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Chapter11
Just a taste
Jake
Her cheeks are red.
They almost match her hair.
I didn’t plan to bring her in here to fuck her, but how can I resist when she sits there staring at me with those big doe eyes, looking fucking irresistible.
I let her be after the day I went to her brother’s house.
Haven’t even thought of bothering her. Until she walked—no, swayed her hips—into my club tonight. She wouldn’t have known this place is mine and that’s okay, but it didn’t stop me from sitting here watching her.
I could see she felt awkward. She was eyeing her drink as if she were afraid something might be slipped into it. I wouldn’t let that happen to her again, especially when I am around.
Grinding my molars, I study her.
She can’t seem to form words.
Did I stun her so badly she doesn’t know how to speak?
“I bet you taste as good as you look,” I say, standing. “I bet your sweet cunt is wet right now. Am I right?”
Her eyes grow even wider, and I realize it’s the words I use. Striding to the door, I touch the lock. “You feel safe with me, right? If I locked this door, you wouldn’t be scared?” Her pretty eyes flick to the lock. “Words, Oriana,” I snap at her.
“I am scared of you,” she whispers.
I don’t lock the door. Instead, I let my hand drop.
“Why?” I want to know because her reaction to me is anything but frightened. It’s quite the opposite. The way she fidgets in her seat as she keeps on crossing and uncrossing her legs as if she is unsure. Her eyes as they track me.
“You say these vulgar things.”
“Do they turn you on?” I ask. Her hand goes to her hair, and she starts twirling it again. “Oriana.”
“Will you stop saying my name like that,” she snaps.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to say it in other contexts.”
“You mean like I want to say it as you suck my cock?” She bites her lip. “Or you want me to say it when my head disappears under that dress you’re wearing and I tear your panties off?”
She throws her head back and laughs. Her hand that was in her hair falls to her chest, and she giggles—it’s cute, really. This is not the answer I was looking for, but I appreciate it all the same.
Most women don’t giggle when I tell them what I want to do.
But this treasure, she’s delicate.
A little feisty when she wants to be, but delicate at the same time. The world hasn’t swallowed her whole yet and spat her out.
When she’s calmed down, I look at her quizzically.
“What was funny?”
She sucks in a breath as she wipes her eyes and looks at me. “I’m not wearing any panties.”
