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“I’m just getting started, but I’ve run out of exposed skin to explore.”
The bastard. The selfish asshole.
Anger surges through me as he places me beside him and adjusts his slacks. He leans back, clasping his hands behind his neck, and stares at the sky above, totally relaxed. I’m still shaken up. I don’t know what to do with myself.
He cocks his head. “I think what you’re looking for is a question for me.”
Fine by me; I want this over with so I can go to my room and take care of the personal matter between my legs.
“Why me?”
“Do you think there is any other reason I agreed?”
“Is there?”
He turns his head to look at the horizon. “You didn’t appeal to me. You were a challenge, though. I can’t say no to that.”
It shouldn’t hurt, but it does. Looking down at myself, I can only guess his type, but I want him to be attracted to me.
I’ve overcome hardship and illness, and yes, I am the way circumstances made me. But I’m here, facing my fears and ready to conquer them. All he does is keep them buried while pretending he’s an open book. He’s the deceiver, not me. He’s the coward, not me.
“You’re back to thinking. You can’t control how others perceive you. That’s why you should never strive to adapt and change who you are to fit in. It never works.”
“Talking from experience?”
“I am.”
I open my mouth, needing him to continue and tell me more, but I watch him leave. I am not here to impress him but myself. I have to become someone I can face in the mirror. Behind the charming demeanor and the public mask he wears better than any disguise I wear is someone else. His failure to acknowledge that fact only proves me right. Whatever. It’s not as if I would ever have feelings for someone like him. At least we agree on that.
I go upstairs. Closing myself in my room, I shed my clothes. Climbing into bed, I use him as he uses me for his political career.
With one hand, I tug at my nipple, while the other finds my clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. I rub my thighs together, needing to get that friction that gives me pleasure. I picture him. He makes for the most erotic material. Cameron, with his rough touches and demanding kisses, sucks me into a world of decadent pleasure. His hard body presses on mine while I can’t do a thing but take what he gives me. At his mercy, while he whispers filthy things in my ear that make me even wetter.
A tremor rocks me as I imagine him having his way with me. I know I will end up liking whatever he does to me. My movements turn frantic in my need for release. The orgasm builds slow and steady. I buck up, riding the wave of pleasure.
I whisper his name, a mistake, a sin in the night while I come apart and lay spent on the bed. I turn over and chase the sleep that won’t grace me with its soothing presence.
Tossing and turning, I squeeze my eyes, wishing to exorcise him from my thoughts, but nothing helps. I should be prepared for him to be an even bigger dick the more questions I ask. But that won’t deter me. I will conquer your fortress, husband. Just watch me.
It will take half a century by the time Violet gives me what I want. My desire for this woman is starting to feel unbearable.
She wears a sleeveless one-shoulder blouse at the dining table, her hand and neck exposed. She traces a dainty finger up her arm, tipping her head—delicate and soft. All that innocence wrapped up in the most seductive package makes me ravenous.
What is she doing enticing a hungry predator? Doesn’t she know I’m barely holding on while she feeds crumbs to a starving man?
Ever since she crashed into my life as my arranged wife, I haven’t fucked anyone. I even pierced my dick, thinking I’d never fuck again, for fuck’s sake.
Something tells me I did it for nothing. It has less to do with the pledge my Syndicate brothers and I made to remain faithful in our marriages and everything to do with her.
How and when did it begin? I have no idea. When did she become so desirable? That remains a mystery to me. It’s as if I never knew what I wanted in a woman before her. She is my very own gift, wrapped up. I want to tear through her packaging and indulge.
“Cameron?” My name out of her lips sounds so tantalizing. The heart-shaped lips I want to do so many things to. I am so damn weak when it comes to her. I push myself off my chair and cage her in her seat.
“What now?” she says, taunting me like she is the world’s best seductress and I’m the inexperienced one. I don’t know how she turned the tables on me in just a few weeks.
Her exposed shoulder incites me. I tremble with the need to touch it.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask, brushing my nose against the softest skin I’ve ever touched. She tips her head sideways, wanting more. My greedy little freak. After my behavior yesterday, I thought she would punish me with stubbornness by locking herself in her room. Yet, here she is tempting me while I am eager to deliver. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter.
