One of his fingers brushes over my clit, teasing the area but not fully giving me what I want.
“Yes or no, Daydream,” he presses, runningthe pad of his finger over my sensitive nub again. “We going full opening yourself up to me, or are you doing yourself a disservice? Maybe you never thought of old me after all?—”
“Yes,” I impart, the fact that we’re in Prague, away from everyone watching me sin with this man, coming to the forefront of my brain.
Bronte seems pleased, a slow smirk lining the corners of his lips, but he doesn’t say another word.
Instead, he hands me over the generous need to rub on my clit while his cock stretches and fills me up.
Bronte doesn’t stop his quickened pace, maybe because he thinks I might abruptly change my mind.
I’m not that strong.
Not when the first time we met sits front and center in my brain. All the Christmas sex sessions we had where it felt like a gift because Bobby was attentive normally, but nothing like what came around the holidays or our birthdays. It’s like he was a different man—hewasa different man, but not once when I’d mention how good it was did Bobby ever question it.
I don’t understand.
Did he not ever pay that much attention to me? Was this Jolene chick always at the forefront of his mind, and he couldn’t remember who he fucked and how?
He cheated on me.
God knows how many times over the course of two years.
“He’s a grown man, Meirna,” Bobby argues. “And he’s coming back for the family fortune, and I don’t know what his intentions are.”
“You said you didn’t share.”
“Yeah, I did,” Bobby says. “And I don’t. And I’m not going to. That first day we met, it changed everything. That kiss…I couldn’t resist myself because I knew you were it for me.”
He doesn’t remember because he wasn’t there. Bobby couldn’t keep his stories straight.
And it wasn’t just Jolene but several others.
“You’re too good for him,” Bronte grunts, thrusting deep into me before stopping. “Tell me you know that, Daydream.”
I don’t.
Because why would he waste his time—because he needed money.
He used me.
I was his free pass.
His bank account.
His way of getting out of the mob, potentially.
“Look at me.” Blinking a few times, that’s when I realize tears were welling up there because one hits my cheek. “You’re too good for anybody. But you’re going to come on my cock…and you’re going to scream for me. And then, we’re going to go get some fresh air and roam the streets of Prague so we can decide what you want to do tomorrow, okay?” I barely give him a nod, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to make me feel better. “We’re in Prague, Daydream. Don’t let me or him ruin it for you.”
I bob my head some more and mumble, “Fine.”
“That’s a good girl.” He runs his fingers up my clit again in one swipe, then allows them to disappear completely. “You run this shit, Meirna. No one else. You decide who to give your heart to. And that’s all I want.”
Where would we have ended up if we met…again?
Would we be exactly where we are now? Would I like him?
I know nothing about him, but he’s already given me strength and power. That, regardless of what he’s done, I can allegedly get out.
