Page 54 of Forbidden Heroes

She likes it only she doesn’t know why. Tonight I hope to show her.

I know Rosalee isn’t like any other woman I’ve dated and I’m going to prove to her how much she means to me before she has a chance to change her mind and walk. I’m not going to give her that much time to reconsider after everything she’s learned about me and my past. I’m a bastard, and I guess I have a part of my father in me after all. Only difference, she’s it for me. I won’t need anyone else after her. Where my father could never find his unicorn, I’ve found mine and I’m holding on by any means necessary. I’ve wanted her for so long, and now that I finally have her she’s not getting away. I came in her last night four times and if she’s not already pregnant with my child, she will be before the night is through.

She does a good job of hiding her inner turmoil. Instead of fighting me on this further, Rosalee leans into the pillows at her back, but I don’t take her less-than-relaxed posture for anything other than what it is: her pride warring over her needs.

She presses her lips together and slips the covers from her delicate, delicious body, revealing all those sweet curves I took the time to memorize last night with my tongue.

She pushes to her feet and makes her way to the shower, and I drink in the way her ass sways with a slight bump at each step.

My little minx wants to play.

“Until tonight then, Professor,” she coos over her shoulder, and I make sure she sees the ridge of my hard cock as I stroke it through my pants.

“Rosalee.”

The command in my voice turns her around. Two can play this game.

“You won’t get away because you’re fucking mine.”

Ten

Rosalee

I’m standing in the middle of Gideon’s private suite, only this time it no longer holds a foreign feeling and the atmosphere has shifted. A boutique owner arrived exactly at four o’clock as Gideon promised with a beautiful white satin dress. The silky softness nearly falls to the floor and clings to every curve on my body. Two strips down the front don’t do much to hide the ampleness of my breasts with the low-cut dip in the front and the high cutout along my right leg and thigh.

At eight o’clock the chauffeur was sitting outside to bring me here. Only I had no idea where here was until the driver pulled up outside Lux’s and the doorman slipped from a secret door to personally walk me to Gideon’s room, where he awaited my arrival. I still don’t know if I should feel embarrassed or not about that, so I leave it alone for now.

An opened bottle of champagne is waiting for me, so I pour a glass and sip the contents while waiting for Gideon to return. He received a call over ten minutes ago and excused himself, and I’m growing impatient.

On edge, I finish my drink and wander over to the curtain, finding the room different from the last time I was here. I scan the room, letting my gaze fall on each item. The duvet has been changed from black to snow-white and the mirror is covered with a velvet red curtain this time.

I cross the room to move the heavy material when a voice from behind me brings me to a halt. And just like that my unease vanishes and my mind is right back where it all started.

“Naughty student, are you so impatient?”

Gideon glides his hand around mine where I hold the cord to draw the curtains open. How is it that one sound of his voice can have me clenching my inner thighs and holding my breath?

I move to turn in his arms but he stops me and I moan when the thickness of his cock presses against my ass. There’s only a fine layer of satin and the cloth of his pants between us so I can feel the heat of his need for me through the material separating us.

His grip on my thigh tightens. “Mmm. You smell like heaven and look like an angel. I knew you would look lovely in white. Especially this dress.”

He fingers the fringes of my matching white mask. His voice is a deep rumble by my ear, and the vibrations carry through me and aims straight for my aching clit. Embarrassing admission: Gideon only needs to speak to make me wet and wild for him. Last night proved beyond a doubt I’ll always want him. Between my thighs, under me, on top, from behind or his face buried between my thighs. Or simply holding me in his possessive, powerful arms.

“Thank you.”

He pulls the cord of the curtain, and when the fabric pulls away I see the man I love behind me, much like our first night, only this time it’s more than just lust in his eyes.

A rattling sound catches my attention. I have no idea where the chains come from, because I didn’t see them before now. My heart is suddenly pounding against my ribs, and I’m scared but in a good way. The aroused kind of good way. Before two nights ago and seeing the forbidden orgy, I didn’t even know I liked what I saw until I watched the pleasure cascading over those women’s faces.

“Tonight you’re going to watch me fuck you. Watch your face as I pleasure your body and see the moment you take my seed in your womb.”

His provocative words send a full body shudder through me. He moves to stand in front of me, taking my right hand and leading it to a padded cuff hanging by my head.

He glides a finger along my jawline. “Do you trust me?”

I nod.

A small smile tilts the right corner of his mouth at my simple answer. He chuckles low in his chest, and I’m damn near ready to come with that sound alone. He has no idea the power he holds over me, but he’s about to find out. Tonight he’s not wearing a mask, so I can enjoy the full show of his emotions as they play out in his expressions. Right now he’s happy and I know in part I’m responsible for that.

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