Page 43 of The Chosen Heir


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I threw my head back and laughed. When my gaze returned to his face, his eyes were a smoldering hue of deep green.

“Now you can add deflowering a virgin to the list,” I teased him.

He buried his face into the crook of my neck. “Goddamn, it was hot as fuck taking that tight hole. Can’t wait to get back in. Stretch it out a little more every time until it’s molded to the size of my cock.”

“That’s going to take some time and lots of hard work,” I rasped out. “Are you sure you’re up to the challenge?”

“Oh, I’m up for it.” He lifted his hips so I could feel just how up he was. “You tease, but this isn’t a cock you want to do that with, firefly. I might have to wield it like a weapon and give you a lesson on who you belong to.”

I swallowed around my suddenly dry throat. God, I loved it when he talked dirty. “How do you plan to do that?”

“I’ll use everything I have. My fingers.” His hand trailed up my thighs to the juncture. “My tongue.” He opened his mouth and laved the sweat off my collarbone. “My cock.” His palms wrapped around my upper thighs and dragged me closer until his cock dug deeper. Oh. God. I melted against him, getting wetter by the second. His touch was so affecting. Heat scorched every inch he grazed with his fingers or the tip of his tongue.

“Yes,” I begged in a moan. “Please.”

He laid kisses up my throat and along my jawline. “Soon, baby girl. Let’s get through this evening, and I’ll bring you home to my bed and tie you to it. Spread those firm thighs and lick into that honeyed pussy until you scream my name.”

My chest swelled as I leaned into him, scraping his cock back and forth against me.

“Sef,” came a voice through the intercom. “People are looking outside the window.”

I pulled back with a long groan, quickly rearranged my clothes, and stumbled out of his car. The curtains flicked back into place, and I figured my mother hadn’t seen enough to know what was going on. Giving Alex a saucy little salute, I jogged up the stoop and let myself into the house.

The thought of tonight’s dinner rattled me. How was I going to make it through dinner at his mother’s house after last night? His mother was lovely, but I’d never had to lie to her before. I’d just hooked up with her son and, after dinner, was returning to his penthouse where I’d sleep with him again, God willing. I had to remain stoic and keep my hands to myself, lest I slip and give anything away. Another horrifying thought popped into my head. What if she thought I had helped Tasa plot her escape? I groaned. This was going to be stressful. By the time I made it to the top of the stairs, my bouncy step had turned into a drag.

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