Her eyes plead with me in a way I’ve never seen before. Not from anyone I’ve ever fucked or dealt with. I don’t know what to do with it, so I figure I can give her what she’s asking for. It’s not like I won’t get something out of it, too, and believe me, my balls are screaming for a release. Just knowing her tight heat for a minute isn’t enough, I have to sully this sweet beauty until I’ve ruined her toward every other cock out there.
My cock finds home again as I settle between her legs. Her face relaxes as I urge her legs around my waist. I’m sure I know what’s going on here, but I don’t acknowledge it. I don’t want to admit why she’s so fucking tight because it would mean I’vefucked up in a way I never have before. I don’t want to stop, so I push it to the back of my mind.
I lean over her, taking her lips in a slow kiss. I slip inside her once again and patiently feed her my cock until my hips press against hers. She lets out a small squeak, and I kiss her harder. I give her a minute before I pull out and thrust back in again.
Her hands thread through my hair, nearly knocking my mask off. She doesn’t let up, twisting the strands between her fingers as she lets out a moan. She’s getting slicker and I start fucking her harder.
“Feel good?” I ask her as the sound of our skin slapping together echoes around us.
“Yeah,” she says.
Heat blooms in my chest. It’s a warmth I’ve never felt before. It’s strange, but I keep fucking her. My balls draw up. I’m so fucking close. She’s so tight around me that I can’t fucking think. I bury my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of wild roses in hopes it will ground me.
I come with a growl, momentarily paralyzed as the sparks of ecstasy shoot up my spine. I’m locked buried so deep inside her and I never want to come out. As my lips brush her shoulder, I imagine clamping down in her skin and sucking my mark into her.
The insane thoughts are fleeting, thank fuck.
I pull out and stand tall. My hands make quick work of pulling off the condom and tying it off.
“Thanks,” I say as I shove the condom in my pocket and spin around. I’m doing up my pants right before I reach the door.
Damn, there’s a strange feeling holding me back for a second. I really need to get the fuck out of here. I shake my head and open the door.
Don’t look back.
But even as I think this, I can’t stop myself from turning my head and taking one last look at her over my shoulder.
Her dark eyes burn into me as she watches me. She doesn’t make a move or say anything, so I shrug and carry on my way, pulling the door shut behind me.
I make my way back to the ballroom with ease.
I’m at the base of the stairs to the main ballroom floor when the prick Aubert catches me.
“Ah, Mr. Falco.” His smile is tight. “I was wondering where you went off to.”
My smile is tight.
“Making my way around the party. I knew I’d have to see you eventually,” I say.
His gaze flicks over my shoulder. I don’t bother turning around, figuring if she’s behind me, then she’s behind me. I’m done with her, so it doesn’t matter either way, and if he finds out I defiled that sweet little doe in one of his many bedrooms, then fine. I slip my hand into my jacket, fingering the silky panties I have stuffed there and trying not to smile because he has no idea what I’m doing. When I pull my hand free, the flat metal case that holds my cigarettes is pinched between to fingers.
“There’s no smoking in here,” he snaps as I flip it open and pull out a smoke. Just the reaction I was hoping for.
“Right.” I snap the case closed before pointing in the direction of the back terrace with the cigarette. “I’ll just step outside.”
I walk off before he can say another word, smirking to myself at how well I played him. I don’t bother looking for Torrin, and a moment later, he’s right there at my side as I slip out the door. I keep walking, lighting the cigarette and drawing in a thick lungful of smoke.
“Done?” Torrin asks.
“Done,” I confirm with a nod.
We walk around the house, and I’m in such a good mood I almost want to whistle.
I wasn’t able to prove he had anything to do with poisoning Sonny tonight, but the pleasure of getting under Aubert’s skin is enough. I see his lap-dog situation hasn’t changed, ever the same people. If anything, they’re closing in tighter, which makes me think they’re all up to something.
Hey, I’m still alive and kicking, so they haven’t won yet. And I’ll keep watching them until I take my last breath… or they do, whichever comes first.
I leave knowing I showed my face just enough to rattle anyone around.
