The Heiress Gambit-Chapter 42- Power struggle

PAIGE

"In your dreams,Tanuki," I bite his lip.

I’m sure I heard him laugh.

Our fingers flew over our clothes in a frantic rush to remove them.

First His coat. His shirt. My skirt. His pants. My shirt.

They all fell to the floor until we were naked, our skin heated with the hum of electricity surging through my blood and in the air.

"Get on your hands and knees, Black Cat."

My skin pebbles with goosebumps at his rough command, but instead of obeying, I lift my chin in defiance. I still have my pride. "I don’t think I will–"

The words barely left my mouth before he lifts me of the desk and twists me around. He drives his knee into the back of mine, forcing me to the ground. I’m halfway on the bed.

"What that...?" I struggle half-heartedly, but I am no match for his strength.

One hand locks my wrists together behind my back in a steel grip while the other slipped between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit.

"I won’t be gentle this time," he purrs, laughing at my efforts to escape. "Since you won’t admit it freely, I’ll push you until you do." He bites my ear from behind me.

The jolt of pleasure wrench a half gasp, half moan from my throat.

"Who do you belong to. Black Cat?" he asks. He pushes a finger inside me while keeping his thumb on my clit. I am so wet I didn’t feel any friction even when he was knuckles deep in me "Just like I’d guessed. You’re fucking soaking."

My hands curls into fists. I am already panting, so turned on I could barely think straight, and we’d barely started.

"Who, Black Cat?" He curls his finger and hit my most sensitive spot, eliciting another moan, before he slowly drags it out and shoves it back in.

His breathing harshened. "Say you’re mine."

"You wish." My nails dig into my palms. "Maybe you should say it"

He lets out a soft laugh. "You have to make things difficult." He released my wrists and fisted my hair, jerking my head back until his mouth hovered near my ear. "But I love a good fight, Black Cat."

My response dies on my tongue as he thrusts another finger inside me. In, out, in, out, faster and faster until the telltale tingles of an impending orgasm gathers at the base of my spine.

He reaches around to pinch my nipple, and a full-body shudder rolls through me right as the-

He yanked his hands away.

No!

My body slumps forward on all fours without his support, and I let out a small scream of frustration at the ruined orgasm.

I twist my head around to glare at him. "You fucking bastard."

My only solace was that I wasn’t the only one suffering. His chest heaves with deep, ragged breaths, and his dick jutts straight up, so hard it looks painful.

A blade of moonlight slice through the windows and casts sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the stony set of his jaw and the blaze of lust in his eyes.

"You know what to do if you want to come." His mouth curved as he pushed my legs further apart. "You’ll have to beg me and tell me you’re mine if you want to cum, Black Cat."

I don’t have to see him to know that he’s damn serious.

Wetness slicks my thighs, and every brush of air against my bare pussy triggers another needy shudder.

But still, I cling on to enough of my rational brain and my pride.

Two could play his mind games.

"I have a feeling you’re trying to make up for your lack of skills, Tanuki?" I purr. "Newsflash, I never had my hopes up from the start." I drop a point glance to his hard dick.

Despite my taunt, my pussy clench at the sight before me.

His body could serve as the mold for a Greek god statue. Broad shoulders, perfectly carved abs, sculpted arms...and a long, thick dick.

Fuck.

He leans forward and, without taking his eyes off mine, slowly wraps one hand around my throat. He squeezes hard enough to cut off my breath for several beats before he loosens his grip.

I gasp in a lungful of air, my head swimming from the brief deprivation of oxygen.

"One of these days," he said. "That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble, Black Cat."

I don’t get a chance to respond before he slams into me from behind with a vicious thrust. A scream ripps from my throat at the painful stretch of his size and the roughness with which he moves in me.

Tears spring to my eyes, but my scream eventually fade into a string of mindless whimpers and squeals as he pounds into me.

"What was that?" his breath graze my cheek. "You always have so much to say. Where are your words now, hmm?"

"Damn... you to hell... Tanuki," I pant. It is the only sentence I could manage before another sharp thrust scrambled my thoughts.

His dark chuckle reverberates through me. "You’re my personal hell, Black Cat." He gives my hair another sharp tug. "And God help me, I don’t want to fucking leave."

Before I can untangle the meaning behind his words, he flips me around so I am on my back. He keeps his hand on my throat, pressing me onto the bed while he propped my leg on his shoulder. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

At this angle, he hit spots I didn’t even know existed.

My nails dig into his skin, partly out of instinct and partly as payback for his mindfuckery.

Satisfaction blooms on my lips at his pained hiss when I rake them down his back.

In retaliation, he hit me even harder until our groans and the furious slaps of our bodies against each other are the only sounds in the dark space.

I deliberately clench around him until he let out a low hiss. Sweat beads on his brow; tension lines his face and turning it into granite.

"Seems like I’m not the only one who needs to cum," I taunt.I clenched again, and his hiss morphed into a curse.

"I was going to take it easy on you. But now..." He presses harder against my throat until faint spots dance across my vision and the heat blaze hotter in my body. "We’ll have to do it the hard way."

His next thrust is so savage I lose whatever breath I have left. Nothing about what we are doing was sweet or sensual. It isn’t about emotional connection.

This was a fucking power struggle.

No, we fuck like it is our catharsis, a purge of everything dark and ugly that’d festered over the past few months.

