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I’ve never felt more intoxicated than in this moment. I claw my fingers through his slicked-back locks, messing up his normally perfect style. He matches my passion with his own.

In one swift movement, I maneuver myself onto his lap, my dress riding up my thighs. I feel his hard cock even through the fabric separating us. Gaston grips my hips tightly as I grind down against him. His hands slides lower to grasp my backside and I let out a soft moan against his lips.

This is madness. I should stop this before it goes any further. But coherent thoughts are drowned out by pure desire and the heat of his body against mine.

My hands move to loosen his tie, needing to feel his skin against mine. Gaston breaks the kiss, staring at me through lust-filled eyes.

“I’ve missed this,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. “Having you in my arms, feeling your body against mine.”

I don’t trust myself to speak. Being this close to Gaston again plays tricks on my mind. Instead of answering, I crush my lips to his, kissing him hungrily.

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and primal. I grind my hips down against the hard cock in his pants, eliciting a low groan from his throat.

Gaston’s hands slide lower to grip my ass, rocking me harder against his dick. I gasp at the sensation, heat flooding my core. What am I doing? This man bought me, controlled me, treated me like an object. I shouldn’t crave his touch no matter how desperately my body wants him.

My hands claw at his shirt, fumbling with the buttons in my need to feel his bare chest pressed against me. Gaston shifts beneath me, maneuvering me onto my back along the leather seat. He hovers over me, trailing rough kisses down my throat and across my exposed cleavage. I arch into him, clutching at his broad shoulders.

“We shouldn’t...” I gasp, even as my fingers weave into his hair, pulling him closer. Gaston silences me with another searing kiss and I surrender, wrapping my legs around his waist.

The town car hits a bump in the road and I’m jolted against Gaston’s muscular frame. His cock pressing between my thighs, making me moan at the friction.

Gaston’s hand slips beneath the hem of my dress, fingers dancing up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I shiver in anticipation, my body crying out for more.

The car hits another bump, jostling us against the leather seat. Gaston’s hand slides higher, fingers brushing the damp lace of my panties. I gasp at the contact, hips rocking against his hand.

“Gaston, we can’t—” I try to protest, even as my body betrays me, craving his touch.

He silences me with a bruising kiss again, swallowing my words. His fingers dip beneath the lace, stroking me with practiced ease. I whimper against his mouth, back arching.

“You feel so good, mi reina,” Gaston murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve missed this.”

He presses a finger inside me and I shudder, clinging to him. My hips move of their own accord. I should stop this because I’m only setting myself up for heartbreak. But the wine has made me reckless, my inhibitions lowered.

Gaston’s thumb finds my swollen clit, circling it in maddening strokes. Sparks of pleasure ignite within me, coiling tighter with each pass of his fingers.

“Gaston...” I moan, my voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s it, cariña,” he purrs, his breath hot against my ear. “Let go for me.”

I’m teetering on the edge, my body thrumming with need. Just a little more and I’ll?—

The car comes to a sudden stop and Gaston withdraws his hand, leaving me aching and frustrated. I blink at him, chest heaving.

“We’re here,” he murmurs.

We break apart, breathing heavily. Gaston’s eyes are dark with lust as he stares at me.

“I should head in,” I murmur, shifting past him and grabbing the handle to let myself out of the car.

Once on the sidewalk, I turn around to find Gaston has slipped out with me. He places a hand on my hip, pulling me against him. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” he murmurs, lips trailing down my neck. “Goodnight, beautiful, sweet dreams.” With that, he slides back into the back of the car.

I watch the car disappear, still reeling from what just transpired between us. On shaky legs I walk toward the building, my lips still swollen from his kisses. While I glance back to see the taillights disappear into the night, I know I’ve only sunk deeper into Gaston’s intricate web. And the most terrifying part is, some secret part of me doesn’t want to escape him.

30

GASTON

One week since I had Blake writhing beneath me in the back of that car. One torturous week since she slipped from my grasp and I allowed her.

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