Page 30 of Let Me
She shifts a little, exposing more of her back to me.
Three more steps and I’m right behind her.
Without warning her, I reach a hand around her, cover her mouth. She struggles, just for a moment. But when I jerk her body in front of mine, pressing her ass against me, she stills.
She knows it’s me.
We stand just like that, me covering her mouth with one hand, the other wrapped low around her waist, closing any space that might be between us. I feel her breathe beneath me, and my fingers dig into her waist, into the thin fabric of her dress.
She never used to wear dresses.
As I hold her here, in my hands, I think of how much I despise her. How much she took from me. And yet I can’t let go. Right now, I can’t let go.
I lean over her, my lips to her ear.
“Are you scared, Riley?”
She shakes her head.
“Tell me,” I whisper. “Tell me you aren’t scared.”
She starts to speak, but I press my hand tighter against her lips, and she stops.
“Answer me, Riley,” I taunt her.
She squirms against me, and I feel my cock harden. I press into her ass, feel her push back. I can’t keep the smirk off of my face, and I’m glad she can’t see me in the dark. It’s bad enough she can feel what she still does to me.
My hand over her dress moves lower, until I feel her smooth, soft skin beneath my fingers. I squeeze her thigh and I hear her whimper, her breath against my hand.
“Do you like that?” I ask her, and she nods.
My fingers crawl up her skin, until they’re between her thighs, right over her lace panties, and she presses into my cock again.
I bite back a groan.
I’ve tried other women. I’ve tried to move on. I really, really have. No one can say I didn’t. Being my dad’s son has always afforded me certain privileges and being the CEO of a rising tech company has given me many more. Women like money. Hell,everyonelikes money. They like power, too. And fame. I’ve used it all, tried to fuck my way past her.
It hasn’t worked.
It’s so quiet around us, so dark. No one except Benji would hear her moans here. No one else would hear her scream my name. I briefly wonder where he is, but I’m so wrapped up in her, I don’t dwell on it. If he sees, he sees. It wouldn’t be the first time he saw me fucking a woman.
I spread her legs with my hand, position one away from the other.
“Don’t move,” I command, and she stills in my arms.
My hand moves down from her mouth to her throat, and she whimpers again. I clamp down hard against her neck, and she’s silent.
My tongue finds her skin and I’m sucking it between my teeth, that hollow between her neck and her shoulder, and she arches her back. She smells so good. I bite down, hard.
“Don’tmove,” I say again, my voice barely more than a growl, lips moving over her skin.
She obeys me.
I fucking love when she obeys me.
I slip my fingers beneath the lace of her panties, imagine what she thought when she put them on. Would she have gone home with that guy I saw her grinding against at the club?
Without bothering to warn her, to prepare her, my fingers find the slickness of her wet, bare pussy, and I trail down past her swollen clit, down until I push one finger inside of her, and feel her clench around me.