But as good as it fell, my orgasm remains out of reach. Every time I graze it, he would slow down, drawing out our session of furious, exquisite torture.

"Beg me, Black Cat." he reaches between us and strokes my clit, sending another sharp burst of pleasure through my body. "Tell me how much you need to cum." He scrapes his teeth against my neck and sucks hard. "Tell me you’re mine."

Normally, I would make a joke about self-esteem issues, but right now I’m too gone to think clearly.

"No." My refusal sounds weak to my own ears. I am too desperate for relief. It is only a matter of time before I cave, but I sure as hell can put up a fight before I do.

"No?" he eases his thrusts, and another scream of frustration wells in my throat.

Fucking sadistic asshole.

"I hate... you," I moan. I roll my hips, seeking friction.

"Yeah?" His eyes glitter down at me. "Use your words, Black Cat, or we’ll be here all night."

Don’t say it.

He slides into me with torturous slowness again.

I can’t hold back my pathetic whimpers as he played with me, edging me over and over until I am about to lose my damn mind.

Don’t say it, don’t say it, dontsayit—

"Please." I choke out the word.

"Please what?" He leans in.

"Please let me cum." The words fade into a moan as he increases his speed.

"Not quite. Who do you belong to?." Sweat gleams on his skin, and taut muscles cords his neck.

Holding back is torturing him as much as it does me, but I can’t take much satisfaction from this when I am on the knife’s edge of insanity.

An electric spike of sensation spears through me when he hits that spot.

Fuck.

"Reomen, please," I sob, not caring anymore. "I can’t—I need—please..."

Me saying his name must’ve snapped something inside him, because he finally stopped teasing and started to hit me with full force again.

"You feel so fucking good," he grows. "You love my dick wrecking that tight little pussy, don’t you?"

"Yes." I gasp. "Yes, God, please. I’m going to...I’m...Oh God, oh fuck!"

I scream as white-hot pleasure blaze through me. Every thought and memory incinerates, leaving only mind-numbing pleasure in its wake.

He kept hitting me, and another orgasm chased the first one, followed by another. They rolled on and on, wringing me out until I’m a little more than a boneless heap on the floor.

After my third or fourth orgasm, Reomen finally came, and we lay there, our breaths heavy in the sudden quiet, before he pushed himself off me.

– – –

REOMEN

The world comes back into focus slowly. The only sound is our ragged breathing, mixing with the distant hum of the city sixty stories below.

She is a warm, boneless weight against my chest. For a single, unguarded moment, my arms tighten around her.

Then, she shifts. I feel the familiar tension return to her body before she even speaks.

"You know," she murmurs, her voice husky and raw, "I never actually admitted to being yours."

I open my eyes, looking at the ceiling. A slow smirk pulls at my lips. Of course. The Black Cat, already unsheathing her claws again.

I shift, rolling onto my side to face her. Her hair is a wild, beautiful mess against my pillows. Her eyes are still heavy-lidded, but that defiant spark is already returning.

"Is that so?" I ask, my voice a low, lazy drawl. I reach out and trace the line of her jaw, a possessive gesture she tries to ignore. "Your body seems to disagree. Quite passionately, in fact."

She swats my hand away, but there’s no real force behind it. "My body is a traitor. It has terrible taste."

I laugh, a short, dark sound. "It has impeccable taste. It just has a stubborn, infuriating owner." I sit up, the sheets pooling around my waist. The scent of us is everywhere. "Come on."

She looks at me, suspicious. "Where?"

"Bathroom. You’re sticky. I’m sticky. It’s undignified."

I don’t wait for her agreement. I simply scoop her up into my arms. She lets out a small, surprised gasp, her arms instinctively looping around my neck.

"Put me down, you arrogant—"

"I’m cleaning my investment," I interrupt, carrying her into the massive ensuite. The marble is cool under my feet. "Maintenance is key."

I set her down gently in the large walk-in shower and turn on the water. Steam begins to billow, filling the space with a warm haze. She glares at me, but she doesn’t move away.

I take a cloth, soap it up, and begin to wash her shoulders, her back. The act is surprisingly intimate, more so than what we just did.

This is care. This is claiming. I am washing my scent off her, only to replace it with my own soap, my own towels. Marking her in a different way.

She stands still, her back to me, but I can feel the fight leaving her again under the warm water and my hands.

"See?" she says, her voice softer now, almost lost in the spray. "You can’t help yourself. Everything is a transaction with you. An ’investment’."

I turn her around to face me. Water slicks her hair back, revealing the elegant lines of her face. She looks younger like this, stripped of her armor and her sarcasm.

My hands frame her face. Water droplets cling to her eyelashes like tiny diamonds.

"It’s not a transaction, Paige," I say, and my voice is quieter than I intend. The banter is gone. The truth is there, raw and undeniable in my eyes. I don’t say the three words. I can’t. They are a vulnerability I’m not ready to surrender.

But I kiss her.

It’s not like the desperate, hungry clash from the desk. This is slow. Deep. A confession without language. I pour everything into it—the respect, the obsession, the furious, terrifying need. I kiss her like a man starved for the very air in her lungs.

When I finally pull back, we are both breathless. The steam swirls around us, a private universe.

I see the understanding in her eyes. She heard the words I didn’t say. She feels them in my touch, in the way I’m looking at her like she is the only thing I will ever truly need to own.

I love her senseless.