HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 76

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Meadow’s POV:

My face had gotten flushed to the point where I could practically feel the heat radiating from my pores.

“I came here because I want to watch you pleasure yourself, Meadow. It’s barely enough watching through a damn blurry screen.”

“That’s an invasion of my privacy!” I gasped, and this time he let me turn around to face him. I pushed hard against his chest. “How dare you? How dare you watch me without my permission like a fucking creep?!”

Fury spread across my chest like wildfire. Alaric had been watching me. He ignored me, treated me like I didn’t exist, controlled me, and then had the audacity to watch me in the pool.

The tips of my ears grew hot–I wasn’t sure if it was just the anger or something else.

Yes, I was coming up here to take my mind off things. But sometimes, I just let myself feel. Let myself think about him and the things he could be doing to me, and then I came to the thoughts of him.

But he was never supposed to know.

I tried to push against his chest again but he caught both hands with one of his and yanked me into him, chest to chest, so close that I could feel the heat rolling off his body. “I don’t watch you without permission, Meadow,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine. “I don’t need permission. You are mine.”

“I’m not yours,” I spat, although my voice wasn’t as steady as I meant it to be.

Alaric’s mouth curved in a slow, dangerous smirk. He let go of one wrist just to trail his thumb over the diamond on my finger.

“This says you are. The papers you signed say you are. And the way you come with my name on your lips even when I’m not here? That fucking seals it, baby.”

My breath hitched.

“But you know what I like best about watching?” He released my hand and his thumb brushed my bottom lip, forcing it to part, while I just stood there like a doll, waiting to be used. “The cameras don’t catch sound. I don’t have to hear you to know how you sound when you break for me. I know your body. I own it.”

A shiver ran down my spine, and my breath was coming out in short pants. “I don’t-”

“Show me,” he murmured, cutting me off.

Before I could ask what the hell he meant by that, Alaric’s palm pressed against my shoulder and he stepped forward, forcing me to stumble straight off the edge of the pool–and into it.

The cold water swallowed me completely. I shot back up, gasping for air as my hair stuck to my face.” You fucking-” I didn’t even know how to finish that sentence. What to call him. What the hell I wanted to say.

Alaric crouched at the edge, his forearms casually resting on his knees. His gaze was dark, hungry.

“You crave my attention so much I can practically smell your sweet arousal, Meadow. And right now, you’re going to show me exactly how you make yourself come inside of this pool.”

My stomach twisted. I pushed the hair away from my face, shivering. “You’re insane,” I bit out, even though he wasn’t wrong about me being soaking wet. I wanted to do what he asked.

I wanted to.

But he didn’t get to be cold and dismissive and then come back to demand things whenever he felt like it.

“Far from it. I’m patient,” he corrected. “And I’ve been patient for far too long.” His head tilted slightly.”

You know what I want. Give it to me.”

I let out a humorless laugh. “You’ve lost your damn mind if you think-”

“If I think you’ll obey?” His voice was low, laced with lust. “Baby, I’ve seen you do it every night without me asking.” Heat crept up my neck. “And now, I want it here. In my presence. Where I can touch you if I decide to.”