He pulls me up against him and rubs his fingers against my clit, flicking them back and forth as he thrusts up into me.
“Come for me, Datura,” he whispers against my neck, flicking his fingers faster and pressing himself deeper. “Scream my name for everyone to hear. Show them who owns this pussy.”
I don’t want to. I don’t want to give him what he wants but I can’t help it. My body reacts to him and the way my nickname rolls off his lips and against my skin sends a spark straight to my core. I shatter against him screaming his name out just like he said I would. I feel him pulse inside me as he follows me over the edge with a growl.
“Fuck, Datura.”
For a second we both stand there breathing hard, staring at each other in the mirror. I feel him soften inside me and he slips himself out before pulling his pants up and tucking himself away. I step over the dress I was supposed to try on, and start putting my clothes back on, suddenly mortified when I realize what I just did in public. When I turn back towards him, he's smirking…again. How dare this bastard do this to me in public. How am I supposed to walk out of this dressing room now? My hand flies up to slap him but he catches it mid air.
“Bastard,”I grit out.
“Careful, Datura. You’ll only make me hard again. Maybe this time I can fuck you with the curtain open.”
I scowl at him before pushing past his large frame and exiting the dressing room. He chuckles behind me as he follows. I’m so embarrassed I can’t even find any satisfaction in how annoyed Sandy looks as I walk past her and out the front doors.
“We’ll take the dress,” Rio says as he follows behind me. “I’ll have one of my men come pick it up.”
I’m in the passenger seat with my arms crossed before he has time to open my door. He gets into the driver’s seat with a huge smile on his face like just hit the lottery.
“Where to next, wife?”
“Take me home,” I say with a scowl.
“Not a chance. I’m suddenly starving, Datura. Let's get food.
“So,” I say, fiddling with the straw wrapper. “Is this your idea of a romantic date?”
He scoffs.
“If I wanted to romance you, I’d do it properly. Do you prefer a fancy restaurant every day? Would that make this more tolerable for the Princess?”
I roll my eyes. He’s back to being a jerk again. I could tell the second his mood changed on the drive. He read some message on his phone and that lazy smile he had dropped immediately.
“I don’t mind this,” I admit, looking out the window. “It’s…normal.”
He’s silent for a moment, then leans forward, elbows on the table. “Do you miss it? Your life before?”
I shrug, not sure how to answer that question.
“Sometimes. But it wasn’t all that great, you know? Just a different kind of prison, I guess.”
He nods, like he understands. I doubt he does though.
“Do you miss yours?” I ask, voice low. I’m not sure if I’m asking about before me or just before in general but he must understand because he chuckles a little.
“Women are easy for me,” he says, making my stomach clench. “But you, Datura…you’re the challenge I never knew I needed. You were unexpected in a life full of expectations. Somehow, I always knew I’d end up exactly where I am right now. Just…didn’t realize how heavy it would feel with someone else next to me.”
I glance up at him, surprised by the honesty. For a second, he looks vulnerable. He almost looks human.
“You’re giving me whiplash,” I say.
He looks up, one eyebrow raised.
“How so?”
I shrug again.
“You’re nice sometimes but then other times…it’s like two different people.”
