Mina was made for this dress. The nude paneling beneath the black lace off-the-shoulder top looks like it’s see through. Itattaches to an asymmetric leather skirt that drapes from one hip and hugs her curves. It cuts off just shy of her ass, so her spider tattoo is on display.
She watches me expectantly, as if she’s waiting for rejection. I close the distance, grabbing her hip to turn her slowly, then stand close enough to feel her ass brush against my cock. I drag my lips along her exposed shoulder as I move her hair to the side.
“You look perfect, baby,” I praise against her warm skin.
Her answering shiver tells me that’s precisely what she wanted to hear.
I fish the jewelry box out of my pocket and clasp the silver kite-shaped black sapphire choker around her neck.
It’s only fair. I stole her necklace; she should get a replacement.
I inch back, and she wrongly takes it as an opening to face me.
“Wait. You’re forgetting something.” I bend her over the bed, watching her skirt ride up.
She gasps. “Wha-what are you?—”
“Accessorizing.”
The last part of her gift. I push her panties to the side and slide my fingers into her waiting cunt. She soaks my hand in an instant. We curse at the same time as her walls slam around me, and I pump my fingers into her without giving her a chance to adjust.
“Don’t forget to smile,” I whisper against her ear, winding my fist around her hair to angle her face toward the camera hidden within her bookshelf.
“Leo—” Her voice breaks as she claws at the bedsheets.
The sounds coming from her are nothing short of lewd. She arches her back and widens her stance for nothing because the moment I crook my fingers and hit the spot that always makesher buck in her sleep, she collapses onto the bed, and I withdraw my hand temporarily.
Her ensuing gasp is one of betrayal, followed by panic when I push her final present against her entrance.
“L—” She chokes off when her pussy swallows the purple toy without any effort.
And because I’m a gentleman, I rub my girl’s clit while I grab my phone out of my pocket, click into the app I downloaded, and adjust the dial on the screen. Mina jerks the moment the vibration starts, squirming against the bed when I increase the levels.
The blankets do a good job of muffling her curses, but pulling away and turning off the toy silences her altogether.
Mina weakly pushes herself up onto her hands and trembles as she turns to sit, legs falling open to give me a perfect picture of the wet mess we made, and the purple antenna coming out of her pussy. Her mascara is smeared around her eyes, part of a wing is cut short, and her lipstick is gone. The hair she had perfectly styled minutes ago sticks up at odd ends while she stares at me with a mixture of lust, confusion, shock, and anger.
“Good, you’re all ready to go now,” I tell her.
How unfortunate. I guess I ruined her makeup after all.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Mina
Never in my life has this worry crossed my mind before: I think I might come if we hit a pothole.
Somehow the heated seat is making it worse. I shiftslightlyand nearly moan. If the arrogant expression on Leo’s face tells me anything, it’s that he knows it.
Rat bastard.
That’s what he is.
He’s tried making conversation, but I can’t give more than one-word answers because his car isvibrating. I can feel the rumble of the speakers all the way to my goddamn clit. I have to squeeze my eyes shut against the torture.
And as if I’m not suffering enough, Leo places his hand on my bare thigh and drags it all the way up, stopping aninch—one singular inch—away from my core.
I blow out a breath, gripping the side of the door.
