For Rithvik, not me.
“One wrong move and he could’ve seen you.”
“He didn’t see anything,” I murmur in a rush, ignoring my throbbing clit while he continues to palm my pussy possessively. Any more seconds and I might just come from this. “I was careful.”
“Soaked pants would’ve been the least of his worries had he caught a glimpse of your sweet pussy.” A fresh stream of arousal spills onto his hand. “Does the thought of me hurting him turn you on?”
“No!”
“You’ve drenched my fingers and I have done nothing but touch you, Ari.” Dipping his middle finger between my folds, he rubs the length of me. With just the tip, he swirls and spreads my wetness all over my mound. “Have you been with another man since me?”
I shake my head.
“Good girl,” he rasps against the side of my head.
His praise lights up my nerve endings, making me bite my lip to stop from thanking him. Like I’m incomplete unless he calls me his good girl.
“Nobody touches your cunt but me. Or you, when I allow it.” Sliding his free hand up to grab my throat, he commands, “Spread your legs.”
I don’t move a muscle. Turning my head to the side, I ask, “Is Samaira going to receive the same apology after you’re done with me and go back to her? You’re touching me while on a date with her. I think she will be very upset.”
“She’ll get over it,” he drawls arrogantly. “And I don’t owe her any apology because I don’t regret coming after you. Even if I did, it wouldn’t be like how I’m about to give it to you. Does that satisfy you?”
Way more than it should.
Loving his openness and the power over him, I shrug noncommittally.
His fingers tighten in a warning as he scolds, “Stop being a brat. It doesn’t suit you. Spread your legs before someone walks by and earns the show of watching you come prettily all overmy hand. We both know an audience won’t stop me from taking what I want.”
There he goes again, making me forget where we are.
He has me shoved against a wall in out in the open hallway.
The reason we haven’t been caught yet is because of the ongoing auction. There will be a break soon, and everyone will be able to roam freely.
“You gonna be a good girl now?”
I’m apparently in the mood of being the opposite because I boast, “Maybe I don’t want your apology.”
He laughs, low and gravelly. “Oh, little minx, you don’t want my apology. You fuckingneedit. Have been craving it the minute you came to the party.”
Pressing one shoe against the inside of my right heel, he forces my thighs apart and savagely thrusts two fingers into my pussy.
My pleasurable whimper is sharp and loud.
My back arches as he slams his digits past the knuckles, filling me completely and ruthlessly. Slowly, like he has all the time in the world, he drags them out and slides them into my spasming walls again.
Head dropping low, I reach behind me to curl one hand around his shoulder. The sight of his hand buried underneath my dress and finger fucking me leisurely drives my lust sky-high.
Bringing my face back to his chest, his soft lips trail along my collarbone. Kissing, sucking, and tasting my skin. “My mouth never touched any part of her, angel. Not here—” A kiss against my pounding pulse. “Or here—” Another kiss where my neck meets my shoulder. Biting me lightly on the middle of the throat, his tongue and lips trail up to my open mouth. “Definitely not here.”
He claims my lips in a toe-curling kiss.
Thrusting his tongue, he parts my mouth wider and tastes me deeper. I moan at the rawness and aggression in his strokes. Tangling my hand in his hair, I kiss him back harder, drunk on his taste.
I forget about every reason why I hate him.
Or how wrong we are for each other.
