Page 64 of The Forbidden
Gripping her hips, I grind into her, letting her feel what she does to me. A gasp falls from her pouty lips. “I’m playing with you, Anais. Do you want me to play with you, Brat?” I question, finally lifting my head to see her eyes.
She stares at me with lust filled eyes. Her lips part, and she nods. “Are you going to run away after I come?”
It’s a fair question, considering my track record. But this time, I’m not sure I can leave.
“No Brat, I don’t think I will.”
The relieved look on her expression makes my chest tighten.
She steps forward, smirking up at me. “Then show me what you’ve got,Boss.”
With a growl, I lift her and throw her down on the bed. She squeals, laughing as she pushes her hair away from her face. I climb on the fresh black comforter, crawling between her thighs, pushing the material of her dress up her silky-smooth legs as I go. She watches me with rapt attention, her breathing turning harsh. She licks those full lips, and my cock turns to steel.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re aroused, Brat.”
She blinks, her teeth digging into her lip, her voice soft when she whispers. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” My thumbs graze the outline of her panties, and her breath hitches. “Are you wet for me?” When she nods, my smirk deepens. “Just me?” I want clarification. Another nod. I groan, pushing past the material, feeling just how much she wants me. I run my pointer finger down her slit, circling her tight wet hole. Her breath hitches, hips lifting. “You’re soaked,” I groan, pushing one finger inside her.
Anais tenses. She’s so fucking tight I briefly wonder if she’s a virgin, only to shake the thought away. There’s no way. Not a chance in hell. Not only does she look like every man’s wet dream, but she’s in college. People don’t stay virgins in college. Hell, my friends and I fucked different women most weeks when we were in school.
I pull my finger out of her, smirking at the frustration leaking onto her expression. “Why’d you stop?”
Bringing my finger to my mouth, I suck it inside, my tongue wrapping around the digit and licking up every bit of her arousal. Her eyes pop wide, dilating with so much lust my cock leaks. Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever had this kind of visceral reaction to a woman before. A warning beacon goes off inside my head. It feels like more than attraction. It feels like she belongs to me… I shake the thought from my head.
Then I demand. “Take off the dress and panties. I want you naked and laid out for me. Spread those legs wide and show me what’s mine, Brat. I’m hungry, and this evening, you’re my feast.”
Anais shudders, her hands trembling as she reaches down and grabs at the hem of her dress. I push up onto my knees watching as she lifts her hips and slowly drags the dress up her body and over her head, throwing it to the floor. Her tits bounce free, and for the first time, I get a good look at them. Full, round, and the perfect size for me to cradle in my hands.
My gaze flicks to the noticeable wet spot staining her panties. She’s fucking soaking the fabric. I groan. “Remove them but keep your heels on.”
She swallows, hesitating. My head cocks, and I study her face. And I see it. The flicker of doubt, nerves. What the hell? I would never force her or any woman into something they didn’t want. It’s been obvious during our times together, Anais wants this, wants me.
But in my lust filled fog, did I read her wrong?
“Anais,” I say, drawing her attention to me. “If you don’t want to do this…” I trail off.
Her eyes widen in shock. She shakes her head. “I do. I’ve never wanted anything more.” She blurts, her chest, neck and cheeks turning pink.
“Okay,” I say slowly. “So, what’s going on? Why the nerves? I know you’re not a virgin.” Her breathing shallows. She blinks. Swallows. Licks her lips. I squint, realization hitting me. I fly off the bed. “Oh fuck. You are,” I blurt, stunned. “You’re a virgin.”
She scrambles forward, grabbing at my shirt. “It doesn’t change anything. I want you Evan. Only you. My virginity… it was always meant to be yours,” she says, so softly I almost miss it.
I run a hand through my hair, glaring down at her. “Fuck, Anais. You should give it to someone special, someone who’ll treat you right. Not me.”
“But I want you,” she insists.
“I won’t go easy on you,” I throw back.
“Don’t want you to.”
“And don’t expect a relationship once I’ve fucked you. I don’t do girlfriends.” I warn.
She crawls closer, nipping at my chin, then she brushes her lips against mine.
“Don’t want to be your girlfriend,” she sasses, rolling her eyes. She’s lying. I see it in her eyes. That alone should be enough to put a stop to it, to walk away, but the feral need thrumming through my veins overpowers all common sense.
“I thought all women expected hearts and flowers from the man they give their virginity to?” I drawl, my voice filled with sardonic amusement.
