Pretty Prize (Rags to Riches 2)

“That was very thoughtful of you, husband.” I lean over and brush my mouth against his quickly. I’m a little shocked at myself but it feels natural. If he’s surprised by my act he doesn’t show it. I should have deepened it, I think to myself. I enjoyed our last kiss. I could have taken another.

As if reading my mind, Hunter moves, pressing his mouth against mine. His tongue demands entry. I open for him, wanting him there. The tingling I had under control comes back full force. When he pulls away we are both breathless. My mouth feels well used. His lips even look a little red too. I made sure to nip him before we finished. I enjoy seeing my small mark on him. There is no missing the heavy weight of his mark on my hand. My eyes flick to where his wedding band sits on his finger and a sudden feeling of possessiveness takes ahold of me. It’s only a simple gold band but it shows he belongs to me. I watch as his thumb rubs it absently. Is he thinking about how he is mine? Will that ring ever represent more than a contract to him?

“If you’re going to kiss me, wife, then kiss me,” he tells me before leaning back in his chair. A thrill runs through me every time he calls me ‘wife.’ It is something I’ve never thought I’d take pleasure in but I find myself doing exactly that. I glance up at my husband, realizing we both do have a common enemy. My brother. Why he is Hunter’s enemy I have no idea. I’m sure he won’t tell me if I ask. I find myself not wanting to bring it up because if he did refuse to tell me I’d be disappointed when I shouldn’t be. I also don’t want to spoil the small steps forward I have gained with him. I don’t want to poison it by talking about Garrick. I have finally left the Vandermeer name behind and I am never going back to it.

I glance over to take in Hunter’s gorgeous profile. He winks at me and shows me a small smile. My heart flutters with hope. I know better than to expect Hunter to fall in love with me. Men like him don’t do the fairytale love thing.

But could he?

Chapter 9

Hunter

She never does what I expect, which is maddening, given that I know everything about her from the time she lost her first tooth at the age of six when she tripped and fell in the Vandermeer mansion to when she cut off her long hair in defiance of her brother at the age of eleven. He didn’t beat her, but that might only have been because Countess Muffy Raspielli was present and said that the short hair made Rose look like a woodland sprite.

Rose’s hair is long again, never undergoing more than the tiniest trim after that incident, but she is one of the few women who could pull off very short hair. It’s because she has a small face with delicate features.

I let my gaze drift down her dress. She is probably delicate everywhere, with tiny nipples and a tight little cunt. I’ll have to take extra care when fucking her.

The plan was to debauch her on the plane, but that was before I realized she had the capacity to surprise me, that the dossier I had put together on her was missing a few things, such as that very strong spine of hers. And I find myself not wanting to diminish that in any way. I also want to fuck her. Badly.

It’s becoming a need, not merely a desire. Just looking at her makes my cock hard and heavy. Touching her sends my blood pounding. My mouth is dry, my tongue feels thick. My hands itch to map out every hill and valley of Rose’s delicious body.

Should I take her? Should I carry her to the back of the plane, strip off that expensive dress of hers, pin her ankles over her head and fuck her until every ounce of cum that my balls can produce is emptied into her womb? Should I—

“Here you are, Mr. Keal and Mrs. Keal.” The flight attendant places our meals in front of us.

Rose pinkens adorably at the use of her married name. Christ.

“Thank you,” she says with a shy smile.

I swallow a sigh and remind myself that Mark is merely doing his job and I can’t demand he be thrown off the plane for interrupting my fantasies.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Will there be anything further?”

“Not now. You can leave us. We’ll ring when we need you.” I hope he gets the message. We are not to be disturbed.

Mark ducks out quickly.

“This is my first time flying, but you know that, don’t you?” Rose says as she cuts off a piece of meat. I watch as the fork disappears between her lips. How much of my cock would she be able to fit inside her mouth? What will she look like when I face-fuck her, holding her head still while I shuttle my cock between her lips?