The moment Simon parked the car, he didn't wait. He was out in seconds, yanking Stella's door open, his grip rough as he pulled her out. Without a word, he led her inside the mansion, his pace unrelenting, his jaw clenched tight like he was hanging by a thread.
"Simon—" Stella started, but he cut her off.
"Not a word." His voice was thick with lust, dark and dangerous. "I've been holding myself back the entire ride. Now? I'm done waiting."
They barely made it to the bedroom before he spun her around, pressing her back against his in front of the mirror. His hands gripped her waist, his mouth just inches from herneck as his heated gaze burned through her.
His voice dropped. "Do you like the dress, baby?" He placed his chin on her shoulder, his breath hot against her neck, making her shiver.
Stella swallowed hard. "Y-yeah."
A low, dark chuckle rumbled from Simon's chest. "Good. Because I'm about to remove it."
His fingers moved to the buttons, deliberately slow. One by one, he unfastened them, his touch brushing against her skin every time, making her core clench painfully. The dress fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a drenched white lingerie. Simon froze, his gaze darkening as his jaw clenched.
"Fuck," he muttered, his eyes glued to the soaked white thong. His hand gripped her hip tightly. "You've been like this the entire time, haven't you?"
Stella bit her lip, refusing to answer.
Simon's hand snaked around her throat, tilting her head back. "Answer me."
Her voice cracked. "Yes."
"Goddamn it, Stella." His teeth gritted as he reached to the side, grabbing the blue lingerie from the bag. "Put this on."
Her eyes didn't leave his as she reached behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the ground. She didn't hesitate. Keeping her gaze locked with his, she slowly bent down, dragging her thong down her legs in a way that was pure sin — her ass slightly in the air, her movements unholy. She finally put on the blue lingerie.
Simon's throat bobbed, his fists clenching. "You little tease."
Before she could stand straight, Simon's large hand gripped her waist, throwing her onto the bed. She bounced, letting out a small gasp as she watched him stalk toward her like a predator. His dark, feral gaze burned through her, his shirt clinging to his toned chest.
Without a word, he walked to the headboard and sat down. "Come here. Straddle me."
Stella didn't hesitate. She climbed onto his lap, her legs bracketing his thick thighs, and the second she settled, his mouth crashed against hers. It was wild. Teeth. Tongue. Desperation. His hand tangled in her hair, tugging her closer as his other hand palmed her ass harshly, kneading it.
"You are perfect," he growled against her lips.
Stella's hands fumbled to unbutton his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. "You too are perfect"
The second her hands pushed his shirt off his shoulders, his fingers slid beneath her blue thong. His touch was ruthless, sliding along her drenched folds, making her jolt. "Wet," he murmured darkly against her mouth. "All this for me?"
Stella's head dropped back as his fingers moved against her swollen clit, her breath ragged. "For you," she moaned, and the second those words left her mouth — Simon snapped.
A feral groan tore from his throat. "Fuck." His fingers plunged inside her core without warning, stretching her painfully as her body arched like a bow. She let out a strangled moan, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Simon—"
"Louder," he growled, his teeth grazing her neck as his fingers curled deep inside her, repeatedly hitting her G-spot without mercy. "Scream my name, Stella."
Her body writhed against him, her hips grinding down desperately. "Oh my God—Simon!"
His mouth latched onto her clothed nipple, sucking harshly while his fingers wrecked her core. "That's it, baby. So fucking good for me."
Her orgasm crashed into her like a violent wave, her body convulsing as she came hard around his fingers. But Simon didn't stop. His fingers kept thrusting, dragging out every ounce of pleasure until her thighs trembled.
And then, without a word, he ripped the blue thong clean off her body.
"Simon!" she gasped, her head snapping up.
His gaze was deadly. "I told you, little fish." He flipped her onto her back, hovering over her like a beast. "I'm not stopping until you forget how to fucking walk."
Stella's core clenched painfully.
Simon leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Close your eyes and feel it." His voice was dangerously low. "Open them — and I'll fuck you so hard you won't leave this bed for days."
Stella's breathing hitched. She slammed her eyes shut, her entire body buzzing with anticipation.
But she wasn't prepared for what came next.
Simon's tongue trailed down her neck, agonizingly slow, dragging from the hollow of her throat to the valley between her breasts. Stella's breath caught in her throat when he flicked his tongue over her nipple through the bra.
Her back arched. "Simon—"
"Shh." His hand pressed her hips down. "Feel it, baby. Don't rush me."
His mouth traveled lower, leaving a wet trail from her navel down to her pelvis. Stella's body trembled with desire. She could feel his breath against her clit — hot, dangerous, and teasing.
"Simon…" she whimpered.
Just as she felt the tip of his tongue brush her swollen bud — he stopped.
Her eyes flew open. "W-why did you stop?" she stammered, her voice desperate.
Simon's gaze darkened, his fangs slightly visible. He smirked. "I told you not to open your eyes, didn't I?"
"Simon—"
"You disobeyed me, little fish." His voice was low, predatory. "And now I'm going to punish you."
Without warning, he grabbed the handcuffs from the drawer, and before Stella could process it — click.
Her wrists were cuffed above her head.
Her eyes widened. "What are you doing?"
Simon climbed back on top of her, his face inches away. "Making you understand that when I say something… you obey." His tone was dark, possessive. "And now you're going to lay here — helpless — while I do whatever the fuck I want to you."
A shiver ran through Stella's spine.
"Simon—please," Stella gasped, her legs squirming beneath him, her core aching desperately for his touch. Her fingers curled into the sheets as she writhed beneath him, her body on fire. "Please, I-I can't—"
Simon released her nipple with a sinful pop, his tongue flicking over the swollen bud one last time before his gaze snapped to hers. His eyes were darker now — almost animalistic. Possessive. Dangerous.
"Please what, baby?" His voice was like pure sin, low and rough. "Use your words."
Stella's cheeks burned. "Touch me—fuck, please touch me. I'm aching, Simon. Please—"