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Chapter Eighteen
- Dante -
IWAS IN CONTROL. I. Was. In. Control.
My heart hammered in my chest and my dick continued to make its enthusiasm known. It needed to calm the hell down. I wasn’t taking her virginity tonight. As I told her, I had more finesse than that. I’ve never taken a virgin before, and this wasn’t just any virgin; this was Noemi. While my body was more than ready to perform the act, there was a shard of a piece of a man who knew that she deserved more than a quick fuck on my desk.
Logistics. Timing. I made plans for everything and ruining Noemi would be no different. If it was cold and calculating on my part, so be it. She didn’t realize yet, just what she’d agreed to. But within the next twenty-four hours, she’d understand that it wasn’t wise to make bargains with me, especially ones so open ended as to allow me to determine the where, when and how.
I admired her strength though. She used my own words against me, relying on five-year old advice to make her case. She didn’t know that even though she was the one who made the first move, she’d given me exactly what I wanted and that was the last bit of control she would get to have. As soon as we sealed our deal with a kiss, she was mine. The only way I would get her out of my system would be to fuck her out of it.
She probably thought this would be a one-time thing. That I would take her virginity and run. She’d be right. That’s what I should have done, but in general, I’m a narcissistic asshole. She set herself up for a great fall and Iwouldn’tbe there to pick up the pieces. I intended to get everything I wanted from her before I walked away.
I stroked the side of her cheek with my thumb, coaxing her mouth to open. A low growl rose within me. On one hand, I was frustrated that she didn’t immediately do as I said. On the other, her shyness, her reluctance, drew me to her. Being able to touch her, to use my body to coerce her to my will –thatwas an aphrodisiac that could become my new addiction.
I stared down at her. “Open your mouth for me, baby girl,” I ordered more forcefully. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
She looked up at me with confusion in those beautiful hazel eyes. I noticed the way her eyes widened, and she swallowed hard. I drew my thumb over her lower lip and got the response I needed. Her lids dropped and her mouth parted. I dipped my head, ready to claim my prize. I hadn’t given much thought to the kiss. I couldn’t allow it to go too far tonight, despite what the bulge in my pants told me to do. But there was no way in hell I was going to be satisfied with an innocent peck on the lips either. With this kiss, she would know that I wanted her. I would tease her and leave her wanting more. Give her a taste of what was to come, of how good we were going to be together. Of just how much pleasure I could draw from her body. I would make her weep with desire for me, make her wonder why’d she’d balked at the idea of losing her virginity on my desktop. When I had her pliant and ready to give me whatever I wanted, I’d send her home to dream sweet dreams of me. To run her hands over her body as she remembered what it was like when I touched her. To moan into her pillow as she got herself off.
And I would be laying in my room, rock hard and dying for relief at the thought of her naughty behavior. But I wouldn’t come. The torment would be real until I made my plans. Until I knew exactly how I wanted to take her.
Tonight was about a kiss and nothing more.
I lowered my lips to retrieve that kiss from her mouth. I wanted to take my time, make it memorable. My tongue swept slowly from one corner of her lower lip to the other, then did the same across her upper lip. Noemi sighed and swayed forward, her mouth parting wider for my sweeping tongue, her hands moving naturally to my chest. I wouldn’t cross the line that night, but to hell with being patient. I grabbed her by her ass, hauling her up against me as I turned, and dropped her so she was seated on the edge of my desk.
Her arms circled my neck as I claimed her mouth in a searing kiss that had none of the tenderness she may have expected. I wanted to brand her with that kiss, to let her know that from now until the time I decided, she was mine. I noticed again, her response: innocent, tentative, but absorbing all that I had to offer her. She was fucking perfect.
When I lifted my head, she whimpered the same way she had two nights ago. My cock was already at attention, but it twitched at that sound. I wanted to run my hands up her thigh to touch her and see if she was already wet for me, to tease her until she was soaked, but that damn skirt she wore...
“Don’t ever wear this fucking skirt around me again,” I growled, frustrated that I couldn’t immediately reach my prize.
She giggled and buried her head in my neck.
“I guess,” she laughed quietly, tilting her head up to look at me, “I didn’t really think this through. I honestly...” Her voice trailed off as color hit her cheeks.
“You didn’t think I’d accept?” I threaded my hands through her hair, moving her head to where I liked it; tilted back, mouth parted, eyes on me.
“You said your price was too high for me to pay.Youdidn’t think I’d offer.”
“That’s not what I was referring to, but I am very glad you thought of it.”
I ran my lips down the column of her throat, nipping her shoulder when I reached it. She jumped and her arms tightened around my neck. I dipped a finger under the rows of pearls that ran across her cleavage. Sexy and classy.
“I like this though.”
I fingered the strands of pearls, pulling them aside, revealing the swell of her breasts just above the lace of her white shirt. I ran my finger over her creamy skin then dipped my mouth to kiss the exposed cleft. She shivered as my tongue explored the valley I’d found. She was soft as silk against my tongue.
Damn, I wanted her out of the skirt, but it was just as well. I could wait to touch her more intimately. Barely, but I could. I satisfied myself with the way her breath hitched when I palmed her breast, seeking her nipple with my thumb, brushing over it repeatedly as it pebbled beneath my touch.
She was so responsive to me. When I changed my pace, she gasped. When I grazed my teeth over her shoulder and pinched her nipple through the fabric of her shirt and bra, she groaned and arched against me. I believed her when she said she was a virgin, but how the hell could she be this sensual and have resisted her natural urges for so long? Had no one touched her this way? Had she been dating eunuchs all these years?What the fuck? The urge to take her right then and there took over. The way she responded to me – I knew I could have her if I pushed her. I’d suspected it for years, but now, I knew.
But this wasn’t what she needed and wasn’t anything close to what I wanted.
Dragging breath into my lungs, I pulled back from her. I undid her hands from around my neck and took a step back. She straightened up immediately.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her breath quick and raspy.
“Nothing. Who said anything was wrong?”
