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Roughly, I shoved two fingers up inside her. God, she was tight. I fully intended to fuck every hole before she went running back to her father, but she was going to need plenty of preparing if I was going to get my cock inside her.
The scent of her filled my senses—lemon from the shower gel, a lighter, more flowery scent of a body lotion, mint from where she’d brushed her teeth, and a nutty aroma of the conditioner she must have used on her hair. I wanted to consume every inch of her.
Hallie hung around my neck, shoving her tongue inside my mouth and moaning as I fingered her. It interested me how she always acted like she had the moral high ground, and yet a sniff of sex had her groaning and writhing on me like a whore.
I supposed she had been waiting some time. I couldn’t imagine being twenty-one and not having had sex yet. I’d lost my virginity at fifteen to a woman ten years my senior. I suspected my father might have had something to do with that little arrangement. I’d lost count of the number of women I’d had since then, but none had driven me crazy the way Hallie Wynter did. I’d barely given the other women a second thought, where I was almost obsessed with what Hallie was doing or thinking, or who she was with. When I’d found her flirting with that other bloke at the bar, I’d been so furious I could have razed the whole fucking hotel to the ground.
There was a reason I’d come to the bedroom, and I couldn’t let myself be distracted. I let my lips drift from hers, to nip at her jaw and then down her throat.
Taking her by surprise, I removed my fingers from her wet slit, and spun her in my arms, so she was facing the sink and the mirror beyond.
“Bend over,” I instructed.
She blinked at me in the mirror. “What?”
“Pull up your skirt and bend over.”
Her skirt was already half up her arse, the creamy globes of her buttocks peeping from beneath. My cock was so hard now, I was seriously worried I’d end up coming inside my jeans like a horny teenager.
She reached down and lifted the skirt of the dress, so it exposed her completely.
Was it ingrained in her now to always do as I wanted?
“I promised you a present,” I told her. “Something that would go beautifully with that dress.”
Confusion crossed her pretty face. Clearly, this wasn’t going the way she thought it would.
I reached into my pocket and took out the item. Her eyes widened in alarm at the glass plug in my palm, the ending tipped with a multitude of sparkling gems.
“They’re real diamonds,” I told her. “They’ll look perfect against your skin.”
She tried to straighten. “Wait, hang on a minute. What are you going to do with that?”
I kept my other hand on her back, preventing her from moving. “I’m going to cover it with lube and then I’m going to push it up that perfect little arse of yours.”
Her hands went to the hem of her dress, and she yanked it back down. “No fucking way.”
“You want to say no to me? You want this to end, now?”
Her eyes flashed with anger. “Do you? If you don’t want to marry me, just send me home already.”
“And be the one who is responsible for our alliance falling apart? I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
Neither of us wanted to be that person. We were both trapped in a relationship that existed only for our families. The difference between us was that I wanted to enjoy myself with it.
Roughly, I yanked her dress back up, but she reached for it once more.
I captured both her hands in one of mine and yanked her shoulder back. “Is this all too much for you, little girl? I knew you wouldn’t be enough woman to marry a Cornell.”
She struggled in my grip, but I held her firm. My balls tightened, my cock lengthening with arousal. She was caught between me and the sink, her bottom still on display. And now I had her hands pinned behind her back as well. There was a deep dark desire within me to just force her forwards, to use my free hand to release my cock and plunge it into her while she writhed and cried out beneath me, but I was more of a gentleman than that...well, barely.
Instead, I leaned in closer and spoke against the back of her ear.
“What’s it going to be, little girl? Wear this for me tonight, or run home to daddy?”
