Fuck, that sounds so perfect. I’d give anything to make that a reality for us, and maybe one day, I can.
“I hate you.”
I’d think she was telling the truth if I didn’t already know she loves me.
The drive took us five hours instead of six, thanks to me pushing past a hundred for most of the trip. We only stopped once for gas, making excellent time.
Currently, my cock is as hard as her head is. She looks so godsdamn good, I can’t help it. My dick has a mind of its own and knows what it loves. Her.
She has her hair in a high ponytail and a dash of makeup: a soft smokey eye and a gloss over her lips.
The reason for the hate comment, well, it’s due to the color of the dress I bought her.
The deep V-cut of the halter plunges between her perfect breasts, the fabric hugging every curve like it was made just for her. It stretches over her form, revealing the soft dips of her hips, where the thin straps of the matching white thong I gave her press lightly into her skin. The dress is short, stopping mid-thigh—just enough that when I lift her leg around my waist, I’ll have no trouble gripping the fullness of her ass beneath the fabric.
I know she hates white, butfuck me,I love seeing her in it. One day, I’ll have her ass in a wedding dress. Off-white or white, I don’t give a shit about her feelings on it, because she’s wearing one.
“No, like, I hate you. What the Beyond, Kai?” she hisses, staring at herself in the full-length mirror in our hotel room.
Moving up behind her, I snake my hands across her back, where the dress is wide open and cuts right where her tail is. I told her she needed to have it tucked for now, but when we got to the climax of our date it had to be free.
Slowly drawing my touch to her hips, I pull her ass against my groin. She sucks in a deep breath, feeling what only the sight of her does to me.
One hand trails up to her shoulder, my head tilting as I lean in and place a kiss over where I sink my fangs in daily. My eyes meet hers in the mirror and hold them. “There is a reason I went with this color.”
Her head leans back against my collarbone, but she keeps our gaze locked. “I hope you can explain that, and why we are in Sidence.”
I grin. “Do you want me to spoil what I have planned, or would you like to be surprised?”
Bringing a hand under her arm to her breast, I snake it beneath the fabric and pinch her already hard nipple. Her body trembles under me while she chews on her bottom lip.
“I hate surprises,” she pants. “We won’t leave this room if you keep this up.”
“Just preparing you is all.” I kiss up to her ear and whisper, “Let me surprise you, little demon. I promise you won’t hate it.”
After findingthe ability to tear myself away from her, she put her shoes on and we made our way down to the lobby. I ordered a taxi ahead of time, which took us the short five-minute drive down the road to a night club called ‘Touch of Peace’.
Paying the driver, I’m out and giving my hand to Xera, who closes the door behind her. When she looks at the building, which is two stories, all white, and looks more like a mansion than a club, she narrows her eyes. Its style is old, southern, with a royal edge. Prior to the war, I would sayit was plucked right from Georgia—I think that’s what the state was called at least, history wasn’t really my greatest subject.
There are lights that burst upward on either side of the entrance, and people are flooding in, all dressed as elegant as we are.
I went simple, but matched my girl in that I, too, wore all white. White pants, belt and shoes, and a tucked in white button up with the sleeves rolled to my elbows.
She’s taking a stride forward, but I grab her waist to keep her still. Her head turns up, waiting for me to speak.
“Tonight is a special night.” I step in front of her, blocking the entrance. “The Hause’s’ are celebrating their fiftieth year of control. Mortars, Ansford, Klaus, and Sidence.”
Each of the Hauses were established for control. Mortars took care of imports, Ansford took care of infrastructures, Klaus maintained security and for the most part are what we call the authorities, a subdivision of the Militia. Then there is Hause Sidence. They are here for Governance.
“Here.” I gesture with a tilt of my head over my shoulder. “It’s where not only high-profile figures, but also their friends and families, have been drinking and being merry for hours.”
The gentle parting of her lips and widening eyes makes mesoneedy for her. It’s beginning to sink in what is happening, and why I’ve brought her here.
“Drinks have been flowing nicely.” One of my hands moves to her cheek, drawing a delicate path down to her shoulder. “Security feed has been cut already, and those that shouldn’t be here when the time comes, will be escorted out.”
Small bumps cross her skin, and as I drag my fingers down her arm, I see her hand moving in and out of a fist.
“But first…” My gaze meets hers, and those bright silvern eyes glow with an intensity I’ve never seen. “I want you to dance with me. Let me feel your body against mine before you turn that white dress, red.”
