“A virgin, huh?” he says.
I risk his wrath and nod, unsure of where this is going. What he doesn’t need to know is that I’m also a virgin. I definitely don’t have any experience. Not with kissing, or with any of it. Hell, I haven’t even had a proper orgasm before. So I can’t mock him. Not that I volunteer any of this information.
He puts his hand over my pussy. Straight grabs me, his fingers toward my opening and his wrist toward my clit. “For a virgin, I seem to have at least gotten you all hot and bothered.”
I sputter with my words. “It’s not like that?”
“Not like what?” He dips his fingers into the edge of my panties, sliding along the wetness there, and he’s right. I’m so fucking wet, even my thighs are slippery from it.
He pulls his fingers away from my skin and slides them into his mouth. It’s obscene, and fucking hell if my entire body doesn’t throb in time with my clit at the action. He sucks his fingers off and wraps both hands around my thighs. “Seems pretty obvious to me that if I dropped to my knees right here and buried my face in that pretty little cunt, you’d scream for me. You’d writhe against my face and ride my tongue until you came hard enough to see stars.”
I gulp. It’s not something I’ve ever imagined, but now that he’s said the words, the image is in my head, and it’s enough to make it harder to breathe. I’m almost shaking and sick with the need for him to touch me.
He doesn’t though. He stands there, my knees against his thighs, his wet fingers so close to where I want them and yet so far away. “Admit it?”
“What?” I whisper, then clear my throat. “Admit what?”
He leans in so his mouth is almost against mine. “Admit that you’d let me fuck you right now. Admit that me kissing you got you so turned on, you ran to find an outlet that wasn’t riding my cock.”
His words are obscene, and I want to deny them, but I can’t. Not when the evidence is there for him to test himself, and he is more than willing to call my bluff on that side of things.
My throat is dry, the alcohol swimming heavy in my gut. “What do you want me to say?”
He leans in, and I tense, thinking he means to kiss me. Instead, he runs his nose down my jaw to my neck, then his eyes lock on my cleavage, and he stills, staring at the swell. “Simply admit you want me right now, and we’ll call it even.”
“But why?”
His breath is warm against my tits, and my nipples get hard. “Call it an act of faith. You admit I have some power over you, even if it’s this tiny thing. I’ll consider it a concession, and we can all get some sleep.”
I swallow again, my voice not working right. Fuck. When he puts it like that, I don’t want to say shit, but I don’t know what fresh torture he might inflict on me next. Or if I’ll have the will to resist.
“Fine.” I shove at his chest, letting the anger sink in, even if it doesn’t nearly match the lust. “I want you, okay? Is that enough to appease your ego, or do you need more?”
The corner of his lip lifts, and I swear he almost looks sad. “It’s enough. Now, let’s get you upstairs.”
He steps back enough for me to slide off the desk, my stomach hitting the floor along with my feet, but then he’s back, pressing all along my body, and in my face. “But test me again, Selena, and I swear I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t have a single ounce of your own free will left. If that’s the only way to keep you under control, I’m not above it. So, don’t push it.”
11
MICHAIL
I don’t regret touching her, but I sure as hell will if Kai hears about it. I’m not afraid of him, but I also respect him too much to go against his wishes. No matter how much I want to peel Selena out of her clothing and see how much I can take her apart with my mouth.
It might be cowardly, but the next morning, I am the one doing the hiding. Not that she is seeking my company on a regular basis anyway.
At the same time, we will have to butt heads soon enough when we discuss the dismissal of Emmanuelle’s proposal. Which reminds me.
I pull out my phone, hit Andrea on my speed dial, and wait while it rings.
I’m almost ready to hang up when she answers with a rough, “Hello?”
“You had to know I’d be calling as soon as I was able. What the hell was last night about? Why were you even there? And dare I ask what your interest in our councilman is?”