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Dirty girl that she was, she writhed on my hand, her hips twitching as she worked herself on my fingers. It was just how I imagined it because, yeah, I’d fantasized about her many times. This put those fantasies to shame. Her tight muscles sucked me in. She was a sensual woman; I’d give her that. The sensation of her walls clamping around my fingers was close to divine.
I moved my mouth to her ear. “You say you hate me, but your tight pussy is greedy for my touch. Tell me you want it, little girl. Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
With a decade between us, it seemed only right to call her “little girl.” For the first time in any of our interactions, I undoubtedly had the upper hand. Finally. Because Clara undermined me every chance she got.
Not now, though. Now I had something she wanted, something only I could give her.
My brow furrowed. She could get it from her idiot of a consilier, Grigore. The thought of that bastard touching her goaded me to start stroking.
Unhinged, I let out a low, deep growl. “You want something, you come to me. Only me. I’m the only man who will ever satisfy you, you hear. You will never go to any man but me.” The vow fell from my lips, unrestrained as I cupped her pussy. “I’ll be the one to take this, to fuck this tight channel, and burst through your cherry. You’ll bleed all over my cock.”
What the fuck?
I didn’t talk like this.
I didn’t act like this with an innocent.
Yet, the words spilled from my mouth like an oath. Like a curse.
I stumbled back, pulling my fingers out of heaven. My cock strained against my tuxedo pants, my nuts feeling like they were about to burst, wanting to spray come all over her face and inside her womb. To mark her. To breed her. To make her forever mine.
What in the ever-loving fuck is happening?
I couldn’t have this woman.
I shouldn’t even want this woman.
She was toxic.
We hated each other.
I scrubbed a hand down my face, scenting her fragrance. Even her pussy smelled fresh. I wanted to thrust my fingers into my mouth and suck until there wasn’t a drop left, until I’d absorbed her juices.
I dragged my hand over my face, tugging at my chin to stop myself.
My lungs heaved.
Face distorted with horror, I rasped, “Fuck, that was a mistake.”
She inhaled sharply. The glaze over her eyes vanished as she recoiled in disgust.
“A-a mistake? The first kiss of my life, and such an incred—” I strained to hear what she was about to say, but she cut herself off, pressing her full lips in a tight line. Shame flushed her supple skin a bright shade of pink right to the tips of her ears.
Covering her chest with her arms, she turned on me with fury in her eyes.
“A mistake, you say?” she spat out, pulling her hand back and letting it fly across my face with a resounding crack that echoed off the walls of the buildings surrounding the terrace.
My head snapped back, skin aflame from the impact of her hand meeting my cheek.
“You arrogant bastard,” she hissed, her eyes twin blazes of midnight blue. The green had vanished.
I rubbed the imprint of her palm on my skin. Damn, she was made of pure fire. A fissure cracked around my chest, vicious, vindictive pride spurting through like lava. She was right to call me a bastard for pilfering her first kiss. Not only that, but she got more than she’d bargained for. I was the first man to fondle her pristine, untried pussy.
I was fucking proud of that, and I realized with a ruthlessness that startled me that if the opportunity ever came again, I’d take it in a heartbeat.
Which is why I was thankful for my insult. A kiss like the one we shared, a break in my control like the one I’d allowed, was dangerous. If anyone happened to come upon us, we’d be at the altar with our wrists bound together and crowns placed on our heads by the end of the week.
She couldn’t want that, could she?
