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I open my eyes, staring at our reflection in the mirror. “Then I won’t allow another woman to touch you.”
He pauses mid-kiss, meeting my gaze with a brutish smirk. “Jealousy looks beautiful on you.”
“I never said I was jealous.”
Aston moves his hand toward the base of my neck, keeping me locked in this position. With his eyes still focused on the mirror, he brings his lips to my earlobe.
“So, Viviana getting down on her knees and begging to take me in doesn’t make you jealous at all?”
My chest rises and falls rapidly, making it difficult to respond. Inside my stomach, a swirl of desire threatens to take my entire body into meltdown mode, warning me my next move is dangerous.
“Does me getting down on my knees begging to take the doctor in make you jealous?”
Aston presses against my ass, his hard cock only making me more turned on.
I’m no longer in denial; his shaft isbig.
“Sweetheart, the only cock you’ll be taking in is mine. You understand me?”
I purse my lips together, then tease, “And who says my body belongs to you?”
His lips angle into a wicked grin as his hand moves toward the hem of my dress. I suck in a breath, forcing myself not to combust as he nears the edge of my panties.He wouldn’t dare, not here inside his parents’ home with his entire family sitting inside the dining room waiting for us.
“The biggest mistake you can make, Miss Woods, is questioning my authority,” he rumbles.
His hand moves in the opposite direction from my thighs to the belt holding my dress together. In a swift move, he tugs on the knot and exposes my bra and panties. A slight growl escapes his lips as his eyes burn with desire, admiring my body.
I follow his every move. The way his hand shifts to my neck to hold me in place, his other hand gliding back down into my white lace panties. The moment his fingers rub against my clit, I let out a moan.
“Be a good girl and keep very quiet,” he warns, glancing briefly at the door. “We wouldn’t want to be caught, now would we?”
I can’t even think straight, let alone string together a sentence.
Ashton’s fingers dive inside me, sending me into a delicious trance. I close my eyes, momentarily lost in his scent, allowing it to intoxicate my senses.
My body shivers in anticipation, and upon opening my eyes, I see the turmoil in his reflection as he slowly slides another finger inside of me.
Another moan accidentally passes my lips, forcing Aston to cover my mouth with his hand. “I warned you to be quiet.” He pushes in more as I scream into his hand. My thoughts are incoherent, desperate to push the boundaries. “Good girl. Now look at me.”
His tortured gaze is enough to push me over the edge.
I’m falling into a beautiful abyss, struggling to control my body. I buckle in his embrace, tightening my grip on his wrist while I ride out the most intense orgasm I have ever had.
It takes me several moments to gather my composure and control my ragged breaths, only for him to remove his fingers from inside me and turn me around so we’re face-to-face.
He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks on them with ease. “You taste just how I imagined.”
In a bold move, I take his fingers and bring them to my mouth, sucking on them as well. The scent of my arousal lingers between us, only making me want more.
With a roguish smirk, he rubs his thumb against my lip. “Next time, you’ll be taking me into this beautiful mouth of yours.”
What is he doing to me?
And the frightening thing is, I know there will be a next time.
CHAPTER 17
Aston
