AMY’S POV
I couldn’t sleep that night.
I kept tossing and turning for hours, my body was restless as my mind was consumed by one thing and one thing only.
Richard.
The way his hands had felt on my skin.
The way his fingers had worked magic inside me.
The way he had pulled away just when I was desperate for more.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but the images wouldn’t stop.
His green eyes that were dark with desires and his lips hovering over mine.
His voice, low and commanding, telling me to come for him.
I had never felt so empty in my entire life.
My hand drifted down my body, sliding beneath the sheets.
I bit my lip and began to touch myself, imagining it was Richard’s fingers instead of mine.
I pictured him hovering over me, his body pressing mine into the mattress, his mouth on my neck, his—
I let out a frustrated groan and pulled my hand away.
It wasn’t working.
Nothing I did could bring me to release.
Every time I got close, the image of Richard pulling away would flash in my mind, and the frustration would build all over again.
I flopped onto my back, staring up at the ceiling.
My body was aching, throbbing, desperate for something I couldn’t have.
‘Just go to him,’ Lexie urged, her voice eager in my head.
‘Go to Richard.
Tell him what you want.’
“No,” I muttered out loud.
“I’m not that shameless. I’m not going to beg a man for sex.”
‘You literally threw yourself at him in his office today.’
I kicked my legs up in embarrassment, burying my face in the pillow.
She was right.
I had literally offered my body to him, and he still said no.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t try again.
I sat up in bed, my mind racing.
I had to be smarter about this.
I had used the strong approach earlier, I need to be more strategic about it.
If I just showed up and asked again, he’d probably turn me down the same way he had before.
But what if I made it impossible for him to resist?
I climbed out of bed and padded over to the closet, flipping through the clothes Richard had bought for me.
There were so many options, elegant dresses, silk blouses, tailored pantsuits.
But what I needed was something different.
Something that would make his mouth water.
My fingers brushed against a sheer nightgown at the back of the closet.
It was pale pink, almost transparent, with delicate lace trim at the edges.
It was short, barely covering my thighs, and it left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
I smiled to myself.
Perfect.
I pulled off my pajamas and slipped into the nightgown.
I looked at myself in the mirror, my cheeks flushing at what I saw.
The fabric was so thin that every curve was visible.
My breasts were barely covered, my nipples clearly outlined against the sheer material.
And underneath, I was completely naked.
No begging, I reminded myself. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
I’m going to make him want me so badly that he won’t be able to say no.
I took a deep breath and walked out of my room, padding down the hallway toward Richard’s bedroom.
My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it from behind his door.
When I reached his door, I hesitated.
My brain screamed at me to turn around, to go back to my room and forget this insane plan.
But my body refused to cooperate.
I was so desperate for him that I could barely think straight.
I knocked.
The door swung open, and Richard stood before me, shirtless, his dark hair slightly disheveled.
He was wearing only a pair of low-slung sweatpants, and my eyes immediately dropped to his bare chest.
The man was sculpted like a god.
Every muscle was defined, from his broad shoulders to his carved abs to the V that disappeared beneath his waistband.
I had seen him in suits, in casual clothes, but nothing had prepared me for this.
His eyes raked over me, taking in the sheer nightgown, the way it clung to every curve.
His pupils darkened with lust, and I felt a surge of triumph.
It’s working.
I quickly faked a grimace, clutching my lower back.
“Richard, I’m so sorry to bother you this late, but I have this awful pain in my lower back. It’s just…it’s excruciating. I can’t sleep. I was hoping you could help me massage it?”
He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk curling his lips.
“A pain in your lower back?”
“Yes,” I said, layering on the innocence.
“Right here.” I gestured vaguely at the area just above my ass.
“I think it’s from all the stress. It’s just so tense.”
He studied me for a long moment, his green eyes glittering with amusement.
Then he stepped aside, holding the door open.
“Come in.”
I walked into his bedroom, my heart pounding.
The room was enormous, dominated by a massive bed with dark silk sheets.
Candles flickered on the nightstand, casting warm shadows across the walls.
I climbed onto the bed, lying on my stomach.
I adjusted the nightgown, making sure it rode up just enough to reveal the curve of my ass.
Then I pointed at my lower back.
“Right here,” I said, my voice soft and needy.
“The pain is just… right there.”
Richard sat down beside me, his weight dipping the mattress.
His hands found my lower back, warm and strong, and began to knead the muscles.
I let out a soft moan.
His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.
Every stroke of his thumbs, every press of his palms, made me want more.
“Lower,” I breathed.
“The pain is a little lower.”
His hands moved down, his fingers grazing the top of my ass.
“There?” he asked, his voice husky.
“A little more,” I said, my voice trembling.
His hands slid lower, cupping my ass through the thin fabric.
I gasped, my body arching into his touch.
“Here?” he murmured.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Right there.”
His hands squeezed my ass, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
Richard chuckled, low and dark.
“Amy,” he said, his voice laced with amusement.
“Are you actually in pain, or are you just trying to get me to fuck you?”
I froze, my face burning with humiliation.
He knew.
Of course he knew.
I was so transparent, so desperate, and he saw right through me.
“I—” I started, but the words wouldn’t come.
He didn’t wait for an answer.
His hand came down on my ass in a sharp smack, and I yelped, my fingers clutching the sheets.
“You think you can manipulate me with a sheer nightgown and fake back pain?” Another smack came, harder this time.
“You think I don’t know exactly what you’re doing?”
I whimpered, my eyes blurring with tears, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of it.
The combination of his words and his touch was overwhelming.
He spanked me again, and again, each strike sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
I was so wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs.
Then his fingers grazed my clit, and he let out a low growl.
“Soaking wet,” he said, his voice rough.
“You’re desperate for me, aren’t you?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
He pushed two fingers inside me, and I cried out, my back arching.
He pumped them slowly, torturously, watching my face contort with pleasure.
“Please,” I begged, completely abandoning any pretense of dignity.
“Please, Richard. I need you.”
He pulled his fingers out, and I nearly sobbed at the loss.
Then he stood up, stepping back from the bed.
“Go back to your room, Amy.”
I stared at him, my body trembling.
“What?
But I—”
“You’re not ready,” he said, his voice firm.
“When I finally take you, I want you to be sure. I want you to know exactly what you’re asking for.”
I sat up, my eyes blazing with frustration.
“I am sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
He shook his head slowly.
“i agreed to help you get revenge on Derek, not to allow you to use me get over him.
”
“But—”
“Go back to your room,” he repeated.
“And get some sleep.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but something in his expression stopped me.
He wasn’t going to change his mind.
No matter how much I begged, no matter how wet I was, he wasn’t going to give in.
I climbed off the bed, my legs shaky, my body still aching with need.
I started walking toward the door, every step a humiliation.
“Amy.”
I stopped, turning back to look at him.
He was watching me with an unreadable expression.
“There’s one more thing you need to know.”
“What?” I asked, my voice flat with disappointment.
“I’ve shifted the wedding date forward,” he said calmly.
“It’ll be held in two weeks. You will meet the wedding planner tomorrow.”
My eyes widened.
“Two weeks?
why the sudden change?”
“Because I can’t wait to have you as my wife.” He smiled at me and I stared at him in confusion.
What the hell was going through his head?