Page 49 of The Chosen Heir


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“I understand,” she replied softly, her gentle hand cupping my cheek.

A cheerless laugh escaped. “I knew you’d say that, and it makes me want to punch a wall. You shouldn’t have to settle for less, Nina. Christ, look at you. Not only are you drop-dead gorgeous but you’re perfect. My family fucking loves you. And,” my voice dropped an octave, “you gave me your virginity. That bound me to an oath, and I don’t break my oaths.”

“There’s the oath you gave to the Lupu,” she prompted.

“And that’s the rub, but I will figure it out, Nina. I swear, if you afford me a bit of time, I will find a solution.”

“I trust you,” she replied.

“Christ, don’t say that. I don’t deserve your trust so easily. I’m a ruthless bastard in every other aspect of my life.”

“But not to me. You’ve only shown me kindness, and that’s what I’ll base my decision on. I’m not wrong, I know it,” she replied with a vehemence that took me by surprise. If she trusted me to find a way for us, then dammit, I’d find it. I was already close, so close. Once Luca agreed to marry the Popescu girl, we’d be golden. But what if he didn’t? Unlike Nicu, Luca couldn’t be counted on. Where would that leave Nina and me? Nowhere I wanted to dwell on tonight.

It’d been a long and trying day, and I was done talking for the night.

Standing from the bed, I took a step back and commanded, “Pull up your dress.”

Her gaze flickered away for a half second and came back to me. Like a scent in the air, she felt the shift between us. We had gone from her consoling me to me preying on her. She was right to sense danger because I was in the mood to dominate this little girl. Bravely, she swallowed before rising to her feet. Taking a firm hold of the hem of her dress, she slowly dragged it up to show me a stunning view. The sexiest little scrap of emerald-green silk and lace contrasted sharply against the glowing pale smoothness of her skin. Along with the matching set of garters and a pair of see-through black stockings, she was quite a sight. Christ, this woman was conjured from my dirtiest fantasies, with her oversized tits, trim waist, and slim hips, encased in brilliantly colored silk. I liked that she had a penchant for sexy, luxurious underthings, and I’d make sure to cover her in silk, satin, and lace.

“Take it off,” I rasped out as I stripped off my jacket and let it fall to the floor. I began to unbutton my shirt as she swooped the dress up and over her head. Clutching it tightly to her chest, she watched as the buttons of my dress shirt flew open, exposing more and more of my chest.

“Down,” I demanded roughly, signaling to her hands.

Stretching her arms out, she dropped the dress to the floor.

A matching set. She was wearing a matching set; the bra of emerald silk and lace cupped her full tits.

“The bra. Off.”

She unclasped it. The straps slid down her arms and tumbled to the plush dark-blue carpet at her feet, leaving her only in her emerald-colored panties and shoes. Feeling awkward perhaps, she cupped her elbows and hugged herself, which pushed those lush breasts up. That elicited a deep moan from me. I was starting to feel feral. Her gorgeous tits did it for me every time.

Stalking her, I walked her backward until the back of her legs hit the edge of my bed. She sank down onto the mattress, her arms flying back to catch herself.

Stripping off the rest of my clothes as if they offended me, I returned to her, my hard, demanding cock vibrating just inches from her mouth. Dragging my knuckles down her cheek, I relished the light flush creeping up her throat and down her rack. Each time we’ve been together, her responsiveness had been an aphrodisiac.

Head tilted back, her eyes flared wide with excitement and a tinge of fear. To distract her, I began to stroke my cock. Nice, hard strokes. Captivated, her eyes followed the movements of my hand. I caught drops of pre-come bubbling up from the slit of my crown and lathered my shaft on a down swipe. She squirmed her tight ass on the bed beneath me.

“Open those beautiful legs for me,” I urged her.

Obeying, she promptly showed me the few dark curls she had above her mound. The dew glittering on her lips made her pussy seem more innocent than it had been since its initiation to my cock.

“Touch yourself.”

Her fingers slipped down, trembling slightly, but her glazed-over eyes fixated on my cock told me she was more than ready for me.

“Stroke in,” I directed.

Two slim fingers swirled around her little nub a few times before sliding in deeper between her pussy lips, and swear to God, I almost came right then and there.

“Do you pleasure yourself, firefly?”

“A bit.”

“With your fingers or with toys?”

“Both.”

I groaned, deep and low.

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