
While nibbling on his bacon, my curious kid stares Ellis down, and I have to get us out of this uncomfortable situation. The silence might as well be nails on a chalkboard.
“I’m going to give this sticky kid a bath,” I say. Liam smacks his hands together, and they stick, so he yanks, trying to get them apart. Glancing to Ellis, I actually see him smile.
“I have something I want to show you after. Irene will watch Liam.”
“OK. After I shower, I’ll find you.”
***
I’m unsure if it’s the sugary pancakes that have me nauseous or the anticipation of what Ellis has in store for me, but I suck it up and tap on his open office door.
“Hi. You said you had something to show me?”
Leaning back in his chair, he laces his fingers behind his head, forcing me to admire him in his black button-up shirt. Even beneath the dark color, I can see the shape of his fit arms. He’s eyeing me intently, his gaze trailing down my body.
“What should I do with you?” he asks under his breath.
Oh, shit.
Rising from his desk, he strides around it with purpose and grabs my hand. “Come with me.” Leading me down the hallway toward my bedroom, he stops at the door before it and opens it.
“Chris didn’t show me this room. What’s in it?”
“Your study. You’ll need a place to do your schoolwork for that worthless degree you’re determined to get.”
Snatching my hand away, I follow him inside, and the door shuts behind us.
“And as I said before, it’s not worthless.” Like when I first saw my bedroom, I’m stunned and in awe over the decorated space. “Ellis…”
Taking a few steps forward, I admire a beautiful white desk in the back center of the room. It sits on an oriental rug covering the light cherry wood floor.
On my right are two darling yellow wingback chairs in front of rows of bookshelves that rest against the wall. There are tall shelves to the left, as well, every one of them filled with books.
The study is painted a milky white, and splashes of yellow décor light up the space. It’s cheerful, airy and adds to the array of mixed signals from Mr. Ellis Burke.
“I didn’t know what you liked to read, so I purchased a variety of genres. There are classics, along with new novels, but Christopher will order whatever you like.”
“Thank you. Like my bedroom, and the clothing, this is all too much.” Wandering over to the desk, I run my fingers along the solid piece of wood.
“Oh, and a new laptop and printer are being set up tomorrow.” Turning back to him, I smile, but it dissipates when I recall his job.
“You’re getting those so you can spy on me.”
If looks could kill, this one would do the trick. He charges toward me.
“Young lady, it wouldn’t matter if you kept that piece of shit laptop of yours. I can get inside any computer in seconds.”
“I, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to seem ungrateful.”
“Right. You’re only determined to piss me off. If you think being difficult is going to make me change my terms, you can think again. You mouthing off to me only makes me want to punish you more. Don’t move.” He strides to the door and locks it.
“I should check on Liam,” I say.
“He’s fine with Irene.”
Heading back to me, I see the lust surfacing in his gaze. He clutches my hand and pulls me around my desk where he takes a seat in my new tan leather chair.
For the first time, I’m staring down at him. His hungry eyes tilt up at me, and I suck in a breath. “Strip off your pants, and get down on your knees.”
“I don’t want to,” I whisper unconvincingly since I’m all kinds of fucked up in the head and have no clue what I want.
“Bullshit. I’m going to tell you one more time, Camilla, and if you don’t do as I say, I’m going to lay you over this desk and spank you … hard. Now, remove your pants, and kneel in front of me.”
Swallowing, I unzip my skinny jeans. “Take your panties off, too.” Kicking off my flats, I remove everything he asked me to and lower to my knees in front of him.
“Your blouse and bra–off.” My hands shake as I bring them up and fumble on the first button. “I want your eyes on mine.”
On a deep inhale, I steady my fingers and look up at him. His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, and once I’ve undone the last button on my light blue blouse, his gaze drops to my chest. I push the shirt over my shoulders, and before I can let it fall, he swipes it from me.
My trembling increases as I reach behind my back and undo my lace bra. I drop it to the floor and watch him as he rolls my blouse up into one long, thin piece of fabric. “I’m blindfolding you now.”
Placing the cloth over my eyes, he ties it securely behind my head. I’m vulnerable, sucking in short breaths and shaking as beads of sweat form above my lip.
“I sense you’ve never been blindfolded before.”
“No.”
“Good.” Not being able to see, my ears hone in on the sound of his belt buckle being undone. I hear the zipper of his jeans slowly lower next, and it incites a chill that skirts across my bare skin. I hate him, so why am I itching with excitement and wonderment?
It sounds like Ellis sits back down in front of me.
“Give me your hand,” he orders. I lift my right one, and he takes hold of it. “My Rose … you’re going to stroke my dick, and then you’re going to suck it until I come in your mouth.”
Gasping, I start to swipe my hand away, but he clamps down on it. “I’m going to ask you a question, and if you’re honest with me, I’ll ensure you come, too. Do you want to suck my cock?”
“No.” The word flies from my lips.
“Hmm … I think you have a problem with lying.”
“I’m not lying. I never agreed to a term like this.”
