“No, I do though,” I stammered. “I don’t want you to think I’m some weirdo.”
Laughter escaped him at my comment before a twinkling glint in his eye portrayed something else. Something that made my core clench with anticipation of what he was going to do.
“I told you before, Becca, I’m not like the guys you know. I’m far more… dangerous.”
“I don’t care.” The breathless remark escaped me almost instantly before I had even thought about what I was going to say. “I mean-“
“Stop, I like your first response better,” he grinned. “You express yourself better under pressure.”
“I don’t even know what to say to that-” I admitted.
“Then tell me this,” he replied, stepping closer towards me. “What is it you desire?”
I didn’t need to think about that question to answer it, but as much as I wanted to blurt it out, I hesitated, staring deep into his eyes. He was only within arm’s reach of me, and if I went down this road with him, there was no telling what would happen.
“To feel pleasure like no one has ever made me feel before.”
The corner of his lip twitched at the sound of my response, and I knew right away what I said affected him. Bringing myself to my knees, I shifted towards him.
Even on my knees on the bed, he still towered over me. “Is that something you can do?”
Taunting men wasn’t something I was used to doing, but there was something about him that brought out the devil in me. Something about him made me want to do terrible things.
“I could do very terrible things to you, Becca,” he whispered before his lips captured mine, taking my breath away.
The kiss wasn’t slow and passionate like I expected it to be. Instead, it was heated and hungry, as if kissing me was the only thing that would satisfy him.
“Don’t stop…” I gasped as he pulled away, looking at me with nothing but amusement.
“That isn’t how this works, sweet Becca.”
His words confused me, but as quick as they came, his hand fisted my hair as he pulled me tight against him and pulled my head back so my eyes were locked with his.
“Do you want to know how this works?” he whispered.
Biting my bottom lip, I gasped, feeling his fingers slide down between my thighs, into my panties, to my soaking wet core that craved his attention. Slowly but surely he ran his fingers across my slit, teasing my sensitive numb before diving deep inside me and then retreating.
“You didn’t answer me,” he muttered through clenched teeth.
“Yes!” I gasped in response to his tug on my hair. “I want to know.”
Seemingly satisfied with my response, he smiled, “I won’t f*ck you until you beg me too. And even then, you have to be a very very good girl, Becca. Can you be a good girl?”
“Yes-” I whined.
“Yes, what?” he asked, causing my mind to swirl with the realization of the shit he was into.
“Yes, sir. I can be a good girl.”
Without warning, he released me and bent down, picking up his glass that had fallen sometime within the commotion of things. “Good. Get some sleep.”
Shock filled me. He was ending things like this.
I wanted more, and as I saw him turn and walk towards my door, I couldn’t help but feel angry and empty. “That’s it?”
Stopping mid-step, he turned, looking at me over his shoulder as he chuckled, “For now.”
My mouth hung open at his response, watching as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean with a smile before walking out of my bedroom, closing the door behind him. He turned me on, kissed me, and left me wanting more.
Tally’s father was more than I expected him to be.
He was a sadistic dom with a hunger for everything dark and dangerous. His desire to make me his good girl was clear tonight when he had me respond, yet he didn’t realize one thing-I loved a challenge.
Game on, motherf*cker. I can be a devil too.
Waking the next morning, I tried to come to terms with what had happened. James had kissed me and played dominating daddy in my room last night. The lingering feeling of his lips on mine had my mind reeling since the moment my eyes had opened.
How could he do that and just walk away?
I wasn’t the kind of girl to act the way I did, and yet, he brought out a side of me that didn’t want to be tamed. The situation was more than frustrating, and to top it off, Tally had messaged me to let me know she had not come home.
It seemed she had decided to go with Catherine down to the beach to stay at her condo and wouldn’t be back until later tonight.
Rolling from the bed, I groaned in frustration and made my way from my room. My eyes landed on James’ door as a sinister idea crossed my mind. He wanted me to be a good girl, but perhaps I wouldn’t.
With his bedroom door partially closed, but not completely latched, I pushed it open. I saw his sleeping form on the bed. Naked just as the day he was born, and starfished for complete access. If he wanted to have fun with me, then that is what would happen.
Quietly, I moved towards him. My feet avoided causing any unnecessary noise as I approached his bed. His long thick cock was erect from morning wood and ready for my taking.
Licking my lips, I slowly bent forward, taking his length into my mouth. His face contorted with pleasure as he slowly stirred. My pace increased as his eyes opened, taking in the sight before him.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.