Somehow I manage to slant my head and look past Veda while quite literally molesting her mouth, and I find a range of reactions taking place, starting with outrage and ending in all-out fuck lust. It’s the latter—that coveting of my angel—that has me pulling away from Veda’s kiss. “Everyone out,” I thunder. “Now.”
As if I’m not hot enough already, her mouth opens on a puff of air, clearly impressed by the way three words from me has sent my employees scurrying from the room. But that approval fades when she sees the anger I can feel twisting my expression. And it vanishes completely when I stand and slap her ass down on the conference room table. “That was a very bad thing you did, Veda.”
Her mouth opens, closes, opens again. “I just wanted her to know.”
“Know what?”
“That you want me and not her!” Veda screams at the top of her lungs.
In one hasty movement, she attempts to slide off the table and get away, but that’s definitely not happening. For one, she’s responsible for the unbearable, throbbing ache in my pants and two, I’ll go out of my goddamn mind if she stays angry at me for long. Already, my sanity is beginning to fray under the weight of her frown, the outrage glittering in her eyes. I manage to keep her hips pinned to the conference table with my own and satisfaction whispers in my gut when she gasps at the feel of my erection.
Now, I’m aware that Veda is simply acting her age. She’s a seventeen-year-old girl and her every emotion is amplified under the microscope of confusing hormones and a lack of emotional maturity. It also occurs to me that her whimsical behavior is part of what attracted me to her in the first place, so these little lessons that need to be taught along the way are par for the course.
And who ever said learning couldn’t be fun?
“Veda.” I grip her chin, tilting her face up. “If you’re going to come with me to work-related events, you have to behave yourself.”
“You’re not my father,” she fumes. “I don’t have to do anything you say.”
I come very close to revealing I’m her legal guardian, but manage to keep the truth locked up. Just barely. The desire to let her know just how thoroughly she’s mine is growing stronger by the minute. “I want to give you everything, Veda. Anything you want in the goddamn world. I had one rule. Keep your body covered around other men. And you just broke it.”
She appears contrite, but I know better than to trust that. Especially when that lower lip swells into a pout and she begins playing with my shirt collar. I know she’s distracting me, but my cock doesn’t give a shit. The cursed thing is trying to rip its way free of my pants to get to Veda’s tight heaven. “I don’t want to fight, Ramsey.” Her baby blues lift and slay me. “Please…can’t we just kiss and make up?”
She’s playing me somehow, but I want my mouth on hers too badly to care. Want to fuck her. Fuck her to multiple orgasms so she smiles like the princess that she is for the rest of the day. Scooping Veda up onto the conference room table, I lick past her lips, growling at the singular taste. Her thighs slide wide on the table and moisture leaks from my dick in anticipation, wetting the fly of my pants.
My fingers find the flimsy ties of her swimsuit on either side of her hips and slide them undone, dragging the white bottoms away and revealing her cunt, although I can’t see it because I’m too busy loving her mouth, reveling in her small gasps every time I send my tongue deep. I’m trying to decide whether to suck her nipples or just free my cock already and take what I need—
And then she bites me. Hard.
So hard that when I jerk back, blood runs down my chin.
“Why.” I work to keep my voice even as I wipe the blood away with the back of my wrist. “Why did you do that?”
She slides off the table and shoves against my chest, but doesn’t succeed in moving me. “You think I’m stupid because I’m young but I’m not. Just tell me…why I’m here.” Her voice has risen until she’s screaming. “How did you get me here?”
“You already know.”
“No.” She shakes her head, sending still-damp blonde hair in every direction. “I know what you told me. But my father wouldn’t just leave me. He would have taken me with him.” Her voice hitches. “If he’d been allowed to.”
We’re hovering right on the edge of the truth and panic makes it difficult to swallow. She’s already withdrawing from me. But I won’t allow it to happen. I just need more time to show her I can give her the best life imaginable. That I can show her the world and drape her in diamonds. Anything she wants.
None of those trappings are available for me to hand over in this exact moment, though. All I have is a hope that she’s one tenth as drawn to me physically as I am to her. When I let my gaze travel down her body, I watch her thighs clench together, her nipples harden, her breath catch…and I know at least in this department, I won’t have a challenge.
Thank God, because I’m fucking starved for my angel.
I advance and she backs away, attempting to skirt around the table, but she runs into a chair and that stumble allows me to catch her. Taking hold of her arms, I turn her around, pressing her up against the wall without much gentleness. I’m heartened by the glimmer of excitement in her eyes…even though her inexperience with a lust-drunk man tempers the excitement with a touch of apprehension.
Pinning both of her wrists above her head, I waste no time fondling her smooth pussy with the use of my free hand, teasing her little bud with my middle finger. Her eyes are glazed after two seconds, a whimper of my name passing her lips. “Mmm. You love sex, don’t you, angel? More than most girls your age, I’d say.” She’s already covering my fingers with arousal, her lithe thighs sawing back and forth on either side of my hand. “Just another thing about you that makes my dick hard. I know you’re going to mean it when you say faster, daddy, faster.” I fill her with two fingers, growling over the discovery that she’s still tight as a virgin, despite having been given a brutal fuck on the floor of my limousine. “You were sent to earth to drive men to fits of jacking off and you love it. You love it even more, because you understand pleasure. The give and take of it. With me. Only with me.”
“Yes. Fine. I love it. With you,” she gasps, eyes flashing. “But that doesn’t mean I c-can’t still hate you.”
“Please, stop saying that. Stop.” My vision fades out under the assault of hearing she hates me. My skin grows tight across my muscle, throat going parched. “When you say things like that to me, it makes me insane.”
There’s a long pause, the energy in the atmosphere halting as she scrutinizes me, cogs turning in whirring circles behind her eyes. I don’t know what she sees. I have no idea. “Free my hands, Ramsey,” she murmurs.
Ashamed to realize how tight I’ve been gripping, I release her wrists, roaring in anguish to see the redness I’ve left behind. But she doesn’t chastise me. Instead, she reaches behind her neck and unties the strings of her bathing suit top, letting it flutter to the ground at her feet.
“I didn’t mean it,” she breathes. “Just tell me the truth. All of it.”
It’s make or break time. But you don’t understand what it will do to me if she leaves. My life was beige monotony before Veda and I can’t go back. When I press our bodies together without answering, I witness a touch of disappointment in her eyes, before desire clouds it out. Our mouths go wild on one another’s while I work the fly of my pants, groaning as I remove my heavy cock. My flesh has only been deprived of Veda’s ministrations for less than an hour and already it’s leaking come, my balls drawn up so tight, I know I’m going to black out once I shove home into her pussy and feel that perfection. Just like last time.