“Why so shy?” I ask, pressing my nipples against him, hands on my hips.
“I am not.”
“You weren’t like this when we were younger,” I add, making him remember the past.
“I am your bodyguard now.”
“Just like you were back then, nothing has changed.”
“Everything has changed. I was learning, I wasn’t done. And what we did was wrong.” He swallows hard like he’s trying to convince himself, eyes locked on the blank wall on the other side of the room.
“I’m bored, I want to go outside. It’s been six months, Matheo. Six months of absolute boredom. I will go insane any second, trust me.”
“I know,” another hard swallow.
“Can we go outside?”
“No.”
“Come on,” I plead, my very soul filled with frustration.
“No.”
“I won’t tell my father.”
“Tim has given me clear directions, I must follow those. So no, we cannot go outside.”
I glare at him, my annoyance and anger impossible to hide behind my eyes, but it vanishes just as quickly as I place my finger against the black fabric that covers his broad chest.
“Do you remember how you used to make me scream your name?”
“For fucks sake, Anastasia!” His eyes stay on the wall, but I want him to look at me.
“Hmm,” I sound like a brat, but I don’t care.
My hands move over his body, slowly reaching for his gun and pulling it out of his pants before walking over to the wall he refuses to look away from. I place myself in his line of sight, and waitfor him to react. He doesn’t.
Holding it steady, I point the gun to his head, “I miss your hands on me,”I say, slowly moving my other hand up my waist.
He looks at me now, right in my eyes, just like I want him to. A smile forms on my lips as I pinch my nipple. “Come here,” I beckon. He shakes his head.
“What if I shoot?” I tease, holding the gun with both hands, aiming at his handsome face.
“Don’t play with my gun, Anastasia.”His voice is soft, but something playful lingers underneath along with a warning.
I roll my eyes again before walking over to my bed withheavy steps, his weapon pressed to my side. But I can feel his gaze burning on me as I sit down slowly, the pink sheets of my bed meeting me gently and brushing against my skin. I liedown, back against the mattress, never tearing my eyes from his.
I throw the gun to the other side of the room,spread my legs and reveal my cunt to him. The same cunt he fucked for thefirst time six years ago. The same cunt he fucked five years ago, three, two years ago. In fact, he has done it many times. And now he wants me to believe he’s unaffected?Ridiculous.
My fingers reach down, slowly circling my clit as my head falls back. I know he’s still watching me, I feel it. I know what his gaze feels like after so many years on me.
“I know you’re hard,” I giggleas I keep touching myself. “I know you want to claim me like you always do, Matheo.” His name comes as a moan, something he has never been able to resist.
He shakes his head, but I hear the zipperof his black pants loud and clear. Just as I knew he would, he strokes himself as he watches me, but it’s slow, and teasing.A breath escapes me as I take him in, loving how easily he is mine.
Another giggle escapes me as I bite my lip, waiting for him to fully give up his so-called morals. He is already halfway there,I just need him fully.
A second finger slides in, the wetness of my pussy echoing in the quiet room. “Matheo, just let go,”I moan again, pushing him closer to the edge.
