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“A contrast you liked.”
I smirked harder. “A contrast I very much liked. A contrast I liked enough to jerk one off to at every opportunity for years to come. The amount of different scenarios I pictured became quite a selection. I pictured her hurting more. I pictured him fucking her harder. I pictured him calling me over and insisting I choke her with my dick while he fucked her asshole so hard she bled for him.”
She straightened in her seat at that. “Did you ever see her again? Over his desk, I mean.”
I shook my head. “No, I didn’t, but the fantasy struck pretty strong. Last thing I heard she was Mrs Davis and holed up in Bosbury village with two kids and a poodle. Fuck knows what happened to Mr Harrington.”
She giggled. “Maybe you should hunt her down, see if she wants to be done over a desk again for another go, for old time’s sake.”
There was no way she was serious and I knew it. Her eyes were sparkles of mischief, full of desire, and there was only one little girl in a uniform I was interested in at this point in time. She knew it too. It was alive in the air like electricity. Catherine Whitehurst was long gone from my fantasies.
“I’ve pushed so many limits with so many women dressed up for me in school uniform, Faith,” I told her. “But trust me, this is going to be a whole other league now you’re the dirty little slut for me.”
“This is lovely pasta,” she said, but her breaths were quick. Her eyes were fixed on mine as she ate another forkful, but we were both done with the food and we knew it.
We moved at once, both of us in unison, but it was me moving faster. I reached her before she was fully out of her seat and pulled her hard to standing. Her mouth was open wide before mine reached her, her tongue already desperate for mine, and fuck, how I gave it to her. I kissed her like a storm. A desperate fucking storm with thunder roaring right the way through us both.
This was beyond Catherine Whitehurst and the legacy she’d left in my mind. This was Faith Martin and her being my fucking everything, just as she wanted to be.
“Stretch me,” she whimpered with her mouth still to mine. “Make it hurt like you want it to. I just want to take it. I want to take it all.”
I loved her stutter. I loved her desperation. I loved how wet those cotton fucking panties were when my fingers reached up under her school skirt.
“Be careful what you wish for,” I said, but she was smiling. Smiling and wriggling against my touch.
“I’m wishing for it all,” she told me. “I want it all.”
I hitched her up against me, and she wrapped her legs around my waist to hold herself firm.
“Then it’s time I fucking delivered it,” I said.Chapter Twenty-FiveFaithI was scared.
My nerves were flapping around with the butterflies, my arms squeezing him tight as he actually carried me upstairs. I felt so small against him. But I also felt safe.
And I wanted this.
I wanted this so bad.
“There’s a strange place between pleasure and pain,” he said when we reached the landing. “I’m going to take you there and you can judge for yourself how good it feels. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
Being anywhere close to the man of my dreams after so long spent dreaming was going to feel real good. Pleasure or pain regardless. There was no way he was ever going to disappoint me. Not in a million years.
There was a tingle there, down deep already. More than nerves. More than anything. A tingle that wanted the forbidden. A tingle that wanted the pain he would give me. That wanted to feel him there for days. To strain so hard to have him inside me that I couldn’t imagine him ever pulling out. To see that filthy Miles Lindon smile as his fantasies came true.
That’s what I wanted.
He took me through to his bedroom and this time dropped me straight down flat on the bed. He pulled away and unbuttoned his shirt, and I stared up at him with my legs spread wide.
He was so muscular. So much of a man with the plains of his chest, and the darkness of the train of hair down his stomach. My eyes followed it down to the huge pole of a dick he pulled out from his pants.
“You look so good,” I whispered. “I’ll never ever get used to how amazing you look.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Says the perfect little siren staring up at me. Trust me, Faith, it’s you that looks amazing in this room tonight.”
His words made me tingle even harder.