I flinch when his fingers graze my stomach and continue moving downward.
“Last chance to tell the truth. Your pussy’s going to give you away.”
“I’m not saying it.” In an instant, his fingers push inside me, and dammit, it happens with ease.
“You dirty little liar. Your cunt is soaked with need, but you’re too damn stubborn to admit it. Fine. You can hang on to all that sexual tension. It can build and build, but one day soon, you’re going to beg me to give you a release.”
His fingers glide in and out of me, and the sound of my juices moving with them fills the smoldering air. “I know you hear that magnificent sound. Mmm … your pussy’s wet, warm and tight around my digits.”
Whimpering, I sink onto his fingers and scold myself for enjoying the sensations. “I’ll give you one more chance. Tell me you want this, and I’ll continue until you come.”
“No. I won’t say it, and you can’t make me.” He stops pleasuring me, and I soon feel how wet his fingers are as he uses them to wrap my hand around his cock. Shit.
I stroke it, noticing its wide girth and how smooth yet hard it is inside my palm.
“You’re right, I can’t make you, but if you haven’t noticed, you’re stroking my cock on your own free will.”
I consider stopping… I do, but I don’t stop, and it’s because this is the hottest fucking moment I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I didn’t think he could top the sweaty rendezvous in his gym yesterday, but this is winning. As much as my personality is screaming at me not to let him boss me, I’m discovering I like it.
Running his fingers through my hair, he massages my scalp until my head falls back and lips part for air. “Put your mouth over my cock. Do it now and suck.”
The emphasis of his last filthy word directs me to do as he commands. My head leans over, and I take his entire long length inside my mouth. In unison with a hiss, he flinches and clamps down on my hair.
“Yes, like that.” He’s moving my head for me, so I focus on stroking him with one hand while grazing his balls with the other. His pelvis thrusts upward, burying his cock farther back in my throat. I try to relax it so as not to gag.
He’s so big, and I keep imagining what his dick looks like and how it would feel deep inside me. Pulling back, I trace the tip of the head with my tongue. He groans and shoves my lips back over it.
I move my mouth faster, up and down, sucking him off until he grunts and stiffens. He comes inside my mouth, and the thick liquid shoots violently to the back of my throat until finally, I swallow it down.
Every–damn–drop, like it was made only for me to drink. I’ve been thinking he’s the sick fuck, but it’s me. I’m excited over giving him head when he’s blackmailing me to live in his home against my will.
Pulling on my arm, he signals for me to stand. I’m wobbly until I feel his tongue roll over my nipple. My hands find his shoulders, and I use them to brace myself as he sucks the stiff pebble inside his mouth.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. His fingers thrust inside me, and my legs open to give him room. I’m loving every sensation, from his heated mouth to his thick fingers stretching my walls. “Oh, please don’t stop.”
As I pant for air and dig my nails into his shoulders, his fingers slip from me.
No!
“Stand still.” He moves around me, stirring up a breeze, and it sounds like he’s fastening his pants. Shortly after, he removes the blindfold. My hand shields my eyes as they snap shut from the intrusive light.
“Let this serve as a lesson not to lie to me. Open your eyes.” I do, and I’m confronted with his penetrating gaze. He’s fully clothed, holding my blouse in his hand. “You can make our years together easy, or you can make them hard. It’s up to you.”
Grabbing my shirt from him, I hold it over my exposed breasts.
“Years…? Do you even hear yourself? You’re a handsome and wealthy man who could have as many women in your bed as you choose, probably at once even, yet you’re trying to play house with me in some twisted way.”
“I’ve already had a plethora of women, and like we’ve discussed repeatedly, I want you and Liam here so he can be raised as a Burke.”
“Now, you’re lying. You didn’t bring us here so you could get close to Liam. You brought us here because of your desire to use me.
“You said you were pissed I withheld from Tony that he had a son, but I think you’re doing this to feel like you own what was once his, and it’s all because you hated him as much as he hated you.”
Turning beet red with anger, he points his finger in my face.
“I have never felt hatred toward my brother, and you’re lying to yourself if you think Tony gave a damn about you. Not once did he breathe your fucking name to me.”
Tears come, but I hold them at bay. I don’t know why his words sting. I learned years ago that Tony didn’t give two shits for me, and Christopher confirmed he didn’t care about Liam, either.
“You’re evil, and although my body may betray me and desire your touch, my heart holds only contempt for you. Get out so I can dress and care for my son.”
“It’s your last night, Camilla. Tomorrow, I’m turning your ass scarlet.” He storms out, and if I wasn’t so pissed, I’d be a pile on the floor like my clothing.
The man is all over the place with his behavior and moods, and I’m angry because as much as I wish to hate him, I can’t. He has a reason to feel this desperation.
He doesn’t remember me, but in the dark trenches of his psyche, he knows I’ve wronged him, so he’s unleashing on me what his subconscious is telling him I deserve.
I let out a clipped laugh. The man was about to commit treason all those years ago, yet I’m the one feeling guilty and justifying his actions. It’s so typical of me.