Page 28 of Vengeful Seduction
Each movement I made was very careful, though. I didn’t want to hurt her, and she’d never had anything inside of her before. If there had been any doubt remaining, it would have been completely banished.
To be as tight as she was, she pretty much had to be a virgin.
With my thumb, I found her clit, and I fucked her gently with just the one finger as I rubbed her.
Her brilliant eyes were almost wild as she moved under me. I could tell the tension was gathering in her body again and I kissed her to encourage her to let loose.
I wanted her utterly addicted to the orgasms I could give her. It wasn’t a logical thing. But when she came apart in my arms, when she gasped and moaned and clung to me as pleasure wracked her body, I felt a great sense of satisfaction that had nothing to do with the plan.
“Oh, David,” she moaned as she dug her nails into my arms, holding tightly to me as her body erupted once more under my touch. Her walls contracted on my finger, and she got ever wetter than she had been as cum gushed out of her. She’d had enough for one night.
I smiled at her and kissed her gently, just one more time. Better to leave her wanting more, I figured. But that meant ignoring my own throbbing cock, which was fighting with my brain to let it have some much-needed relief—relief I would not be giving it. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her off.
“I’ll see you soon,” I murmured, leaving a kiss just behind her ear. And then I left her lying on the bed, deliciously rumpled. I couldn’t help but look back a few times, just to drink in the sight of her.
“I’ll be waiting.” She looked satisfied, I couldn’t help but notice. She kissed her fingers, then waved goodbye.
If I kept this up, it would be absolutely no problem at all to get whatever I wanted from her. I would allow her to lose herself in a daze of eroticism, let her romantic self take over, and then she would let herself get swept up. Before I knew it, I would be inside of her, and then she would be mine.
A woman like her, I knew, would give herself completely to the first person she slept with. Once we were married, I would shut her out, and then she’d give herself the same way to Brent.
It was all going to plan. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Brent and I would have what we wanted within the year. I was absolutely sure of it.
If only I could keep myself from falling for her.
When I’d planned this out, I hadn’t expected this. I hadn’t thought I could end up actually liking this young woman.
She was getting to me with her sweetness and her beauty and her kind heart—with the noises she made as she came and with the way she looked at me like she thought I could do no wrong.
A guy could get used to it, but not, I was determined, this guy. I wasn’t the type to be taken in by a woman—any woman.
As long as I was careful, this was still going to work out fine. She believed me. She believed I was nothing more than a guy who wanted to date her and try to build something with her.
This was going to end up being like taking candy from a baby, wasn’t it? I smiled grimly to myself as I left her, shutting her bedroom door carefully behind me.
It was just going to involve a little bit more willpower than I had originally thought. No big deal. I would just hold onto my anger about being cut out of my grandfather’s will.
As long as I could keep the burning anger fresh and vivid in my mind, I was sure I could keep myself from doing anything really stupid. It wasn’t in my nature to fall in love. Sure, Kaye had surprised me with her cheerful nature, but I wasn’t going to let myself lose everything now.
Newly determined, I left her house, jumped in my car, and very decidedly did not look back.
The woman was creeping into my heart—a place she did not belong.
Chapter 8
Kaye
I was pretty sure my bones had actually dissolved entirely. Either that, or my muscles had turned completely to jelly. Either way, I was in no shape to move. For a long time I just lay on my back, grinning like an idiot.
I’d finally had an orgasm!
Not one, but two. And all because David affected me like no other man ever had.
In all honesty, I didn’t want to move. Not right away. I could still feel his lips against mine, as though they had imprinted there. I could still feel the warmth of his hands on me and his lips as they licked at my most sensitive area.
Of course, I was sad he had left me. I would have loved to have had him stay for the night, holding me, kissing me, and maybe touching me intimately again.
Maybe that was the biggest reason it was good he had left. If he had stayed, would I have been able to resist him?
