Page 59 of The Keeper

The part I’d buried snapped fully awake. And it was famished. The ottoman wasn’t far from the chair at all. In fact, my knees rubbed against it when I leaned forward to flatten my palms on it.

Our faces were close. Almost level. Her lips parted ever so slightly.

“Do you know what that means, Victoria? I can do whatever I want to you, wherever I want. Hike your dress up minutes before a press conference, spread your legs wide until your cunt is exposed and shag you until you can’t walk. Fuck you against the wall outside the Black Rose. Take you to one of Bennet’s parties and fuck you in the library so hard my friends will hear you scream my name. Bend you over my lap and spank your ass until your eyes water and you come so hard you’ll forget everything except the sting of my hand on your skin.”

I stood up, tilting her chin so she looked at me. “Do you still want me untamed?”

She stared at me with hungry emerald eyes and an even hungrier mouth. “Yes, please,” she said hoarsely.

“Stand up,” I ordered.

She complied without hesitation, swallowing hard. I moved closer, fisting my hand in her hair and kissing her. Our tongues met in a coil of dirty, silky promises.

I pulled the zipper on the back of her dress down and unclasped her bra. “Undress. But keep your heels on.”

Dark red hair fell around her shoulders in messy waves as she reached behind her back. Her eyes drowned in lust when she dropped the bra and dress to the floor. She kept her blue lace panties on which will have to be dealt with shortly.

But my knees still weakened because fuck all she’s perfect. I’d seen her naked only a few nights ago but the lights were dim and we were too busy shagging like mad for me to really appreciate how gorgeous she truly is. The fullness of her breasts. The ivory-pale skin. The dark pink nipples already peaked and raw. Her supple, soft stomach and the kind of hips meant for grasping.

Perfect and curved and mine.

A spark of mischief filled her eyes.

I tilted my head. “What?”

“I want to undress you. Do I need your permission?”

I smirked, sliding my hands in my pockets. “I’m not undressing.” Her face fell. “But I’ll allow you to unbutton my shirt. That’s all.”

I remained still while she loosened the buttons. Similar to when we stood on the sidewalk, she placed open-mouthed kisses on my chest.

Only this time, she moved lower.

I clenched my hands when she went to her knees and unbuckled my pants.

“That’s not what I told you to do.”

A coy smile curled her lips. “I know. Am I in trouble?”

Oh fuck me. She wants this. And she knows exactly what she’s doing. That’s a massive turn on.

“Yes,” I growled. “You’re in trouble. Don’t move.”

When I started to walk behind her, she reached up and cupped my dick. I exhaled sharply. Her feisty defiance affected me in ways I didn’t know existed. I looked around the room. The ottoman was too low.

Oh, wait.

I sat in the chair. Smiling to myself, I finished unbuckling my pants, lowering them and my boxer briefs enough to free my aching cock. One hand went in my hair. I fisted myself with the other.

Victoria watched with great intensity while I stroked myself hard and rough.

The pink of her tongue darted out for a quick lick.

Fuck. Those soft lips.

They’d feel so much better on me than my own hand.

Her hand would feel better on me.

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