My head twists side to side as I catch my breath, my chest burning after the best workout I’ve had in a very long time. I feel like I’ve just finished a marathon.
He trails his fingers through the cum and saliva that coat my face. ‘You’re one in a fucking million.’
‘Does that mean I can come?’ There’s no hiding how horny I am. I’m not above begging.
He reaches between my thighs and thrusts two fingers into my panties, finding me more than ready for him.
‘Not a chance. I meant what I said. I want you to sit all day thinking about this, and by the time I get you upstairs, you’ll be so wound up that you’ll be desperate.’
Every twist of his fingers has me seeing stars. Enough to have me rolling my hips, but not enough to finish me off.
When he pulls his fingers out of me, I could cry. Finally, he releases his grip on my wrists and pulls me to my feet, turning us to face the mirror.
‘Look at you. Such a perfect mess. I’m going to spend all day thinking about how you look right at this moment, so that I’m just as feral as you by the time this fucking wedding is done.’
I barely recognise the woman in the mirror. All puffy lips and messy-haired, cum staining my face.
It’s just what I’ve always imagined Roman would leave me looking like.
Less the mind-blowing orgasm.
TWENTY-EIGHT
ROMAN
By the time evening arrives,Maggie and I are both chomping at the bit.
What’s an acceptable time to duck out of your pretend girlfriend’s father’s wedding?
Probably not eight o’clock.
Candlelight pools on crisp tablecloths, dancing over the elaborate floral centrepieces. Half of the many tables have been pushed to the edge of the room to open up a space to dance, and I watch as kilted men spin women under their arms in a wild array of movement.
The room smells incredible despite the rather sweaty dance floor full of ceilidhing guests. Probably from the eye-watering amount of flowers that decorate the room. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many slain plants in one place.
The Hamilton wealth and success are on full display.
Guests drift through the available rooms in prettysilk dresses and tailored evening wear, clinking glasses and sharing conversation. Beauty fills every inch of the place, from decor and fashion to perfectly styled people and the warm backdrop of the Hamilton home.
You’d never guess it was all built with a river of blood flowing below the surface.
Maggie sits beside me, fidgeting with barely concealed need. I run my fingers down her spine until I feel her shiver.
Keeping her right where I want her.
I hadn’t expected her to get on her knees earlier, and I certainly hadn’t expected to let myself go quite so far with her. She’d dragged out a feral side I liked to keep hidden, and instead of running, she’d goaded me further.
Just another way that my kidnapper has blown my mind.
Is there no end to her surprises?
Despite our growing closeness, a dark cloud has shadowed us all day.
Eddie.
Flashing his pearly white grin at me whenever I look his way. Chumming up with Evan and making it evident how comfortable he is in Maggie’s world.
When the fiddles calm, a crooner takes to the makeshift stage and calls Evan and Priscilla up to the floor.
