Page 39 of Keeping The Virgin

Chapter 13

With my girlfriend lessons over,Cage sits in silence next to me on the limo ride home. I know exactly what I did wrong in the art gallery, and I think he knows that I didn’t just make a mistake when I cuddled up to him in front of Jennifer, his associate or whatever.

I did it on purpose because the lines got blurred. I’m getting in too deep.

The moment we get back into his apartment, he icily closes the door behind us. I face him in the entry. Neither of us says a word.

I can hear my heartbeat echoing everywhere inside of me as things get more intense. Finally, I’m the one who talks first. “Thank you for wining and dining and romancing me, Cage, but I need my beauty sleep.”

I take off down the hallway. He follows me, unhurried, although his tone is rough.

“What did you think you were doing back there?”

“Being your girlfriend. Wasn’t that what I was supposed to be doing?”

“You know damned well what the expectations were. Igor Vasiliev won’t appreciate public displays of affection or classless behavior like that.”

I turn the corner into my room. “Then exchange me for a more perfect model! Girlfriend 2.0!”

On my way across the thick carpet, I take off one heel, then the other. Then I go to the walk-in closet and flick on the light to illuminate the rows of hanging clothes, shoe racks, and wide drawers.

Just as I’m about to return the shoes to their place, Cage fills the entrance.

I turn to look at him, and his gaze burns into me. My pulse quavers.

His tie, collar, and jacket are undone. He’s hot and cold, both temperatures dominating me already.

“Never walk away from me,” he says with controlled heat.

“God, Cage.” I sound so brave. “One second you’re pushing me away, the next you’re hauling me back in. Which is it?”

The darkness returns in him with a dangerous flash in his eyes, and I suck in a breath. Fright and excitement—I don’t know which I’m feeling. But as he takes a step forward, my nerves get the better of me, and I throw a shoe at him.

The heel thuds off of his hard chest, and he merely looks down at where it lands on the floor, then back at me.

The darkness is seething in him now. My blood is boiling and dancing.

He takes another step toward me, and I let the other shoe fly.

This time he easily lifts his arm to dodge it.

“If you’re going to be a baby and throw things, you better improve your aim, Karini.”

“You’re such a prick.”

“Don’t you think,” he says tightly, “that you’re the one who should be punished for tonight, not me?”

Based on what happened between us last night, I think I know what kind of punishment he means, and my pussy clenches. Yes, please show me a lesson just like that…

He must see the permission in my eyes and in the eager way I can hardly breathe, because he pounces, using one hand to tear at the front of my dress, ripping it and making me stumble and gasp. A shot of heat juices my pussy.

I look down at the shreds of black lace on me, then suck in another breath as he tears at more of the dress.

I stand there with my strapless bra and matching black panties exposed, fighting for air while my clit pounds.

Cage is devouring me with his gaze. The sheer size of him arouses me beyond all reason, and I thoughtlessly reach for him, grasping his shirt and yanking it out of his trousers. I do it so hard that buttons pop off.

Punish me for that! I think as he keeps eating me up with his gaze. Do it!

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