Page 25 of Isle of Seduction
I know she said it in the heat of the moment, but it matters to her, and I’d be damned if I don’t get her exactly what she wants. That reminds me that I haven’t heard from her father, which infuriates me on her behalf. To think she isn’t important enough for him to claim her out of my hands is a slight, and I immediately dislike the prick.
Her attention is stolen away again and I’m dying to have it back on me. I place my hand on her thigh where the dress parts for my fingers like it’s always meant to. She tenses and when I don’t make a move, she relaxes again.
I draw lazy circles, creating a path of gooseflesh across her milky thigh. The way she fidgets and shifts on her seat, then presses her thighs together is dizzying. My pinky finger moves up until my whole hand drags to the inner part, so close to her heat. She presses her legs together, trapping my hand in between her legs.
I lean over to whisper in her ear. “You realise that’s exactly where I want to be, right?”
She immediately relaxes and excuses herself. I wait only a minute before I follow her and push the door of the bathroom open with force before locking it behind me.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
I march to her and, as always, she stays rooted in place and continues applying lipstick to her pretty mouth, the fire of defiance illuminating her face with fierce grace.
“Avoiding me won’t get you anywhere, guerrieritta.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Capaldi. I don’t cower to anyone.”
“Don’t I know it. I love that about you.”
I cage her in with my arms on each side of her body and lean against her back. My knuckles whiten with the restraint not to touch her. She whirls around to face me. “Stop it. You know the rules.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the rules.”
The sharp inhale of breath she takes gives me life, shredding my self-control to ribbons. Heat coiling up my spine, eyes narrowing until all I can see is her in that velvet dress that can’t be softer than her skin.
“You keep giving me the fuck-me-eyes all night and expect me to believe you don’t want whatever’s brewing between us? Tell me, guerrieritta, do you think of me as much as I think of you?”
“I’m just pretending.”
I glide my hands at her hips, bunching the fabric of her dress up until one of my hands can slither in between her thighs. When she doesn’t make a move to stop me, her breaths choppy and shallow, I continue.
Just like I suspected, her thong is drenched with arousal. I gently move my fingers back and forth, rubbing the silk on her pussy and watching as her chest heaves and her pupils dilate to a full-blown black that I want to drown into.
“Will you pretend when you come all over my fingers?”
“That’s not going to happen.” She can barely get the words out.
“Is that a challenge, sweetheart?”
The smell of vanilla invades my senses when I bend to nip at her earlobe and I release a deep groan when I move the fabric to the side and feel how wet she is with the pad of my fingers. One of the hands that was supporting her against the counter comes to tangle in my hair. Her fingers are rough as she pulls at the roots, making me moan on her neck. I bite it and lick the sting away while she whimpers under my tongue.
“You’re pretending so well, sweetheart.”
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
“I don’t give a fuck as long as you watch your husband making you come on his hand.”
Her eyes are blown wide, and she cries out when I insert two digits into her tight pussy, the sound making me harder. Both her hands cling to me as her orgasm crests up, her little pants of breath feeding my hunger for her. She watches me with riveted attention, eyes on my lips and licking hers before our eyes clash again.
“Beg me to kiss you, sweetheart.”
“Never.”
I pump my fingers into her faster, intent on making her mindless with pleasure and submit to me, but my little wife is a fighter. I watch her as her lips part and she lets out moan after moan while her pussy chokes my fingers with the force of her orgasm.
She doesn’t let go of me straight away. I remove my fingers from her and lick them clean one by one, taking my time to note the lust in her eyes. Her sweet taste bursts on my tongue and I’m truly fucked because nothing will ever compare.
“You’ve become my favourite meal, sweetheart,” I whisper before kissing her cheek.