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I turn back to see Sarah trying to console Lizzie, but that's my job now. I take her hand in mine and lead her away from the crowd that’s gathered around us. Pulling out my phone, I message Thomas to meet us at the back entrance as soon as possible.
"Miles, slow down. You're scaring me." I instantly come to a stop, turning to look at her.
"Baby, look at me. I will never hurt you. I was trying to get you out of there before reporters start swarming in. Timothy went too far. I don't like people touching what's mine. You're mine, Lizzie." I trail the back of my hand over her cheek and kiss her forehead. After a moment, she takes a deep breath and looks up at me.
"Thank you for getting me away from him and the rest of the crowd, for that matter. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be the cause of a scene, especially here at your charity event." She drops her gaze to the floor and sighs.
Cupping her face with both hands, I force her to look at me in the eyes, so she knows what I’m about to say is the truth.
"You did nothing wrong. Timothy was drunk, and he was so far out of line. He had an opportunity to walk away, but he didn't take it. I'm not sorry I knocked his ass out. He was asking for it. I'm not going to apologize for making ascene either. I know it made you uncomfortable, but I won't have people being disrespectful to you. It doesn't matter where we are. I will always be on your side. Do you understand me, Lizzie? It's you and me baby. Always. Now, come on. Thomas is waiting for us." I slide my hand into hers and lead her to the back entrance of the Cipriano ballroom.
Thomas is waiting for us as we step through the doors. I usher her into the car and climb in after. Thomas takes off down the road, and I pull her onto my lap. She instantly snuggles up to me and rests her head on my chest. I feel a weight lift from me knowing she is safe in my arms. I rub my hand up and down her back and give her a kiss on the top of her head. She relaxes into my body, and I squeeze my arms around her to pull her in closer. I never want to let her go. Now, I don't want to let her out of my sight. I know that's irrational thinking, but I can't stand the thought of something happening to her and my not being there to help. We arrive at my penthouse twenty minutes later. I open the door before Thomas gets to us, and I help Lizzie out.
"Thank you, Thomas, for getting us out of there. Has Lizzie’s bag already been brought up?" I ask.
"Yes, sir, I dropped it off earlier," Thomas replies.
"Sebastian and Miss McKenzie are still in need of your service tonight. But then, I want you to take tomorrow off and spend it with your wife. I can drive us anywhere we need to go. Thank you again." I insist as I lead Lizzie to my private elevator.
The only thing on my mind now is getting this dress off her. I need to be inside her…now. I need to hear her screamingmy name. She is the only thing that can ease this anger and adrenaline currently coursing through my body. I wanted tonight to be special, but it's going to be rough.
Chapter 28
Elizabeth
Miles pulls me into his elevator as the doors close. He turns to look at me with pure lust in his eyes, then growls, "Fuck, I can't wait any longer to taste you." He grabs my waist and slams his lips on mine in a possessive and ravenous kiss. He pulls me tight to his body, and I am overheating from just his touch. Burning from the inside out, it feels like electricity is shooting all through my body. He groans as our tongues tangle together making the kiss sloppy but erotic. Pushing me up against the wall, he cinches my gown up to my waist, and I take the opportunity to jump into his arms, locking my legs around his back. He squeezes my ass in his hands and a soft cry escapes my lips. Feeling his hard cock pressing against my core, I can't help but rock up and down against him. I'm so hot and oblivious to our surroundings by the time the doors open to his penthouse. I didn’t realize he started walking us toward his bedroom, until I notice the light from the elevator sliding closed.
The penthouse is dark. The only light being the illumination from the streetlights below and the full moon streaming through the large bank of windows to the right of us. The murmurs of traffic from a distance are the only noise, other than our mouths on each other. Holding me closer, Miles kicks open his door that was left ajar. His lips leave mine just for them to shift down my neck. He knows my sweet spot and is going right for it. While nibbling my ear, he strokes my wet, needy pussy.
"Miles, I need you so bad. Please," I whine into his ear. As he moves his mouth down my neck, he begins biting, then soothing the sting with his tongue. The pain from the bites melt to pleasure, and I am overtaken with the desire to feelhis naked body against mine. I undo his bowtie and throw it to the floor as we get closer to the California king-sized bed. He sets me down on my heels, holding onto me while my legs steady themselves. My dress falls back down into place, with noticeable creases, where he was holding it so tightly in his hands. His beautiful eyes bore into mine, and I can see hints of their blue hue from the moonlight.
