It doesn’t matter in this case. No amount of insanely chiseled abs or dimples that make me swoon are worth that. Besides, giving up photojournalism for a man would make me extremely vulnerable.
Vulnerability isn’t something I can afford, not when Stellan is around. One night together shattered my entire world… I hope I never have to be in that position ever again.
Blech!I make a face in the dark, though no one sees it except for my musty-smelling pillow.
No. No fucking way. I would rather die than be that dependent on any man.
I’m Margot fucking Keane, and I make my own way in the world. For better or for worse, I will always be independent. I’ve been at the ass end of society: on welfare, my parents MIA, uncertain where my next meal could come from. I’ve been homeless and I’ve was even in the foster care system for a while.
What I’ve learned in all that time is a fiercely held independence and a kind of stubbornness that can shame the devil. And no matter how hard they try, they can’t take that away from me.
Rolling over, I bury my face into my pillow with a sigh.
Chapter Two
Stellan
She’s so small, her features like that of a doll. Her head doesn’t quite come up to my shoulder. Yet she is so…perfect.
Soft pink hair like so much cotton candy, with dark blue eyes that follow me whenever I move. And her body… as she tugs her black negligee over her head, the sight of her full breasts makes my breath leave my lungs. Her nipples are the most alluring color of blush; they make my mouth water.
God damn, she’s so beautiful.
I reach down and adjust my cock in my boxer briefs. Then I grate out a command. “Take off your panties.”
Margot’s gorgeous lips twitch. She tilts her head. “Why don’t you come over here and do it yourself?”
I smirk and then move onto the bed very, very slowly. “You are defiant.”
The breath leaves her lungs as my arms cage her in. “Until my last breath.”
I consider her for a second. Then I reach up and push her hair away from one side of her neck, the backs of my fingerstouching the slim white column of her throat. “Someone should teach you a lesson, ja?”
She lifts her head, her eyes full of need and want. “I’ve been waiting for a teacher.”
I can feel her racing pulse. I run a single fingertip down her neck, over her collarbone, tracing a line between her bare breasts. She sucks in a breath.
My touch trails down her ribs, across her navel, and ends at the top of her panties. She squeezes her thighs together, biting her lower lip.
I smirk at her. “I’m going to fuck you senseless. If you’re going to tell me to stop, this is your last chance.”
Margot bites her lip, smothering a grin. She shakes her head. “Less talk. More action.”
I smile as I literally rip her panties off of her body. I kiss her on the hip, then on the top of her thigh. She can’t hold back the sultry moan that rises in her throat. My fingers wander up to find her nipple and tweak it hard.
Gasping loudly, she arches into my touch.
“Good girl,” I purr. I splay a big hand underneath her belly button, covering her public mound. Pressing down firmly as I shower little bites and swift nibbles to her thighs, I work my way closer and closer to her shaved pussy.
She watches as I run the tip of one thick finger up the seam of her pussy, just barely touching. A twisted, angry grunt leaves her lips.
“Stellan!” she reprimands.
I look up at her, grinning devilishly. I place the lightest of butterfly kisses over her pussy, making her writhe.
“Stellan, please!” Margot begs.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so,skatter. I’m not going to let you come just yet.”
