“You just saw it a couple hours ago, you dirty bastard.” I snicker, licking my lips.
His grip tightens and he rips his hand away from my hip area to unzip his pants. His cock bounces free and my heart rate increases wildly. I feel a flush of warmth rising up my neck, most likely turning my skin red too. It happens every time he fucks me.
Stefan grabs my hip for a second before he grabs my left leg, hoisting it to where my wedge is on the counter. His breath comes out hot and heavy, eyes right on my glistening pussy. I wish I could see the way his cock reacts being so close, wondering if precum is oozing from its head, or if it’s twitching.
Pulling my thong off to the side, he rams himself inside me in one swift movement, stretching my walls wide. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, but know the pain will drift away as his movements intensify. He pushes his cock in and out of me, forcing his nether region closer to mine. Ultimately, removing his hands from my hip and neck, he grabs the v of my dress and shreds the jersey material, revealing my breasts.
His head dips down, sucking the hardened raspberries into his mouth. Saliva mixed with his tongue is euphoric. I dip my head back against the concrete and moan, needing more. He brings his left hand up to grab my neck like before while shifting his right hand down to my clit.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth while grinding his cock into my soaking pussy, rubbing his fingers over my hardened nub, trying to drive me to the edge. He knows me better than I do, always causing a cosmic reaction.
“Stefan,” His name comes out as a soft purr, almost a plea.
“Not yet,” he hisses with my breast in his mouth. He digs his teeth into my nipple and I scream, but he pounds his cock into me even harder, fluttering his hand against my clit at a higher speed.
Soon enough, I’m giving all of myself to him. Exploding around his shaft, my inner walls tighten, demanding his seed.
Stefan arches his back, grunting loudly. He allows my breast free with a popping sound, places his hands on both hips and fucks me like a man half his age. “Take my fucking cream, prinţesă.” He growls, going so fast that I’m coming down from my first orgasm and heading into my second. But this time it’s so intense my entire body starts to shake. I try to dig my nails into the concrete, but it’s no use. It won’t fucking help me.
“Take it, take it all, my Bianca. My girl. Mine.”
I don’t know what comes over me, but I come up into a crunch and slap him straight across the face. “I belong to know one, Stefan Dalca. You should know that. I’m not a fucking object to be passed around like you or my father might think.”
I push past him and hop off the counter, pull my dress down and grab my purse where I left it in the foyer. I’m opening the door when he finally says something to me, “What the fuck are we even doing, Bianca? I mean, really? What are we fucking doing anymore?”
I glance back at him, seeing he’s as flustered as I am. The only thing I can do is answer him honestly. “I don’t know. What were we even doing in the first place? Look. Just give me some space. I . . . I need some time to think, alone, where the men I care about in my life aren’t treating me like some fucking Barbie doll they can pass around.”
“Bianca, I didn’t mean it like th—,” I leave the apartment while he’s speaking, shutting the door and heading down to the elevator, not even caring that anyone who comes into my view will get a good view of some side boob.
The funeral for Anton will likely be in a couple days in Florida, and even though we shouldn’t all be together at the same time, we will, for Anton.
He deserves it.
Chapter Six
Mircea
It’s been about a week since I was in the Petrans’ study, ogling over their daughter. Not much has happened really. Only a few muttered conversations between Ion, Mariana, and I. I know Mariana’s reputation for being a fearless, determined woman. So, I can only naturally assume Bianca is the same way. I mean one look at her and anyone would know she isn’t an ordinary woman.
We’re all in Miami for Anton Balan’s funeral. His widow, Natasha, chose to wait a few extra days for all the Clan leaders to be able to attend. He was a well-respected individual and it’s important we all show our respect for the service he gave the Clans, as well as the service his wife will continue for Clan Balan until their eldest, Nina, is ready to take the throne. If I’m not mistaken their daughter will be turning eighteen next year, though, I highly doubt if Natasha would be handing the responsibility of the Clan leader over to her at such a young age.
I arrived in Miami with my brother, Sorin, two days ago. He and I both are taking it upon ourselves to represent Clan Lazar at Anton’s funeral while our father is in London on business. Honestly, it’s probably better this way. He’s known for causing mischief and now is nor the time, or the place.
Sorin left the hotel an hour ago to go grab a coffee before the funeral began and I’m on my way to Bianca’s hotel to pick her up. Ion gave me the address, and I highly doubt she knows about my impending arrival.
She’s staying at one of the most prestigious hotels in all of Miami. Instead of it being something modern, it’s more historic. Gold and cream colors make up
