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“If you’re not man enough to do it, there are others who are.” I deliberately baited him, and it worked.
He snarled, shoving two fingers straight inside me. I was drenched. I didn’t realise how turned on I’d become when my lips were on him. I moaned loudly, the sound pulled from me unwillingly. He chuckled, adding in another finger and curving them up and round inside me, hitting that goddamn holy grail spot that made my whole body sing in pleasure.
“Don’t wanna hear words out of your mouth unless it’s screaming my name.”
He devoured my pussy like he did my mouth, skilfully and with intent. His fingers moved back in and out, curling round, making my hands grip the couch even tighter so as not to move. His tongue lapped in circles round my clit but never exactly where I needed it. He was toying with his food. I didn’t even want to know how many girls he’d done this with to become so good at it, so experienced. I despised the sliver of jealousy that rattled through my brain. He was successfully filling me up with regret.
Drawing out his fingers, he pushed my legs back, spreading me widely to where they originally rested before they took a life of their own and tried to wrap round his head. Holding them securely in place, he flattened his tongue and roughly lapped right over my clit increasing the pressure, hitting the exact spot he’d been dancing around. He determinedly pushed me over the edge and I shattered screaming his name. My hands found their way into his inky black hair and I yanked his short strands taut. His fingers entered me again and he crooked them, prolonging my orgasm and catapulting it to unexpected heights.
My slumped body eventually descended from the high; I was completely languid and putty in his hands. I yawned unexpectedly peeking to the kitchen where the digital clock displayed the time. My eyes widened in realisation of how late it was. I needed sleep for my lectures tomorrow.
Preston chuckled and helped me stand from the couch, directing me to my bedroom where I folded open the covers and dived right under the soft fabric as it caressed my naked flesh, sighing in contentment and closing my eyes. I was aware of him within my surroundings, but he could let himself out.
A few moments later I caught the shuffling sound as the covers were lifted bringing a cold draft, making me shiver. The mattress dipped as he dropped onto it hauling me back into him, surrounding me with the heat of his body, his clothing discarded somewhere. I could only feel his boxers pressed up against me.
Not uttering a word, he arranged himself comfortably around me, wrapping one arm over my stomach and another under the pillow under my head. One of his legs twisted over mine, pinning me in place with the weight. But I didn’t feel trapped. I felt… safe. And it felt nice. Too nice.
My pulse pounded to an uneven rhythm; I could hear the beat thudding in my ears. We were bathed in a calm, comfortable silence, the kind you should only have after years of being around somebody intimately. As I drifted off into heavenly bliss, I sensed him placing a kiss on the top of my head lightly and his voice whispered softly, so tenderly. “Sleep, Milla. I’ll hold the demons at bay tonight.”
Just hold me close. Because what was a blessing when you’d been cursed?
Chapter14
Milla
Christmas Day. A celebration for a man that many bowed down in prayer to. I had never believed in it or any other religion. To me, it was a myth that had the longest run of believers in history. Pure fiction. You could make anyone believe anything if they wrote it to perfection and squealed about it noisily enough.
If there was a higher being up there in those fluffy white clouds ready to open the pearly gates to heaven for good human beings after they’d done their good deeds, surely inhumane suffering and evil wouldn’t exist in this world. I didn’t judge those with religious views, but it screamed bullshit to me.
Pass me the turkey with a hot roast dinner and Christmas pudding to finish, with my closest family sitting round the dining table,thatwas the real Christmas experience. But no. Not even on this family day would I get a reprieve.
I arrived at the Mayor’s mansion once again, certain I’d seen more of this place since I’d come home than I ever did in my childhood. As expected, Dad didn’t get us out of this unfortunately, but I could tell he was still unhappy about it.
I was unsure what was up with him. His behaviour was bizarre when Mom told us we were coming here, he did a full three-sixty and bam, here we were under his agreement, yet not. He was behaving oddly, and I promised myself to keep an eye on him. He was the oil that kept our family running smoothly, and without him the cracks would spread too deeply, too quickly and inevitably break off, leaving us adrift.
Mom suggested we dressed formally today, therefore I wore a floor-length navy-blue gown that felt like the softest material kissing up against my skin. Long sleeves covered down to my wrists and the neckline scattered with small diamante embellishments sewn into the rounded collar. But the hidden element at the back made me smile in delight when I’d first seen it. It looked like the perfectly decent age-appropriate dress suitable for a formal event at the Mayors, but when I turned that’s when you saw it. The stunning material sat comfortably above my ass, hugging my features like it was made specifically for me, which I had no doubt it was.Thanks, Mom.
With the length of my back on display, no bra could be worn with it. A slit on one side of the dress that reached to mid-thigh displayed the smoothness of my shaved leg when I sat down or moved. Each time I caught myself in one of the many mirrored surfaces in this mansion, I grinned at the way this dress made me feel.
Delaney stuck to my side like glue as we rounded the room, making polite conversation. I’d never admit out loud that right now my twelve-year-old sister kept me grounded when I wanted nothing more than to flee from this disaster. If I had to go through everything I did so it never touched a hair on her stunning head, I’d choose to suffer every single time.
The start of the Christmas dinner courses was announced, and we made our way to the dining room with only a long onyx black table and a considerable number of chairs occupying its vast space. Delaney tugged my hand to gain my attention.
“There’s name places set on the table,” she grumbled unhappily, knowing we’d be separated.
Goddammit, organised table seating. This day just kept getting worse. Walking the length of the table, I found her name and breathed a sigh of relief seeing my dad’s name beside her. Knowing she’d be fine, I left her to sit down in search of my assigned seating.
Unsurprisingly, it was farther down the other end of the table, away from my family, and it positioned me between Texas and Preston, with Hollis on the opposite side of the table… and a few seats down washim. And I knew, I just knew that I was being watched. Every move I made, every little single thing I’d say or what was said to me would be observed carefully, enabling his own narrative, allowing him to indulge in the punishment of my flesh once more.
The first entrée arrived and people ate, conversations flowed, and drinks were washed down. I took my gaze off the plate and peeked around subtly. Eyes were fixated on me, the good and bad ones. The best and worst people in my life co-existed. I lived in a reality where I pretended every single day that life wasn’t fucking me over. Wouldn’t it have made more sense for me to deserve the punishment I would be given? Every penance I was dealt was for crimes I’d never committed. I was always at fault, regardless.
I felt bold, maybe it was because of the company I was in. A shred of rebellion blossomed inside my body and spread at a rapid rate like birds waiting, ready to spread their wings and soar to the greatest heights. To freedom.
Before I knew it, we’d reached the main Christmas dinner course, presented as the third entrée. Of course, I resisted rolling my eyes at the snobbery, barely. A server topped up the champagne glass, and I gave him a grateful smile before taking another sip. I’d lost count of how many glasses I’d consumed now.
To be fair, someone automatically topped them up when the liquid reached a certain low level, so there was no way I could have known. But from the weightless feeling that was coursing through my veins and the flush I could feel creeping up on my cheeks, I knew I’d had a teeny bit too much.Oops. I hiccupped, drawing the attention of others as I placed my glass down, covering my mouth with my hand, trying to keep it in, but to no avail.
I followed others at the table and started on my main course. Stuffing my mouth with turkey, I hummed in contentment as the flavour exploded on my tongue and I followed it up with some roast potatoes, crisped to perfection. The food was incredible, shame about the company as a whole.
