Page 93 of Arrogant Playboy

I pull out my phone, as does he, and I show him my social handle. He nods and starts typing it in and a notification pops up on my phone from a new follower, then another notification comes through flashing on my screen.

Daniel: Did you just get that boy’s number?

Rosie: No.

Daniel: Dump the boy. Meet me in the glasshouse in five, we need to talk.

When I look up, Daniel is no longer with his friends. My stomach sinks, what have I done?

“Sorry, my friend just messaged me, they need me for a moment,” I tell Josh.

“All good, stay in touch, yeah?” he says hopefully.

“Sure.” Giving him a small wave, I make my way back through the party and out to the glasshouse on the other side of the garden.

When I make it to the gorgeous glass structure that’s been turned from something for plants into a secret hideaway, he isn’t there. I look around the room, but I don’t see him, it’s dark except for the light glowing in from the party. I stare down at my phone to see what the time is, and the next thing I know, a hand wraps around my mouth and muffles my scream as a hard body presses against me.

“You’re driving me crazy, Rosie.” Daniel’s warm breath brushes against my ear. “Watching you chatting with that boy, moments after I was inside you. Laughing and smiling at him. I saw the way he looked at you with fucking hungry eyes, devouring every inch of your fucking body as if you could be his.” My heart thunders against my chest as panic and something akin to heat pools between my legs. “You’re mine, Rosie. I thought I made that fucking clear in the garden, did I not? I’m not sharing you. Do you understand? This pussy …” he says as a hand snakes around, slides up my slit, and disappears between my thighs. “Open up those fucking legs, I need you to understand.” I shuffle my feet apart, and his fingers find me wet and wanting and slide inside easily. “Fuck, Rose, you’re drenched. Is this turning you on, me restraining you like this?” I nod as his fingers pump inside me, the sound of my slickness echoing in the room, and it is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. “I’m guessing I didn’t make myself clear earlier …” His thumb finds my clit, making my knees want to buckle. “… I want you, Rosie.Only you,”hegrowls, “I’m not sharing you with another. Do you hear me?” he commands. I nod and mumble against his hand. “Good girl, because I’m not through with you, Rosie Hunt, not by a long shot. You understand what I’m saying?” I swallow hard, hearing his demanding words, no one has ever spoken to me like that. “You want to be my little fuck toy, Rose? Where you spend your nights on your knees or sitting on my face?”

My eyes close as his fingers continue to thrust inside me, the tension tightening in my stomach. How is this man able to bring me to orgasm again? Never, not even with my own toy have I been able to come so much.

“I can’t get enough of you. I’m obsessed, Rose.” I think I am becoming that way, too, especially if it means orgasm after orgasm. Then his hand falls from inside me and the sound of his zipper bounces around us, but I’m lost in the darkness, lost in the warmth of his breath against my skin, against the hand over my lips. Every fiber of my body is on high alert, sparking with desire, ready to be ignited at any moment. No, when Daniel commands it, I’m on the edge and only he can take me over. He then pushes my legs apart and I’m so lost in every minute detail that I’m shocked by his sudden thrust into me, filling, stretching. His bare velvety skin against my inner walls has me moaning. “Such a good girl, take me, all of me, and only me,” he commands as he continues to thrust. His hand tightens around my mouth, and it feels so wrong, yet so fucking hot. Fingers dig into my hip as he takes what he wants, what he demands as if I am his to do with as he pleases.Yes.As if something inside of me breaks free from its cage, a wave of power slides over me, that a man like Daniel is losing his mind over someone like me. That I have the power to bring a man like Daniel DuPont to his knees. That if I say to him, I want him to get on his knees and eat me, he would, gladly. I’ve never felt so confident regarding sex before. And the next thing I know, I am meeting him thrust forthrust. “There she is, my Rose is blooming right before my eyes. I knew it was inside of you, secretly hidden away. Take it, all of it, use me, I’m yours.” He moans as I take what I want which is him. My hand slides between my thighs as I start playing with myself. We lose ourselves in the rhythm until we are nothing but white-hot intense pleasure exploding against one another. I swear I see stars, unicorns, Thor, everything as he pushes me over the edge. Nothing but the sound of our panting breaths is around us. Daniel lets his hand over my mouth slide to my hip as he holds himself in me. His teeth sink into my shoulder and the pain sends tiny shock waves over my skin, making us both groan again. “I meant what I said, Rosie, I won’t share, and that means giving your details to another man,” he declares as his lips kiss up my neck. “I think we need to talk,” he says, and it feels like a bucket of ice water has been thrown over the flames, as he pulls himself from me, but before I have a chance to shriek about what I can feel sliding down my thigh, he picks me up, lays me on the sofa, and his face is between my thighs.

