“I-” She’s fucking lost in arousal, and I know I’m the only one who can make this woman feel like this. “It’s wrong.” she whispers.
I bunch up her dress right there on the balcony, where anyone can walk out here and see, but I’m entranced. The fact that she’s dreaming about me makes my dick strain against the material of my pants. I cup her sex, finding that her panties are already soaked. Her eyes fly open, violet orbs that plead for me to stop and proceed all at once. I rip the delicate thong off with one hand. “Be very quiet.”
Slipping my hands between her legs, I rub my finger over her clit then circle it. She moans against my chest, and it’s the sexiest sound. “Do you like this?” She feels velvety soft to the touch, and I want to taste her on my tongue. I also want to hurt her, but my desire to taste her is stronger.
She nods tentatively, and I drop to my knees. I put one slender thigh over my shoulder and dive right in, lapping at her sweet pussy, as I push a finger into her, crooking it until she cries out.
“Oh, God.” She moans.
“Shh, or I’ll stop.” She grips my hair, tugging me between her thighs. I start to suck on her clit, knowing it’ll drive her crazy. She tastes like my favorite dessert. I curl a finger inside her while sucking her clit into my mouth, her legs trembling as she orgasms on my tongue. I ravage her juices until she comes down from her high.
When she looks down at me, her eyes wide. I stand and pull her dress down. “I’m keeping this,” I tuck her panties in my pocket, and disappear inside, winking at her astonished face over my shoulder.
I return to the dining room, and Ravi and Amelia stare at me. Amelia is taking her seat. “Is she okay?” Amelia asks indifferently.
“I wouldn’t know. Didn’t find her.” Amelia’s eyes meet mine, and I know she’s seen me devour her friend. The thing is she doesn’t give a fuck. She hates me as much as I hate her.
Ravi stares at me knowingly. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
Knowing that Kennedy wants me, too, is going to make it a whole lot harder to stay away. So why bother. I smirk, my mind made up. I’m going to have my little Güzel, one way or another. I just have to play this game with caution.
I dig into the crème brûlée set in front of me, but nothing compares to the one I just had.
12
Kennedy
What did I just do?I strip off my clothing and jump into the shower turning the water hot enough to burn off the feeling of his touch on my skin. That was not supposed to happen, but it did. It was a mixture of that dream I had and the fact that Sai makes me so angry. But when he touched me, I lost control. I was no longer the woman with her head screwed on straight, I was a ball of lust and need. For my best friend’s man. I feel like such an asshole. I hate myself so much right now. I’m going to tell her, and if she hates me, then so be it.
I need to get on the next plane home. I can’t stay here. I have a life back home, goals that cannot take a backseat. Unlike Amy, I have had to work for everything in my life. I’m not envious of her, I just know my place in the world, and it is not amongst these people. I don’t think for a second that what happened with Sai meant anything to him, and that is the part that frustrates me the most. I am not the type of woman who gives in to temptation on a whim. I am logical. It’s what makes me, well, me.
I step out of the shower, wrap a soft white towel around me, and when I exit the room, Amy is sitting on my bed, crying. Oh, God. She knows, there is no other reason why she would be here crying like this. She looks up when she sees me, and stands, gathering me in her arms. I hold onto her tightly, wondering if this is the last time I will ever hug my best friend.
“I cannot do this, Neddy. I can’t marry that monster.” she wails.
I wrap my arms around her, but when I close my eyes, all I see is Sai kneeling between my legs, a wicked smile of satisfaction and triumph on his face. A shiver runs through me, and I pull away from Amelia. I compose myself enough to help her back to the edge of the bed. I dress in sweatpants, and a t-shirt then sit next to her taking her hand in mine. I should apologize. It’s the least I can do. We can find a way through this, we’re best friends.
“You have to help me find out where he has, Henry.” She’s hysterical, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“What does Henry have to do with this? I’m not following.”
“Sai or one of the assholes who work for him have, Henry. I don’t know for how long. He told me about it the other day when we had breakfast.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was scared, Neddy. That he’d hurt, Henry, if I did. I know that’s stupid. But I didn’t want to chance it.”
I press a hand against my mouth. “No.” It comes out in a whisper. “Amy, I need to tell you something-”
“I already know.” she interrupts. “I – I saw you two on the balcony. I left when… you know…” she trails off.
“My God, Amy, I am so sorry. I have no excuse. The situation escalated pretty fast. It was so wrong, and I understand if you hate me and want me to leave.” I place my face in my hands, too ashamed to look at her. “Besides the fact that I dislike the man, he’s also the person you’re supposed to marry. I should have never let it get that far. It’s like he pushes my limits, and I let myself become entrapped.”
“You don’t understand, Neddy. I don’t hate you. I don’t want to marry him. I feel nothing toward that man. I don’t even want him anywhere near you either, but I have to ask you to do something for me.”
I look at her, confused. “What could I possibly do?”
“The fact that he wants you, it could be my ticket out of this dreadful situation. Maybe he’ll tell you where they’re keeping Henry, and I can get to him. God, I don’t even know if he’s even still alive.” That causes her to break out in sobs again. “He threatened me, the other day, said that if I didn’t go through with this farce of a marriage, Henry would pay dearly.”
