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The single thought running along the lines of: I wanted Bianca to see every part of me. The good, the ugly, and the twisted.
I needed her to know she wasn’t the only person broken by her past, because so was I. Expect hers is partly my fault. And if I were a better man, I would confess to her. But it would come at the cost of losing her forever.
It’s something I can never do, not when I’ve just found her again and because I’m selfish. Besides, if I told her now, she'd shut me down faster than we could end up together.
This may have begun with the need to get Bianca out of my system and quench my desire for her, but I was only lying to myself. Deep down, it was always about making her mine. Unlike my ex-stepbrother, I won’t let her slip away from my grasp.
But with our complicated past hanging over us, will she ever truly be mine? She doesn’t know the part I played that night or the ruckus that happened after she left. So how do I keep this woman without losing her before I even have her?
The doorbell rings just as Justin’s warning resurfaces and I push it down as I make my way over. Unlocking the door, I grab the package I requested to be brought up from reception. Anticipation builds inside me as I head to the bedroom to give it to Bianca, where she went to hide, saying she needed a bath.
I know the kiss affected her as much as it did me and it blurred the lines she was adamant not to cross. It’s too late now and I won’t have her pulling away, pretending it never happened.
Or worse, call it another regret.
Besides, the lines were smudging from the moment I said yes. So before she can build her walls up and pretend I don’t make her heart race faster than any other man, I simply won’t give her a chance.
Sometimes a man has to play dirty to have the woman of his dreams. Lucky for her, decency never existed in my bones. Tonight, I’ll show her just how indecent I can be.
Every city has two worlds and while Paris in daylight is vibrant and romantic, the one after midnight is all about debauchery and forbidden pleasures. Until tonight, I’ve never been more thrilled to explore than with Bianca at my side. I want the curious yet innocent vixen in her to come out to play.
Knocking once, I enter the room and notice she’s still in the bath and the door is slightly ajar. My pulse kicks up with awareness and I know it has to be a mistake because there’s no way she’d leave the door unlocked. Not while she’s naked, wet, and with me close by.
Unintentional or not, she invited the predator that wants her flesh.
Me.
The vision of her lithe body glistening under the shower, fingers tracing her soft skin, flashes behind my eyes and sends shock waves down my spine. I drop the box on the bed, take off my suit jacket, and after loosening my tie, I stalk toward the bathroom.
Steam slightly spills into the room and my gait falters when a tiny moan pierces my ears. My nostrils flare and my senses sharpen when another sweet moaning sound reaches me and any restraint I had twists into a ball of savage lust.
Bianca doesn’t hear me over the sound of running water as I enter without her permission or a warning. The first thing I see is her silky hair sticking to the length of her arched back as she stands sideways while one of her hands moves in a steady rhythm between her legs.
Eyes closed, lips parted, with one hand against the tiles holding her up as she pleasures herself, renders me glued to the spot and my cock rock hard.
Sharp, piercing need builds to yank her into my arms, but I hold back and continue watching her, mesmerized.
Her heavy tits shake with every rough inhale and exhale, and dark pink nipples pebble and point upward, just begging to be sucked and bitten. I want to look everywhere at once—her pussy, her nipples, her fingers as they rub between her drenched slit. But my gaze is drawn back to her gorgeous face. Her soft lips are still swollen from our kiss and I just know she’s thinking about it as she plays with her cunt.
I don’t make my presence known and continue to stare as she brings her other hand to cup her right breast before she squeezes and it spills out of her small palm.
If she’d been performing for me, I would’ve ordered her to squeeze harder and pinch her nub until pleasure mixed with pain. I would’ve teased and brought her to the edge without falling over and over until she was mindless and delirious for an orgasm.
My cock begs for attention at the fantasy and vision before me but I ignore it. I lean back against the counter and feed the voyeur in me as the woman of my wet dreams brings herself to pleasure.
So sexy that I want to blind every man on the planet.
Beautiful and wanton as she fingers her tight pussy.
Naïvely oblivious to her fiancé’s devouring eyes watching her raptly.
I wish I could see every inch of her juicy, pink cunt, stretching around her small fingers, but it might just send me over the edge. The thought vanishes as soon as her wrist moves faster, her moans get louder, and my vision darkens when I see the flash of my diamond ring on her finger.
Fuck. I squeeze my length because I never imagined it would be hot seeing her touch herself with the hand wearing my ring. A mark claiming she’s taken and belongs to me. The harder I stare, the more I ache to have that same hand wrapped around my girth.
Just when I thought I couldn’t be more turned on, she goes and sucks on her finger that was inside her pussy a second ago.
Dirty little vixen.