“Daniel,” I squeal as I feel his tongue sliding up my thigh, then between my cheeks and through my folds. He places his hand on my stomach and ignores me as he continues to clean me up. How the hell is this man turning me on, again, making my back arch as he sucks on my oversensitive clit. “Fuck,” I moan as my fingers find his hair and tangle in them. He continues until he has me wiggling underneath him again until he pushes me over the edge.

He removes himself from between my legs with a satisfied grin, he wipes his mouth against his tuxedo jacket and positions himself on the sofa as if he didn’t just devour me. “Let’s talk,” he says. Sitting up and pulling myself together, I shake my head trying to get my bearings again. “I’m going to be honest now, Rosie. I won’t shy away from that truth anymore. We’ve been messing around for months now, and I want to continue to fuckyou. Every single night. At the end of a long day, I want to come home and see your face and slide my cock into your mouth or put my lips on your cunt and then take you up to my bath and let the bubbles engulf us. I want you to pad around my home wearing one of my shirts. I like you falling asleep on the sofa during the football in my arms. I also want you to be my plus one for events. I want to bring you to couple’s dinner every week with my friends, and I want us to go on double dates with Emily and Louis. I want you in my world not as a secret but as my partner.”

Oh.

“I want us to have a label, I want to be your boyfriend,” he declares.

Well damn.

“You don’t have to answer me tonight, but I want you to think about if you would be okay building a future with me.” This wasn’t at all what I thought he was going to ask. I’m shocked. “You have given me hope that my heart isn’t dead, Rosie,” he says, reaching out and cupping my face. He doesn’t know that there isn’t any hope for us because I’m leaving. “I won’t push for an answer, but I’ll wait for however long you need.” My heart is doing somersaults in my chest, no one has ever declared their feelings for me like this before, and honestly, I want to say fuck it but … I can’t because, in the end, we are just going to break up because I am moving halfway across the world. Daniel then gives me a wide smile. “Now you, Rose, have well and truly fucked me. Never in my life have I had so much sex at a friend’s birthday party.” He grins. “Come on, let’s pretend I haven’t fucked you sideways all night.”

35

DANIEL

Okay.

I went off script earlier in the night asking Rosie to be my girlfriend. I’ve had enough of us hiding what is happening between us. I want the world to know she’s mine. I want what my friends have. I didn’t think I would ever be ready for that … until her.

I spent the rest of the night sitting with the boys, watching our girls dance and have fun. Knowing my friends have accepted her so willingly makes my earlier declaration the right thing. Having Rosie by my side at family dinners, birthdays, and holidays feels right. Images of us hosting dinner parties in my home or entertaining on the weekends down at the cottage. Flashes of a life I never thought I would want but now it is all I can think about.

“Saw Rosie and that young guy swapping details.” Alistair smirks taking a sip of his drink.

“And?”

“Then you stormed off and I didn’t see you for a bit, and come to think about it, I didn’t see Rosie, either.” He chuckles.

“What’s your point?”

“No, point just an observation,” he turns looking at me, “you know it’s okay to say, I like her.”

“I love her.” The words are out before I get a chance to register what I’ve said.

Shit.

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