Page 4 of All My Broken Pieces

She stares at me for several beats before bursting into laughter.

My mind returns to the present, watching the two with hawk eyes.

If he did something again, Iwillchop off his balls.

Chuckling at my furious state, Arriana runs her hands down my body. “I love when you get all protective.” She murmurs, placing a kiss on my throat. “No need for the claws though,mi vida.”

I shiver at the term, still having just as strong of an effect on me now as the first time she used it.

“I simply meant that you are the most exquisite creature in this whole place.” She hums on a breath as she nuzzles my neck. Her hot breath against my skin has a shiver running down my spine.

I suck in a breath when she flicks out her tongue. The sensation of her subtly licking up my throat has me clutching the champagne flute in my hand.

“No offense to the lovebirds,” Arriana whispers, her lips brushing against my skin. “Butyouare the star tonight.”

I gasp as her fingers drift across my hip, brushing over the spot between my legs that is screaming for attention. “Ar-Arriana, we can’t.” My protest is barely a whisper, the need building inside so distracting I can hardly think of the words to stop her.

“Oh baby,” She chuckles, brushing my hair back and running her nose along my jaw. “We can and we will.”

Before I can protest again, she releases her hold on me, pulling an involuntary whimper from my throat at the sudden loss. Her husky laugh fills my ears, sending a thrill down my spine.

A smirk lifts her lips as she notices my shudder. The devilish look in her eyes has my stomach flipping and I try to subtly shift my legs to alleviate some of the growing pressure. “Here, let me help you.” Arriana slips her hand into mine, leading me through the throng of guests.

My heart beats erratically in my chest as we cross the room. I can imagine just what Arriana has in mind, and I want nothing more than to beg her to do just that. But as we pass by the officiant, who stayed long enough to snag some food, a familiar wave of guilt and shame wells up.

This is wrong.

Before I can get too lost in the thought, Arriana drags me into the bathroom. She flicks the lock shut behind her before turning toward me, her eyes on fire as she slowly walks us across the tiled room. My fluttering heart stops when my hips bump against the sink counter, the cool surface sending a thrill downmy spine as the thin fabric of my dress does little to guard against the chill.

Arriana gently takes the glass still clutched in my hand, her fingers brushing against my skin. A jolt sparks at our connection, my oversensitized nerve endings lighting on fire at her gentle touch. Reaching behind me, she sets the champagne flute down.

I gulp as her chest brushes against mine with the movement, the sensation nearly too much. A persistent nagging tries to break past my overwhelming need, a reminder of where we are and what this moment promises to be.

My eyes dart toward the door, needing the confirmation that it’s locked. The thrill of possibly being caught is at war with the shame I feel at my excitement.

We shouldn’t.

Before I can voice my defeated thought out loud, I glance back at Arriana and find the words get caught in my throat.

Her heated gaze trails down my body, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. “Te necesito, mi vida.” She murmurs, her voice almost pained.

I don’t know Spanish, not really. But the way she says the words, I don’t need to. Because I know. And something about the desperation in her tone has the guilt fading away.

“Please.” I beg, reaching for her as I give in to my own carnal desires.

In an instant she’s on me, pushing my hips back against the counter, her mouth slamming against mine. We groan into each other, a desperate need funneling into the shared connection.

Arriana breaks the kiss, trailing her lips down my neck and chest. Hovering over my breast, she takes my pebbled nipple in her mouth, biting down hard over the fabric. I gasp, lifting my hips into her. “Please.” I beg again, lost in the sensation of her hot breath and warm tongue gliding across my covered chest.

I bite back the disappointed noise as she sinks to her knees, the momentary loss of connection almost too much. My disappointment is quickly morphed into nervous anticipation as she grips the hem of my dress, slowly pushing the fabric up to my waist.

“Baby,” She groans, her eyes hyper focused on the space between my thighs. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

I can’t stop the smirk that lifts my lips at her strangled words. Despite my earlier protests, I might have gone commando on purpose, hoping for a little fun later.

Glancing up at me, Arriana’s eyes are on fire with the desire burning within her. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,mi vida.” On the last word, she leans forward and flicks her tongue on my clit.

I cry out, digging my fingers into her hair as she proceeds to devour my pussy.

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