“Say it again.”
“Let’s talk somewhere private,shall we?”
“No. Say it again. I want to look at you when you say it.”
She took off the mask she was wearing and didn’t hesitate.
“I love you. I've known it from the moment I first laid eyes on you, and it hasn't changed. I loved you even when I was mean and rude and cruel to you. I will always love you. You belong to me, just as much as I belong to you. I don't want to live this life without you. I can’t.” She blurted it all out like she couldn’t hold it in anymore, and tears came to my eyes. “I’m sorry. I love you. Take me back?”
“Wow. You didn’t need to say it so many times,” I teased. “I mean, once would?—"
“You’re going to pay for that,” she answered before she literally picked me up and threw me over her shoulder, carrying me to the back of the club, where I knew the private rooms were located. She entered a code in the electronic lock, and we walked in.
Next thing I knew, she was putting me down and pushing me against the door before removing my mask.
“I booked us this room,” was the first thing she said, her lips almost on mine.
“That was very presumptuous of you.”
“No. Not at all. Because you’re mine, Pearl. I thought letting you go would give you the life you deserved. You had to go through everything a second time just because of my father. Because ofme. But I?—”
Instinctively, my hand cupped her face.
“I would do it again,” I said as I cut her off. “I would do it all again for you. In a heartbeat.”
“My beautiful, perfect Pearl,” she whispered, her eyes falling to my lips. “You don’t realize just how much you mean to me. You’re everything. Without you, nothing is worth it.”
I couldn't take it anymore. I wrapped my arms around her and forced my lips to hers, just as she hoisted me up, taking us to the bed.
I couldn't get close to her fast enough. I needed to feel her against me.
Emerson lowered us down onto the bed, her hands exploring my body. Pulling the bodice of my dress down, she peppered hot kisses from my neck to my nipple before pulling it into her mouth.
My fingers tangled in her hair, and my whole body arched into her.
“Please, Emerson,” I panted, unable to take it any longer.
She pulled away, watching me as she pushed my dress up.
“This time I truly have neglected my little whore,” she whispered. When she looked down to catch sight of my garter belt and stockings, she cursed. “Fuck, all in white like an angel, but you’re nothing but sin.”
“Fuck me, Emerson,” I begged, and her eyes heated. I missed this. I missed us. She took my flimsy underwear and ripped it as she dropped to one knee, pulling me to the edge of the bed.
Her face was between my legs in seconds, her tongue swirling the sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that had me thrashing on the bed.
Two fingers pushed into me, matching her pace as she played with my clit.
“Yes, fuck, Emerson. I love you so much. Please, more.”
My fingers plucked my nipples, and I felt like I was going to explode. Having her hands on me. Her tongue on my clit. Her fingers in my cunt.
Nothing felt as good as she did. Nothing ever would.
Her fingers spread me open so her tongue could spear me.
“Emerson!” I screamed when her other hand came to pinch my clit.
“That’s it, my perfect slut, show me how much you missed me.”