"I need you out of this dress. Now!" He turns me around quickly, with one hand remaining on my waist for support. I hear him curse under his breath when he realizes the dress has about a million buttons to undo. I smile to myself, when I remember Sarah cursing about getting me into the damn dress in the first place.
"Why the hell did I buy a dress with this many buttons?Fuck that." I gasp as I feel his hands shredding the dress, until it's a pool of silk and lace on the floor. I'm left in a silver silk thong and matching strapless bra. I feel him drop to his knees behind me, and he begins caressing my ass in his hands, then licks and kisses down my spine.
"Miles!” I exclaim. “I literally had that dress for less than a day," I cry out. Not particularly caring about the discarded clothing but needing to say something to keep myself in this moment. Instead, I begin floating away on a cloud of pleasure.
"I'll buy you ten more," he vows between kisses. "I don't give a fuck. I needed you out of it. That was my solution," he utters, with a husky growl in his voice. He drags his hand down the strip of material between my ass cheeks, finding my wet slit. His fingers press against the sticky fabric between my legs, and I gasp. As he pushes it aside and slides a finger inside me, I press back against him, wanting him deeper.
"Damn, baby, you are so wet. Did I do this to you?" I nod my head, unable to form the words I need to answer.
"Answer me, Lizzie. Who makes this pussy so wet?" he grinds out, then sliding another finger through my folds. He presses his thumb on my clit and the sensations of it all make my legs weak, but he wraps his other arm around my waist. He holds my body against him, while he sucks and bites my ass cheeks. He begins to remove his fingers because I haven’t answered him.
"You, Miles. Only you" I yell as he slams three fingers into my tight pussy. The burn of the stretch has me in a daze and feeling my climax building. He bends me over the bed, shoving my ass in the air. I cling to the thick white comforter, as he presses in a fourth finger. Tears threaten to spill from the intense pleasure. I know my makeup is smearing all over his bed, but I’m beyond being able to care.
"Good girl," he praises, making me clench down on his fingers. The fucking praise I get from this man makes me want to do anything he tells me. He continues pushing his fingers into me rhythmically, as his thumb circles my clit with more pressure. Heat is coursing through my blood from his ministrations, and I come undone when his tongue slides between my cheeks. It runs up to my virgin rosebud, thrusting inside. I scream out his name as my orgasm ricochets through my body, hitting every nerve ending in its wake. He continues working me through my climax, until I feel like a quivering mess.
"Lizzie, you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. When you come undone on my hand, it’s a beautiful sight. Fuck, how did I get so lucky? I want to tie you to my bed, so you can never leave." I shiver, as he slides his fingers out of my pussy, and I instantly miss the feel of him inside me. “Mmm, baby, you taste so sweet. Like a ripe piece of fruit,” he rasps, as he sucks his fingers clean. The erotic sound of the slurping makes me gush even more. I feel it drip down my thigh. He must see it because he chuckles. “You like me talking dirty to you. Don’t you?” He slaps my ass hard, and the pain sparks something deep inside me. “You like that, don’t you, Lizzie? You like being my little slut?” He slaps the other cheek, then soothes it with his tongue.
“Yes. It’s so good. I want to be your good girl,” I assure him.
“I know you do, baby. You want me to be in control? You trust me to give you what you need?” he questions, kissing my burning ass, where he spanked me two more times.
“I trust you, Miles,” I whimper. He keeps me bent over the bed, as he lifts one ankle and takes my high heel off, then throws it somewhere behind us. He does the same with theother shoe and wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me up from the bed then turning me around to face him. I find him on his knees in front of me, seeing him like this ready to worship my body, makes my heart beat wildly in my chest.
Sliding his hands over my waist, he leans in to kiss both of my hip bones. “This needs to go.” He gestures to my thong. Grabbing it, he shreds it from my body, adding it to the ruined pile of silk. “Miles!” I gasp.
“What? I thought you trusted me. I needed it off.” He smirks, like he didn’t just shred thousands of dollars from my body. I roll my eyes at him, which I realize is a mistake the moment I do it. “Did you just roll your eyes at me? I guess your ass isn’t sore enough then.” He’s off the floor in an instant and turning me around. He spanks both cheeks in rapid succession, with more force than last time. A sob escapes my lips, as a few tears run down my face. The sting is both painful and pleasurable. I never knew I was into that, but I guess I am. He knows more about me than I do, apparently. “Now, how is this perfect ass feeling?”
