Page 46 of Burning Roses


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“Not your revenge?” He raises his eyes and I shrug.

“If I get to walk away from that life, to start again somewhere where I’m not dependent on anyone else, then that is revenge enough for me. I kind of think those men will self-destruct anyway, and I want no part in that.”

His eyes glitter with triumph as he kisses me gently on the lips and pulling back, whispers, “Then we have an arrangement. We will work out the details in the morning because now I’m taking you to bed.”

I swear every part of me reacts to that and all rational thought leaves my mind as he laces his fingers with mine and says firmly, “Come. I don’t want to waste a second of my time with you.

I say nothing because what words are there, anyway? I agreed to this and now I must make good on my promise.

I am his and rather than be afraid, I actually can’t freaking wait.

He leads me to his bathroom and, unlike before, he obviously has no intention of leaving me here.

I watch as he tears off his clothes and turns to face me with a body that would drive sin into the mind of the purest angel. Fuck! It’s a work of art and I long to run my fingers over the hard skin and press my lips to the scripted ink.

To feel it slide against my own and experience the whole of him where no man has ever gone before.

I am curious and fearful at the same time, but ready for something I have guarded well until now. I want to know what is so powerful about sex that drives men to commit heinous crimes just for the thrill of it.

Without breaking eye contact, I reach behind me and pull down the zipper of the gray silk dress. The color that matches his eyes, that colors his world and decorates his existence.

His eyes glitter as he watches me like a predator about to attack, and as I stand before him in the gray silk lingerie, I know I’m not backing out now. This is on my terms; my choice and I choose to surrender my virginity to this man. We have an arrangement, a business one, and we must get this over with so we can move on.

I reach behind me to unfasten my bra and, as it drops to the floor, he says nothing at all. Just stares as if I’m a feast for his eyes and, rather than being self-conscious about it, I love how his cock jerks at every move I make.

This powerful man wants me.

He calls me his obsession.

Maybe one night is all it will take to deal with that. He will discover I’m not that good anyway and definitely below average in the sex department.

It surprises me that I’m not nervous. I’ve lived surrounded by sex for many years. Now it’s time to learn what all the fuss is about.

I move toward him and press against his chest. Kissing him softly, slowly, as if testing every response. He does nothing at all, just lets me control the situation and it empowers me.

I grip his hand and smile softly, leading him into the shower with no words passing my lips.

As before, the jets automatically rain down on us, and I grab a handful of soap and grant my own wish.

I wash him carefully, slowly, and without haste. Savoring his muscles that ripple beneath my touch.

The activity gives me something else to focus on and as I move lower, his gentle hiss makes me smile as I tentatively reach for his cock.

“Lilli, you don’t…” He whispers and I shake my head.

“I want to.”

I love how smooth it is and rub the soap down the length of it, wondering how something so big could be inside me.

I cup his balls and he groans loudly and I love how much power I hold over him now. It’s as if our roles are reversed and he is not in control anymore. I am. Of him.

I drop to my knees and turn my face to the hot water raining down on me and love the cleansing steam as it adds heat to a situation that doesn’t need any.

“Lilli–” His voice holds a warning to it as I lick the tip of his cock, more out of interest than anything. It’s as if I’ve been given a toy to play with. To explore at my leisure and he is allowing it to happen. For me to take charge and I love that about him. He is letting me take things at my own pace and it gives me more courage to do what I am strangely itching for.

I open my mouth and slide his cock inside, marveling at how smooth it is as my teeth brush against the delicate skin.

He groans and a low fuck bounces off the walls of the shower, causing me to smile against his shaft.

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