Chapter 43
A chaotic, clumsy tongue lapped against her.
Elizabeth tried to pull back, to struggle, but a powerful hand held her fast.
Only after Jacob had finished did reason finally reclaim its throne.
He had just gone down on this woman.
He must have been dosed with something at the bar. Why else would he be acting so out of character?
Elizabeth was still asleep. He had a choice: make a cowardly escape or keep going.
Jacob's erection was already painfully swollen, an unbearable ache. Between saving face and sating his desire, he chose the latter.
So what? The woman was sleeping like the dead. Would she even know what he'd done?
With a blank expression, Jacob pushed his erection into the slick folds he had just licked, his movements becoming surprisingly gentle.
In reality, Elizabeth was just a deep sleeper, not dead.
She hadn't registered his mouth on her at first. By the time it clicked, Jacob was already buried between her legs, completely absorbed. It took her a dazed moment to realize this wasn't a dream. This was real.
Jacob Smith would actually do that for a woman?
After a brief hesitation, she decided to feign sleep.
What if he discovered she was awake and flew into a rage?
All she could do was keep her eyes shut and enjoy the man's less-than-expert oral skills.
Only when he was fully inside her did Elizabeth pretend to stir from her slumber, feigning a flicker of panic. Jacob immediately covered her mouth. "It's me."
Elizabeth obediently fell silent, feeling the powerful thrusts of the man above her. "Mr. Smith," she asked, her voice husky, "why are you up so early?"
He hadn't slept at all, had he?
This foolish woman, sleeping so soundly, got woken up by being fucked and thought everyone else was as idle as she was?
Jacob's mood soured. He ignored her question. "Take off your clothes."
Elizabeth fought the urge to roll her eyes, but with his help, she shucked off the nightgown.
Immediately, Jacob's hands were on her breasts, kneading.
Elizabeth's toes curled. His touch was getting a reaction from her, and she desperately wanted him to suck her nipples, to lick them, but she was too embarrassed to ask. Instead, she clamped her legs tightly around his waist.
"Don't squeeze me like that, dammit. You're going to break me in half!" Jacob gritted out, slapping her breast as a warning.
Goddamn man!
Elizabeth cursed him silently, forcing her body to relax and better accommodate him.
If the sex with Jacob wasn't so damn good for her too, she wouldn't bother putting up with this volatile man.
"Are you cursing me?" Jacob sensed her shift in attitude, grabbing her legs and thrusting harder, his pace quickening into a frantic rhythm.
Elizabeth's eyes rolled back in her head as she was fucked senseless. "No... I'm not..." She gasped.
He didn't believe her. He leaned down, biting one of her nipples. "Don't worry, I'll give you a chance. You can curse me out in bed. I don't mind—but this is the only time you get the opportunity."
Elizabeth said nothing. Only a true idiot would believe a man's bullshit promises in bed.
Her silence displeased him. He thought of the screaming women at the bar and found himself wanting Elizabeth to make some noise for him, too.
Was his technique really worse than those drunks at the club?
Wasn't he making her feel good enough?
Why wouldn't she scream?
A strange, masculine competitiveness drove him to move even harder, spewing nonsense to provoke her. "Don't even know how to curse? You want me to teach you?"
"You needy slut. Leaving your door unlocked, sleeping with no underwear, were you just waiting for me to come fuck you?"
"You were awake the whole time, weren't you? How did it feel, being fucked awake? Did you like it?"
Elizabeth couldn't take it anymore. "I locked the door! How was I supposed to know you'd get in!"
What Elizabeth didn't know was that the smart locks in the Smith family estate could be centrally controlled. Jacob's free access was clearly courtesy of Tina's "assistance."
Jacob pinned her hands behind her back, his pace slowing to a deep, deliberate grind. Each thrust buried him to the hilt. "Go on. What else do you want to say to me? Now's your chance."
Seeing that he didn't seem to be looking for a fight, but maybe just using dirty talk to set the mood, she let loose a half-true tirade. "You dog in heat! Who wants to seduce you? Sneaking into my room first thing in the morning to rape me, you—you fucking pervert!"
Jacob deliberately used his rhythm to break her speech, a smirk playing on his lips. It was rare for him to be insulted like this and not feel a spark of anger. Sex truly was a magical thing; it could change a man's entire personality.
They traded insults, painting each other with the filthiest words they could think of, all while engaging in the most intimate physical act two people could share. It was, in its own way, amusing.
Finally, with one last powerful thrust, Jacob came deep inside her.
As the warm semen slowly trickled out, Jacob looked at Elizabeth's petite frame. The thought that every time they did this could result in a child flickered in his eyes.
He placed a hand on her stomach. It was flat and soft.
You couldn't even tell she'd had a baby.
The image of this same belly, once stretched taut and round with a fetus, and the thought of a person being born from the same place he'd just been, instantly extinguished the flicker of warmth he'd felt.
He dressed in silence and left without a backward glance.
Elizabeth's legs were jelly. Watching the man's abrupt departure, she felt no disappointment.
"A john who doesn't even pay," she muttered under her breath.
The scene certainly fit the description.
Elizabeth wanted to get up and take a shower, but the slightest movement sent his semen leaking from her body. The exhaustion and soreness made her reluctant to move.
A few moments later, a soft knock sounded at the door.
"Ms. Windsor, it's Tina," came the butler's calm voice from the hallway.
"Come in," Elizabeth called out, her voice raspy as she pulled the comforter tighter around herself.
Tina entered, followed by two well-trained maids with their heads bowed respectfully.
"Mr. Smith instructed me to assist you in cleaning up," Tina said, her tone utterly professional. She showed no reaction to Elizabeth's state, as if this were a routine occurrence.
Elizabeth was silent for a moment.
She didn't refuse. With the maids' help, she rose and walked to the bathroom. The warm spray of water washed away the fatigue and cleared her thoughts.
Through the billowing steam, she looked at Tina, who stood nearby, hands clasped, waiting.
Tina was competent, discreet, and fiercely loyal to Jacob—clearly a crucial and stable figure within the Smith family.
"Ms. Rivera," Elizabeth said suddenly, her voice slightly muffled by the sound of the shower, "a professional with your skills and qualifications, what would a salary for someone like you look like on the open market?"