“Yes.” She breathes. I press her hard against the wall behind her, and she whimpers. I trace my finger up her thigh, and she bucks her hips up, her fingers curl at my nape, and I feel my insides recoil when she grazes my neck. I could turn her to face the wall, but goddamn, I want to see her face when she comes. I want to soak up every sound, every expression when she comes apart while I fuck her hard with my fingers.
I tug her dress up to her waist and slide her underwear down her legs. “Show me how wet you are, Ezra. Open up for me.” Ezra obeys and parts her legs granting me access to her sacred cavern.
I brush my finger up her slick slit and smirk when she responds with a breathy gasp and rocks her hips against my finger. “So keen, princess.” I slide my finger inside her, and she whimpers. I feel her walls clamp down on my finger at the intrusion, and I resist the urge to groan. So fucking tight. “Relax, don’t clench. Let me in.” She submits, and I feel her relax, and I slowly insert a second finger, and she gasps again, holding her breath.
I look down into her face, so fucking delightful, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen and pink where she’s biting down on them. “You like that?”
“Yess.” Ezra breathes, biting and sucking on her bottom lip. I withdraw my fingers and thrust hard, and she lets out a shrill scream, which echoes throughout the house.
I press my thumb against her clit and rub slow circles, and she pants, rocking, grinding her hips against my hand ravenously. I thrust again deeper, reaching that sweet spot hidden inside her, grazing her g-spot over and over till I feel her walls clamp down on my fingers.
“Fuck my fingers, Ezra,” I growl in her ear and resist the urge to moan when she rolls her hips and slides herself down my fingers meeting my thrust.
“Damien! Yes!” I watch eagerly while she writhes and comes apart before me as I continue to thrust deeper while every single surge of her orgasm makes her body shake in my arms. Panting to catch her breath, Ezra opens her eyes and looks up at me. “Christ…” I lick my lips, desperately trying to suppress the beast just itching to come out and claim her, “I take it back. No, I haven’t been touched. Not like that. Ever.” Her head falls back against the wall, and she bites her lip and smiles lazily. “That was…intense.”
I nod and slide my fingers out of her dripping pussy. “That was me being gentle.” I step back, and she grabs my arm before I could get too far. I narrow my eyes as she lifts the hand I had just used to finger her and looks at me.
“May I?” I watch as she brings my fingers to her mouth and sucks each one, tasting herself and moaning. Oh fuck. For a virgin, she sure knows how to work that tongue.
I bit the inside of my cheek and kept myself in check. My cock was throbbing against my jeans, begging to bust out and play. Every flick of her tongue on my finger made every hair on my body stand, but I need to control myself. She’s off-limits, I shouldn’t have even fingered her, but she was just begging for it. I pull my hand back when she pulls them out of her mouth and licks her lips. “Want a taste?”
Yes, I do. I’m dying for a fucking taste. I want to shove my tongue deep inside her pussy and make her cum all over again.
Ezra pushes herself off the wall and leans in close. I can smell her arousal on her breath, and she fucking knows it. She’s testing me.
I grip her jaw in my hand and look into her eyes. “You’re toying with the hottest fire there is…you’ll burn Ezra,” I warn her firmly, and she blinks up at me. “If I wanted a taste, believe me, pretty girl, I would take it firsthand. I don’t play games, so save yourself the trouble.”
“If I wanted to fuck you, you would be on all fours screaming my name until you’re on the verge of passing out from intense pleasure right about now.” I tell her expressionlessly, and something sparks in her eyes before she pulls her face away from my hold, taking a step back.
“Then why bring me here if you weren’t going to have sex with me. Has it put you off that I’m a virgin?” I fix her with a glare and shake my head.
“Not at all. That’s your business.” I tell her and pull out the needle from my back pocket discreetly. “As for the reason you’re here…” I grasp her arm and twist her until her back is against my chest. I wrap my arm around her waist, keeping her still.
Ezra gasps, surprised, and I take that moment to inject her with the sedative. “What are you—” I hear her say before her body goes limp, and I pull out the needle slowly and set it to the side before I lift her limp body into my arms bridal style and take her upstairs to the spare bedroom.
I lay her on the bed and pull back to look at her. I brush the strands of hair out of her face. She’ll be out cold for a while, wake up disoriented, and have a headache in the morning, but at least she’s not asking any more questions. I remove her shoes and set them to the side before I cover her with the duvet. I look her over once more before I walk out of the room, closing the door behind me.
I take out my cell phone and text James to inform him that I have obtained the mark.
“Mark Secured,”
He texts back. “Good work. I’ll be in touch in the next few days.”
I walk to the kitchen, pick up her purse that she left on the island, and take out her cell phone. I see a dozen messages and calls from her friend Jordin and one from Calum. I slide her screen, and the numbers come up requesting a passcode. It’s the latest iPhone; therefore, it must be facial recognition. I make my way up the steps and walk to the guest bedroom. I open the door walk over to the bed. Gently lifting her head, I hold the phone to her face and wait for it to unlock—which to my surprise, it does. Technology.
“Thank you, Princess.” I lay her head back down and tug the duvet up, covering her again. The last thing I needed was for her to get sick on me. I open her messages and read through the ones her friend has sent.
“Okay. Let me know you get home safe, Chiquita. Love you x.”
“P.S. I want all the dish on this guy you met!”
“Chiquita, you never called. You okay?”
I roll my eyes as I read through the messages. This friend of hers could be a problem.
“Your father informed me of the news. I’m thrilled you have agreed to marry me, Ezra. I knew you would come to your senses. Call me when you get this. Calum.”
I frown. She was getting married. Calum Sinclair. Her father’s right-hand man. I read all about him in Forbes. Sinclair is one of the upper east side’s most sought-after bachelors. Powerful, wealthy, and comes from an influential family—even more so than Hugo Quintero.
I glance over at Ezra, who was still out cold from the sedative. She’s being pressured to marry this tool against her will. It’s no wonder she’s looking for a thrill. Get a little rebellious and step out of her comfort zone and explore before she is thrust into a mind-numbing marriage playing the dutiful Step-ford wife to someone as dull as Calum Sinclair.
Her words from earlier replayed in my mind. “I want my first time to be good, memorable, and you seem like the type that has the experience to make that happen.”
I shake my head and leave the room. It’s not my business who she marries or what her life will be after this. She’s just a job, and that’s how she will remain.