I can’t have that. Palming his cheek, I bring his gaze back up. “It was his right to seek revenge. He was an evil man, but so was my father. You’re nothing like him.”
“No, I’m a hundred times worse when it comes to you.”
I nod, accepting him wholeheartedly. I kiss his lips, and he drags in a lungful of air as if I gave him absolution. I feel lighter too. The constant guilt eased.
Right in time for the first course to arrive.
As we dig into the delicious meal, I feel playful, so I lift my leg and place the foot of my sandal at his groin.
He groans over a spoonful of soup, drawing a giggle from my throat.
“Dahlia, baby girl, I’m trying here.”
I tilt my head, watching my manicure innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The mischievous smirk he gives me drips with sexual depravity.
While he clasps his hand around my ankle, trailing his fingers up and down my calf, I pat the corners of my mouth with the napkin, asking, “How would you like to go at the end of a long and fulfilled life?”
“Buried in you,” he says without even pulling a grimace.
I throw my head back and laugh, long enough that my stomach aches and my eyes are wet with tears.
“Hmm, do you think you could still get it up? I mean, we women can all our lives, but you men…” I don’t know why I always like to poke the beast. It’s like I am addicted to the rush of adrenaline kicking in, making me feel bold, adventurous—alive.
He cocks his head, rubbing his thumb along his lower lip. Should the gesture be this sexual? At this point, I think his breathing is hot.
“You’ll tell me after a lifetime of taking my cock in your holes.”
I swallow hard. “All two?”
“All three,” he says matter-of-factly.
Never breaking eye contact, he places my foot down, leaving me in a state of horniness and thinking about the other hole he hasn’t claimed. The heated gaze he sends my way reveals it will happen, and soon.
Right then, the maître d’ brings the second course, dousing the fire dancing between us.
“Just a heads up. Eat it all like a good girl because once we’re back in the hotel, the only thing that will get in your mouth is my cum.”
I think I came a bit in my thong, and I squirm in my seat. “You’re so cruel.”
He smirks. “You have seen nothing yet, baby girl.”
“Have you ever been in love?” I blurt out, needing to change the topic and fast before I combust, realizing what I asked too late. Ugh, I could slap myself. It’s selfish of me, but I am convinced no one could love him like I do.
“I don’t want to know,” I rush to add, looking out the window, watching the artificial golden hue spread over the city.
“You want to know. And you want the answer to be no. Because you’re a greedy girl who wants my all.”
I shrug, not bothering to deny it.
“Look at me.” The edge threading his unyielding tone demands my compliance.
Bracing myself, I slowly turn my head to him.
The intensity in his eyes undoes me. “The answer is fucking no. You have it all. Always have. Always will.”
This is no less than a declaration of love, and my mood instantly brightens.
