“I was wrong. I didn’t believe it was possible to feel this way about someone, to be consumed by them the way I am consumed by you.” He touches my cheek. “You will be my everything,bella. My mistress, my wife, my whore, and my princess.”
My insides go all melty and I turn like a flower towards the sun, lifting my mouth to his.
Eli kisses me hard, his lips firm and insistent, and then he urges me to my feet. “Move everything from the dining table to the floor.”
“The floor?”
“Don’t question me. Just do it.”
I bend to pick up the espresso glasses, my hands shaking with anticipation. Once the table is cleared, I look to Eli. He’s rolling up his shirt sleeves to reveal his muscular forearms. The sight of them almost makes me swoon.
“Good girl,” he says, fixing his right sleeve. “I understand you don’t know if you have romantic desires for me yet. That’s fine. I understand this is all new to you. That you’re still learning what you truly desire. I intend to make it easy for you. Lie on the table and lift your dress to your waist.”
I look at the staircase. I can hear people below, waiters and chefs shouting orders.
“No one is coming,” Eli says. “And even if they do, that’s not your concern. Your concern is pleasing me. Lie on the table.”
My heart pounding, I grip the wood and slide myself backward. Eli lays a hand on my thigh. “Good girl. Now pull up your dress.”
The thin material makes underwear impossible, but I’m sure Eli already knows that. I drag the dress up my legs, the air cool against my flushed skin.
Eli leans forward in his chair. “You’re already wet. Your pussy is glistening for me.”
He strokes my calf, sending heat snaking between my legs. He isn’t going to lick me. A man like Elliot Morelli wouldn’t do that, surely… I watch as he picks up his brandy. “Hold still.”
I obey as he hovers the glass over me. “I want to drink from your cunt,bella. Are you going to let me?”
“I… Yes?”
A few droplets fall onto my aching lips, and I gasp as the liquid trickles into my pussy.
“Does that feel good?”
I nod. It’s a strange sensation, hot and cold at once, but it doesn’t hurt. In fact, it feels amazing, tingling and burning like the start of an orgasm. Is being with men always like this? None of my friends said so, but none of my friends have dated men like the ones at Velvet House.
“Bella,” Eli runs a finger up my inner thigh. “You’re close already, aren’t you?”
I am, I’m swollen and the alcohol has only heightened my desire. Eli pulls away and just not having him touching me, even for a few seconds, is painful.
“I don’t know what’s happened to me,” I pant. “Ever since I got away from Mr. P—fromhim… I’m so turned on all the time.”
Eli flashes me a smile. “Of course you are, sweet girl. When there’s death, we look for ways to feel alive.”
He licks a fingertip and strokes it through me, slowly, tauntingly. My inner muscles clench. I’ve thought about sex for years, but I’ve never wanted it as much as I do right now. Eli’s finger toys with my entrance, dipping in and out of me.
“Beg me to lick you.”
The sentence is so unexpected I almost bolt upright. I was shocked when Adriano went down on me, but I couldn’t imagine Eli doing it. He always seemed too… fancy. Too elegant. “I… What?”
Eli removes his finger and I whine.
“Greedy girl,” he says in his velvet voice. “You might be my princess, Miss Whitehall, but you’ll still serve me.” He touches me again, in that wet aching place. “Beg me to make you come with my tongue.”
“Please, Mr. Morelli?”
He slides his hands under my hips, bringing his angular face towards the cradle of my thighs. “Please, what?”
“Please, um…” I feel his breath on me, the heat of it tickling in ways that make my eyes roll back. “Please just…”
