Page 58 of Past Due

Chapter Fifteen

Mom?

Are you okay?

Please!

Message me!

Or call!

I’m worried about you!

Still smiling after my conversation with Aston, I slipped a pair of borrowed earrings through my pierced lobes and checked my reflection in the mirror over the double vanity. Rina’s jewelry collection rivaled her clothing hoard in quality and taste. I hadn’t even tried to decline the handful of golden pieces she had thrust at me earlier. I had quickly learned that it was easier to go along with what she wanted—which I had a lot of practice with considering my lifelong friendship with Aston.

To say Aston had been excited to hear my news was an understatement. My ear drum still hurt after her high-pitched shriek. Poor Ben had come running in from another room, terrified she was being attacked. Even though she couldn’t be here for the ceremony, we had decided I would stream it on my phone so she could be part of it from faraway.

A low, appreciative whistle drew my attention. Besian appeared in the doorway of the bathroom and leaned against the frame. His hungry gaze raked my body, taking in the plunging neckline of the black dress and the scandalously high hem that bared my goose bite, now craftily concealed beneath Rina’s expertly applied makeup. The strappy heels Rina had given me were half a size too big, but I hoped they wouldn’t cause too much discomfort by the end of the night.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Besian said, pushing off the frame and stalking toward me. “You’re staying right here with me.”

“Stop.” I giggled as he backed me up against the marble vanity. He trapped me there, his hands on either side of my hips and leaned in to kiss me. “Careful,” I warned. “My lipstick.”

“All right,” he murmured and skipped my mouth altogether. He skimmed playful kisses along my cheek and down my neck. He tangled his long fingers in the loose waves of my hair and tilted my head to the side, baring my throat to his sensual attack. I gasped when he scraped his teeth over my skin and then sucked hard. My hands flew to his shoulders, and I held on for dear life at the wicked sensations he evoked. “Besian!”

He let go of my neck, just briefly, and licked the spot he had lightly bruised. Before I could catch my breath, he latched onto another spot, a little lower, and marked me again. I scratched my nails along his scalp, not hard enough to hurt but enough to get his attention. “Is this your way of staking your claim?”

He grunted against my skin and laved the red marks. “Maybe.”

“There are less animalistic ways.” Even as I weakly protested his possessive behavior, I squeezed my thighs together, trying to quell the throbbing ache building there.

“Like a diamond ring?”

I laughed at the reminder of our discussion in the car. “Yeah, like a diamond ring.”

“A ring is nice,” he murmured against my neck, “but not as fun as this.”

He wasn’t wrong. I gasped when his hands moved under the short tight skirt and shoved the fabric up around my waist. The only thing I wore that belonged to me was the pair of seamless black panties he now seemed intent on ridding me of as quickly as possible.

He sank down to knees in front of me, pulling my panties down to my knees and cupped my ass in both hands. He pressed teasing kisses on my mound and then slipped his tongue between my labia. I shuddered at the shock of his tongue swirling around my clit and gripped the edge of the vanity. “Besian!”

He groaned against my pussy and licked a little faster. When he sucked on my clit, I nearly died, rocking my hips against his face and praying my legs weren’t about to give out on me. He fluttered his tongue over my pulsing clit and then sucked it again, making my legs shake and my heart race.

Without warning, he stopped. I moaned and tried to bring his mouth back to my body, cupping the back of his head and pulling him forward. He laughed in that dark, teasing way of his. “No.”

“Yes!” I panted, desperate for him to continue. “Please.”

Shaking his head, Besian gave my pussy a single, noisy kiss before tugging my underwear back into place. Looking up at me, he said, “If you’re very good and you stay out of trouble tonight, I’ll let you sit on my face when you get back.”

My jaw dropped at his filthy offer. I gulped as heat flared in my core as I imagined doing just that. “I’ll wake up the whole house,” I warned, thinking of how much noise I made when he did wicked things to me.

“I hope so,” he said with a smirk.

“You’re terrible.”

“And you love me for it.”

“Yes,” I admitted, still shaking inside. My body was flushed with arousal, and I knew Rina would take one look at my face and realize something naughty had happened between her uncle and me.

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