Insane as it may be, I’m considering saying yes to his wild invitation.
What’s stopping me? What do I have to lose?
My virginity? It’s not like I’m doing anything important with it.
I’m not saving myself for some fairy-tale prince.
Besides, virginity’s just a social construct. Taking Rory up on his offer would give me an actual shot at truly living. Instead of moldering away in my mother’s paint studio while life passes me by like a summer breeze.
For once, I’d be doing somethingIchoose to do instead of doing the things forced on me. Honestly, if I hadn’t slammed into Rory that night, Leo would have caught me, sold me at that damn auction, and I’d probably be in a new cage by now.
At this point, my future remains uncertain. The ability to make this one choice about my own life is an opportunity I may never have again.
I don’t want to think about it, but there’s still a very real possibility Leo will get his hands on me before this is all over. And if something so terrible as that were to happen,guaranteed, I’d never have another volunteer sex opportunity in the whole course of my miserable existence.
Shouldn’t I agree to this, if only for that reason?
Hell, it’s more than my mom got.
And I mean, it’s not like giving my first sexual experience to Rory would be that much of a chore, if I’m being honest with myself…
If Rory were offering himself to me under totally normal, non-fucked-up circumstances, the answer would be,yes, yes, and more yes with a popped cherry on top.
“Kiara?” Rory’s deep, relaxing voice prompts me to remove my hands from my face.
“I accept.” I blurt the words before I lose my courage.
Two tiny words that set the moment on fire. The sexual energy crackling between us cranks up until the air itself feels charged, and the change in Rory is instant.
His pupils dilate, and his entire body quivers with anticipation.
The lust in his expression is raw. Unfiltered. Untamed.
Everything suddenly feels a lot more dangerous…and exciting.
Then, the moment explodes, both of us moving at once. We reach for each other at the same time, my arms flying around hisneck, his thick, strong hands grabbing me around the waist and yanking my rapidly heating body flush against his own.
He growls before melding his eager mouth to mine.
A single kiss becomes two, then three. Each one runs into the next without us stopping for air.
Making out with Rory is better than I remember.
And that’s not good news, because what I remember is the single most sensual experience of my life.
We devour each other with our lips and hands. Rory squeezes my waist, his palms sliding around to my back. One of his hands cuffs my neck, shooting a bolt of pure lust straight to my throbbing pussy.
He releases my neck, and that same hand dives down to my ass, grabbing a palmful. His other hand gathers my hair and uses it like reins to tilt my head up, leaving my neck wide open for his tongue andteeth.
The delicious scrape of his teeth against my tender skin pulls a sound from me that I’ve never heard before. Part gasp, part moan, part whimper. My skin’s burning up, Rory having infected me with his fever.
“Come here.” Rory snarls against my lips before lifting me by my ass. I latch onto him tighter as he swings us back around toward his desk and deposits me on it, somehow pulling me even closer with the big hands curled around my thighs.
He rocks forward, and I rock with him, leaning back as he kisses down my jaw, neck, and into my cleavage.
I suddenly wish I was naked.
Very naked, so Rory could kiss me everywhere without the barrier of clothes.
