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“Yes.”
“That doesn’t sound very confident. You’re not thinking about running, are you? Because it would be a shame if I had to hunt you down.” At that comment, her big blue eyes widen. “But I would, you know. If you run, I will find you, drag you back here, and spank your gorgeous ass until you can’t bear to sit down.”
The blush spreading across her cheeks and even her button nose instantly makes my dick hard. God, I love how easy it is to get a reaction from the little virgin.
And fuck, I can’t wait to spend the next few weeks teaching her every sexual position under the sun. Knowing I’ll be her first everything turns me on like nothing else. She’ll be mine. Only mine. For the rest of her life.
Unless…unless that’s changed in the past three weeks. If Sophie got a wild hair up her ass about sowing oats or some shit before tying the knot, I will lose my goddamn mind.
Slipping my arm around her waist, I lean in close so the front of our bodies brush against each other. I’m big enough to block her from anyone’s view as my palm slides down her bare back, lower so I can cup her sweet ass. Her gasp of surprise, a reminder of her innocence, has me barely holding in a groan. My fingertips slip lower until I find the skin along the back of her smooth thigh.
“You are still keeping your legs closed for me, aren’t you Sophie?” I ask with my lips hovering over her ear. We’re close enough that I inhale her lavender and rose scent, searching for any hint that a man’s been rubbing against her recently. There’s no aftershave smell or masculine bodywash, just her sweet smelling bodywash or shampoo. “Sophie?” I ask when she doesn’t answer me.
I don’t even realize how tense I am waiting for her response until she nods, and I finally am able to exhale.
“Good girl.”
Unwilling to stop touching her just yet, I sweep my fingertips up along the curve of her ass cheek. It’s noticeably bare because she must be wearing a thong. I’m so jealous of the material that I can’t help but use my middle finger to seek out that thin strip of fabric…
“Lochlan!” Sophie exclaims and jerks toward me. Her palms press against my chest when I continue to rub along that string wedged in the crack of her ass. Huh, even though I make her nervous, she still came toward me rather than jerking away, out of my reach. She wants my hands on her ass, even if she’s scared of me. And that is hot as hell.
“I can’t wait to devour every inch of you tomorrow night,” I tell her. Then I pull the string back and let it go, popping her flesh, making her squeak. “Especially this ass.”
“Almost time to eat,” Dante says from behind us by way of greeting.
“Damn right it is,” I agree when I reluctantly remove my hand from underneath his daughter’s dress, at least until I get her to her seat at the table.
Sophie
Lochlan’s words repeat in my head during dinner while everyone makes polite conversation. I don’t say much. I’m too busy replaying his greeting, remembering how it felt when he was touching the string of my panties, and trying to ignore his tattooed left hand that’s constantly rubbing my thigh underneath the tablecloth.
As expected, he’s adamant that I keep my legs closed for anyone but him. And while I told myself that I wouldn’t obey him, it’s not as easy to refuse him as I thought it would be. Not when he’s so intimidatingly close, touching me, stealing my breath and my defiance.
At this rate, he’ll have me begging so fast it won’t even be a challenge. He’ll take my virginity, then get bored and move on to someone else once I’m no longer a timid innocent girl for him to torment.
Like tonight, he relentlessly teases me for the next forty-five minutes of dinner, making me think his fingers are going to move higher up my thigh. The entire meal, he eats with his right hand while making chitchat with everyone around us, while his left hand softly strokes my skin. Never moving an inch higher, only remaining in that same spot, his thumb constantly rubbing circles.
The room grows warmer with each passing second until I’m certain I’m going to combust from overheating. I’m burning up and all my muscles are all tense from waiting, wanting him to touch me again like he did with his knife. For the first time in my life, I can feel my pulse throbbing between my tightly clenched thighs.
I should stop him, stand up and leave the table or push his hand away. Especially with my dad sitting near Lochlan at the head of the table. But I desperately want Lochlan’s hand to move higher because it’s wrong. The anticipation of if or when may kill me. When his fingers snuck up the back of my dress and rubbed my thong earlier in front of the entire room, I thought I was going to melt into a puddle of mortification. My panties got so wet I was afraid he would feel the moisture seeping from them. Now, I’m past caring, I just want him to touch me. The plan of mine to refuse him, to be a challenge for the mob boss, seems incredibly ridiculous now. His harsh grip on my leg is too possessive, too threatening to even try to defy.
By the time dessert comes, my hand is trembling as I lift the first spoonful of bourbon glazed cheesecake to my mouth. Right when the delicious dessert hits my tongue, it happens.
“Mmm!” My moan is thankfully muffled around the cheesecake when Lochlan’s fingertips graze the crotch of my panties. His touch is even more intense than the brief poke of his knife.
And thanks to my outburst, our family members all sitting at the long table stop talking to turn to look at me. My face is on fire. My makeup is going to start dripping down my face any second.
Does Lochlan move his fingers even when all eyes are on me? Yes, but he doesn’t remove them from under my dress. No, he rubs me through my panties with three digits, up and down, up, and down, causing happy little tingles to spread through my limbs. Is that my clitoris he’s touching?
“The cheesecake is amazing, isn’t it? Great choice, Sophie,” Vanessa says to break the silence and I nod my head.
“It looks delicious,” my father agrees just before Lochlan’s fingers press against my panties harder, causing me to gasp at the rush of liquid heat filling them once more.
“I know I can’t get enough,” the bastard says to my father as he casually eats with his right hand while his left is still up my skirt. If anything, the embarrassing dampness he has to feel by now has him rubbing me faster, harder. “I could eat this all night.”
His words barely register in my ears. There’s an unfamiliar, growing ache in my lower belly. Not a bad ache, but a good ache, like when I think about dangling over a ledge. My fingernails dig into the tablecloth while my right hand somehow continues to clutch my spoon. I’m unable to move, my thigh muscles squeezing together so tightly around Lochlan’s hand that they’re shaking. God, I can barely even breathe normally. I’m basically panting at this fancy table surrounded by people. I turn my head, my eyes locking with Lochlan’s. His half-grin is smug, his green eyes dancing as if he’s enjoying my discomfort.
I think…I think I’m enjoying it too. In fact, it feels good. Really good, embarrassing as it is to have him touch me down there in front of my father during a meal.
