Page 68 of Prince of Sin
"What's a goodwill dinner?" I ask.
"It's a chance for all of the families to come together in public. Publicly, it's a social event for a charity. But, when there's so much that goes on in the darkness in this industry, sometimes it's good for the bosses to get together in the light. It's a chance for small grievances to be aired. My father found that it really helped keep the peace over the years."
"So, it's still dirty money?" I ask.
"All money is dirty if you dig deep enough," Teddy says.
"What's this year's fundraiser for?"
"Orphans," he says. "One of the legitimate businesses our family runs loans money out to orphanages throughout New England. This year the proceeds from the dinner will be donated to a few of them."
"Oh," I say, a little bit surprised. "I didn't realize that your family did things like that."
Teddy shrugs. "No one is ever all bad. We all have the capacity for good and evil inside of us. It's just what we choose to act on."
"Maybe," I say, not sure if I agree with his statement.
He turns the car off and I realize that we're sitting in the darkness of the garage.
We sit in silence again, neither of us moving to exit the vehicle. There's an undercurrent of tension between us. It's like both of us want the same thing, but neither of us are able to take the final step to get it.
I move to open the door, but Teddy suddenly puts his hand behind my neck. He's pulling me into him and slamming his lips on mine.
"I'm sorry," he says as he pulls back briefly. "But, I fuckingneedyou."
His lips are back on mine and my head is swimming with the words he just said.
He doesn't justwantme.
Heneedsme.
I try and push him away, but the attempt is feeble and he knows it. I try to say his name, but as I open my mouth, he tangles his tongue with mine. I feel the last of my own willpower give way as I descend into sin with him. The warmth of his body is under my hands and the desire for him that I've resisted for years breaks free.
"Tell me to stop," he says as I watch him spit on his hand. His fingers trail against my thighs before he's pulling my dress up and moving my panties aside. I'm absolutely drenched for him to the point where I'm worried I might slide right off the leather seat of the car.
"Don't," I say to him as his fingers graze my lips.
His movements pause and I feel desperate. "No," I say to him. "Don't stop, I mean. Please," I beg him. "Please keep going.”
"Anything for my Darkness," he says.
I close my eyes and lean back. I feel his fingers against my lips. He's tracing my folds, increasing my desire and it's driving me wild.
I feel a brief second of shame before he plunges his fingers into my body. I push past my self doubt. He works me until I'm nearly mindless with the need to come.
I raise my hips up, trying to get him deeper inside of me. I feel my orgasm approaching and I push back against his hand. He's not touching me where I need it, though. He's teasing me with his fingers, but I want him to stimulate me directly.
"Yes," he gasps as he watches me.
I start to move my hips, rocking them back and forth, matching his movements as he works me closer and closer to a high I haven't experienced in years.
"I want this," I start to say, almost as if I'm reminding myself of this truth.
His thumb starts to circle my clit and I squeeze my eyes further.
"That's it, Darkness," he says. "Ride my hand. Show me what you want."
I thrust back against his hand again and he finally gives me what I need. I cry out in relief as pleasure floods my body. The warmth spreads out from my fingers to my toes. It feels almost too good and the sinful part of me asks how something that feels so good could really be bad.