“Yes,” she croaks, and I’m certain her throat is sore from the pounding. But the light that sparkles in her eyes tells me something else—she wants more too.
“Stand,” I order gruffly, picking up my drink and swallowing the last mouthful. “You best finish your wine because I’m taking you to my bedroom. And when I take you home, you’ll feel me all night and all day at school tomorrow.”
Her eyes widen, but she obeys. Such a good little deviant for me. My cock is already hardening at the sight of her in the underwear I purchased. It’s a perfect fit as well. I knew her body. I could tell from just looking at her the size, the shape, and I was right.
I watch Arabella drink down the wine before setting the glass on the table. With her delicate frame in front of me, I want nothing more than to show her what a monster I am. And I will.
“Go up the stairs, turn left, and walk all the way to the end of the hall. The bedroom in front of you will be where I want you to wait. On your knees, head bowed. And if you’re not in the position I’ve requested when I get there, I’m going to punish you,” I command, noticing a shiver wrack through her at my words, which only makes me grin.
Without a word, she turns and walks out of the living room, and I keep my gaze on her retreating form. The sway of her hips, the way her ass looks in those panties, and the slender legs that move with ease and grace makes the blood in my veins run hot.
Anticipation races through me, but I allow her time to get into the room, settle in position, and for me, time to calm myself. It’s been a while since I’ve experienced such strong need, hunger to devour. Glancing at the window, I wonder if there are truly eyes on me like Ahren thinks. When my brother mentioned that he wouldn’t be able to go away as I requested, I knew shit was going to hit the fan. One way or another, Arabella would find out about what I did.
But I can’t allow that to shift my focus. I make my way up the stairs, one at a time, my lungs pulling in much-needed air as I reach the landing. Turning left, I fist my hands, knowing that soon I’ll have her smooth flesh under my touch. I’ll have her body beneath me.
Everything in life comes full circle.
When you find the moment where you’re able to take what you have craved for so long, grab it. Don’t allow it to disappear. The door beckons. I stop for a moment, calming the erratic heartbeat attacking my ribs.
When I twist the handle and step inside, Arabella is on the floor, on her knees, waiting. This is most certainly not part of the plan, but being here with her seems to calm the rage of revenge that simmers in my veins. Like this, she isn’t the daughter of the man who killed my father, and for a moment, I hope she doesn’t ever find out the truth about her daddy.
“Look at me,” I command as I lean against the wall, my arms crossed in front of my chest. Arabella lifts her gaze and locks it on mine. Her lips part, and I note how her tongue darts out, licking at the plump flesh. “Spread your legs. I want to see what I now own.”
Watching her obey me makes my dick throb. I can’t deny I’m enjoying this. Even if she doesn’t realize who I am, I wonder just what her dad would say if he learned about his princess taking me inside her body tonight. He’d have a coronary if he knew his little girl was mine. I own her now.
“Touch yourself like you do in bed at night, thinking about me,” I tell her, tacking on the last three words with a smirk gracing my mouth.
Those pretty steel orbs glaze over, desire burning in them as her hand slips between her slender thighs, and I watch how she shifts the material of the panties to the side to play with her cunt.
So. Fucking. Gorgeous.
She dips a finger inside, the wetness echoing toward me as she moves faster, picking up the pace as she finger-fucks her pretty pussy, but she keeps her gaze on me. Her mouth opens farther, a gasp of need spilling from her lips as she writhes on her fingers, and my cock aches.
“Stop.” One word and her hand falls away, but I don’t miss the whimper of frustration that follows her obedience.
I move toward her.
The moment my feet are at her knees, her head tips back, and she looks up at me. She looks so fragile, delicate on the floor of my bedroom. I lose myself in the scene before me. Her being mine, me not needing revenge, and just for a moment, I wonder if this could ever be more than a game.
“Stand.”
She rises, a flower blossoming in front of me as I reach for the straps of her bra and tug at them, causing them to fall from her shoulders. “Elian.”
“Take off your panties,” I order her, keeping my voice cool, yet my body is thrumming with need to devour every morsel of her beauty.
Her hands shift, pushing the scrap of material from her hips, and I allow my gaze to track the sensuality of how she moves, inching the panties to the floor. Once she steps out of them, I grip her shoulders and spin her around. Walking her over to the bed, I have her bend over the edge.
Her ass taunts me, her long legs tease me, and I spread them by pushing her feet wider. The view of her like this makes my cock weep. I’m so ready to sink into her. I discard my clothes without tearing my attention away from her because I can’t.
