Amelia stands, and for the first time, I truly notice how petite, yet undeniably feminine she is. The fitted pants hug her hips, and despite the prim blouse she wears, I can see her curves and the attractive body beneath.
“What will you do if I don’t stop? Hmm? You’re not scaring me, Nicolas. But I’ll spare us this pointless conversation. Let me know when you’re ready to talk reasonably. Otherwise, have a pleasant evening, Your Majesty.” She practically spits the last word at me, and a grin sneaks onto my lips.
Now I’ve provoked her, and I like it very much.
A few curls have escaped from her bun, which is so tight that it’s painful just to look at, and I genuinely wonder what she looks like with her hair down. I’ve never seen her with her hair loose. Or in jeans.
Perplexed by my thoughts and her bold behavior, I raise an eyebrow and stand up as well. I position myself close to her, this little thing who barely reaches my chest. Her gaze slowly travels up my body, and once again, those incredible blue eyes meet mine. But the anger and disdain I see in them feel like an ice-cold shower, dragging me back to the present.
She has no right to look at me like that. Accusingly. Not her.
“Oh, but I do scare you. But believe what you want, Goldilocks. You couldn’t be further from the truth. Enjoy yourfreedom a little longer. Tick-tock, your time is running out. Now, off you go…”
I don’t know what comes over me, but I lean down and slide my nose along her neck up to her ear. She shivers.
Fuck. My reaction to her is just as intense. I want to grab her and…
Dammit, no. No. No. No.
“In seven days, Goldilocks. Prepare yourself,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss on her slender neck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I’m crazy. Insane.
Amelia stares at me as I take a step back. Her chest rises and falls quickly, and I… I need to get out of here before I do something really stupid.
Tempting. So tempting. And forbidden. And wrong.I’d rather suffer blue balls than cross this line now and take her against the wall.
“Oh God, yessss.”Sarah moans loudly as I push myself hard into her again. Over and over again.
The pressure in my cock has become unbearable, and here we are. She props herself up against the glass window of the hotel room I’ve ordered her into and presses her bottom firmly against my abdomen. I hold her by the hips so that I can push myself even harder into her.
Fuck, I need to get rid of this pressure.
Blue eyes appear in my mind’s eye and I get even harder.
Fuck.
No.
Sarah moans again, but today it’s getting on my nerves.
“I told you to keep it down. No more sounds or I’ll stop,” I snap at her and reach into her long hair, pulling her head back. She gives me a lecherous look, but when I tighten my grip and slam hard into her at the same time, she swallows and obeys my command.
Finally.
She tightens around me, which usually drives me crazy. Not today.
Blue eyes that look at me with contempt.
Shit.
For all that I hold sacred, my balls are about to explode.
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.
Because when I come, moaning, it’s not Sarah looking at me with lust-filled eyes. It’s not her body that trembles under my thrusts.
