Page 97 of Cruel Fate

“You are so beautiful,” I say, brushing my fingers over her bare shoulder.

“I hope you always think so.”

“I know I will.”

Kissing her, I cuddle her to me, and she leans against my chest. Her heels give her a couple more inches, and I don’t have to bend so far to keep her lips captive by mine.

I boost her onto the balustrade and step between her legs. Her skirt is higher in the front, and it gives me access to the treasure between her legs. I nibble her jaw, and my fingers seek out her tender pussy. She’s tight and wet, and I gently caress her, moving my finger in and out in languid strokes. It turns me on I have the power to make her so hot, and my cock hardens. I rub her clit, and she moans into my ear.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” she whispers.

“Too late,” I say, and I swirl my fingers over the sensitive nub until she tenses, bearing down on my hand. Pressing her face into my neck, she comes, shuddering.

“God, I love making you do that,” I say, straightening her panties. I move my hand from beneath her dress and lick the sweet cum off my fingers.

Her orgasm gave the apples of her cheeks a pretty pink color, and musk and perspiration scents her skin. I wish I could ram my cock into her right now, but we don’t have time. We’ve already been missing for longer than we should.

I cradle her face in my hands. Her eyes are bright, love and the promise of an amazing future brimming in the blue pools. I couldn’t agree more, and I nuzzle her mouth with mine. “I will always love you, Stella,” I whisper, a tidal wave of emotion clogging my throat. “Don’t forget my heart will always be yours to have and keep safe.”

She rests her warm palms against my cheeks. “I love you, Zane. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you, to be there for you.”

“That’s my girl. Come on. We better go mingle.”

“Let me use the restroom first. I’ll find you in a few minutes, okay?”

I’ll always miss her when she’s not with me, but I know she needs to clean up. Stella comes hard, and her panties are soaked.

I press a hard kiss to her lips. “Be quick.”

Holding the door open, I watch her scurry across the dance floor toward a corridor alongside the ballroom. Ash and Zarah are gone, probably having a quickie like Stella and me.

A gaggle of giggling girls surrounds Sergio Cardello, but his eyes roam the ballroom searching for someone else. I bet I know who, too.

Clayton and Willow are standing across the ballroom near an ice sculpture replica of our building. They’re speaking to Delilah Cook, the wife of Minnesota’s Republican senator Rourke Cook, Vance Huxley, King’s Crossing’s mayor, his wife, and a few other big shots. Zarah went all out in more ways than one.

At our table, Nigel and Helena sit with two couples who have just arrived.

I grab a fresh drink at the bar and join their group while I wait for Stella to come back.

She never does.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Stella

Zarah didn’t show me this part of the Lyndhurst. In fact, I don’t know if there are restrooms down this hallway, but Zane didn’t stop me. I must be going in the right direction. I find one around a corner, the room marked so discretely I almost miss it.

The brightly lit lavatory smells like raspberries, and I choose the handicapped stall wanting the wider space. I need to pull my dress up higher than normal—I don’t want my train to fall into the toilet.

I’m wet and swollen, and I wipe, my clit quivering against the soft toilet paper.

He’s in a good mood, and I wish we could have made love in the garden. I want to please him as much as he does me.

I finish and step to the other side of the stall before lowering my dress.

While I wash my hands, I study my reflection. My lip gloss is gone and my eyeliner is smeared, but my eyes sparkle and my face is flushed. It’s the look of a woman in love, and I definitelyam. I can’t wait to get back to Zane’s side and spend the rest of the evening holding his hand and letting him introduce me to all the other guests who have come for the second cocktail hour. I think Zane and Zarah know everyone in the city.

I hurry down the plushly carpeted hallway, but I’m turned around and by mistake don’t go the direction I came. I’m lost, and I stumble upon a grand staircase that leads to the sleeping rooms on the second floor. I search for a wall plaque that will tell me which way to go to reach the ballroom.

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