Page 25 of Bitter Desire
Right. A book. My girl was always reading something when she had the time. “Sure, thing, princess.”
She snorted at my response but didn’t say anything else as we walked forward into the large venue. The place was full of others, everyone here was dressed well, the woman in dresses similar to Honey’s but nothing that came close to touching her. She was set apart from them, standing out in a way that drew in other’s just the same as it did to me. Everything here, the fancy waiters, the silver trays of champagne, the golden light cast by the chandelier, even the classical music, an orchestra was playing in the next room, was nothing compared to her. It was all black and white. The details of the day that had about as much going for it as the boilerplate contracts I had to triple check before sending on. That shit was boring. Expected.
But Honey? She was a slash of color and realness against all of that.
“You didn’t answer me about my dress. Is it okay?”
I exhaled in a soft breath. What did she mean did I think her dress was okay?
She was singular, all dark hair curled and loose, the waves and length of it making me want to run my fingers through it, but I knew if I did there’d be hell to pay. She wore the red dress she’d liked from earlier. It was a good dress, floor length and strapless. The swell of her breasts brought my eyes to her tits and I had to concentrate on not dragging her right back out of the building we had just entered and to the cabin. Taylor was still out front, and I knew if I did reappear with Honey in tow he’d drive us where I wanted, though from how good she looked I might just fuck her right where he’d parked. I blew out a deep breath, focusing on where we were. Honey would let me do that. If I wanted her, Honey would spread her legs for me with an eager smile. She’d scream and cry for me, her pussy sweet as anything as she came for me in the parking lot of this place. But that wasn’t what we were here for. I’d brought her here to take her out, and that was what I was going to give her, though after…
AfterI was going to ruin her makeup and tear this dress right off her body.
After,I was going to stuff her so full of my dick that she felt me the next day.
After,I was going to have her orgasming on my dick and screaming my name until she was hoarse. Whether that happened in the car or back at the cabin, I didn’t really fucking care, so long as it happened.
“You look beautiful. Perfect, princess,” I told her, voice gruff. Honey smiled and I felt that shit in my chest. She was perfect. My perfect fucking princess.
A man walking by glanced our way, but I didn’t miss the double take he did of Honey, his eyes falling right where I’d just been looking. His dark eyes were glued to her flesh when he took a step in her direction, looking like he was going to approach her. My blood boiled at the sight of it. What the hell was this shit? This didn’t happen in a place like this, with the damn ball Honey gushed about going on around us. I could understand a man appreciating a good looking woman from afar, but this asshole wasn’t being respectful. Not with the lust I saw on his face when he came closer to Honey. He was almost in her space now, not even trying to hide the fact that he was trying to see what my girl looked like under the dress she wore.
“It’s so pretty here! What kind of show do you think we’re seeing in a place like this? I didn’t think this was a theater, you know?” Honey was chattering away happily, turning and craning her neck to take in the high ceilings and glittering decorations of the mansion we’d just walked into. It was true that I hadn't seen a damn thing signaling this was a theater, but there had been a valet and the place was decked out to the nines in a way that had transformed the insides into the kind of posh and upscale setting I liked to see Honey in. She belonged in places and spaces that were luxurious, wearing the very fucking best and on my arm.
I moved, putting my arm around Honey’s waist and bringing her into my side, aiming a glare at the fucker. I would have said something but I didn’t feel like bursting the bubble Honey was in. She was happy and excited. I was going to keep her that way but let this piece of shit know his place. Our eyes met and he ducked his head immediately, turning on his heel and vanishing into the crowd around us. My jaw clenched and I stared after him, refusing to take a step when Honey moved. If I did I didn’t trust myself not to head after him.
“What is it?” Honey asked, a hand going to my arm.
“Nothing, princess.”
She was silent but then reached down and gave her skirt a little shake of her hand, the red shimmery material of it dancing in the golden light of the room. “You really like my dress?” she asked.
My eyes left the crowd the man had disappeared into and I focused on Honey and her dress. It was a beautiful dress. The cut of the dress Honey had chosen was a lot less daring than all the other dresses Addie had bought for Honey, and I was thankful. I’d nearly had a fucking heart attack looking them over after Honey had made her choice and started to get ready for our evening out. There was a dark plum number I swore didn’t have more than a fucking scrap of lace keeping the whole thing together. If she’d picked that thing I would have had to do a lot more than stare down the asshole trying to peek down her top.
I was going to have to talk to Addie about that, even if I was sure she’d just ignore me.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like seeing my girl in low cut and high hemmed numbers, but I had a problem with other people seeing her that way. Looking at her like she was nothing more than tits and ass, when there was so much more to my beautiful girl.
“I love your dress,” I told her again. “You look beautiful tonight, Honey.”
She beamed at me, a bright smile on her pretty face. She dropped her skirt with a flourish of her hand. “Thank you.” Her eyes traveled the length of my body and she raised a hand to her chest, fingertips resting lightly against the curve of her cleavage, and I blew out a sigh. I wished I was her fucking hand, just to be touching her where her fingers were resting. “You look handsome tonight too,” she came closer to me, raising herself up on her tiptoes and the hand I’d been envious of came to rest against my arm, “Daddy,” she whispered into my ear.
I stifled a groan at the word and wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her with me to face the ballroom. “Let’s head in before I do something.”
“And what might you do?”
“You don’t want to know.”
Honey moved in, raising herself up on her tiptoes again, a hand on my arm and whispered in my ear. “You never know, I might like it.”
I chuckled, because I did know that she’d like it plenty, but that wasn’t the aim for tonight. Tonight was about treating her to a date with music and a show and–from the music I heard playing in the next room–dancing. I hadn’t danced with my girl in the time we’d been together. I thought she might like dancing.
We walked forward with the crowd that had seemingly tripled in size since we’d entered the mansion. I glanced around, eyes on the exits and windows. I knew outside Taylor was probably getting the lay of the land, and for that reason alone, I let my guard down enough to smile when Honey did. We turned the corner and entered, what didn’t take Honey explaining the BBC to me, to know was a no shit ballroom. This thing was huge, just as decked out as the entrance, and an orchestra was playing at the far end of the room giving up most of the room to a wood dance floor that was polished within an inch of its life. The high gleam of it reflected the chandelier lights overhead, the reflections of the gathered crowd moving over the floor in shadows.
“It’s so beautiful, Law. I can’t believe you brought me here!” Honey gushed, turning to face me with a happy smile. “But I thought you said this was a show.” She looked over her shoulder at the orchestra set up at the opposite end of the room. “I don’t see where the show would be…”
“Neither do I,” I agreed, surveying the ballroom for even a hint of a show. “Addie didn’t tell me anything other than she had booked the show. It was a surprise.”
“So you didn’t know we’d be at a Pride and Prejudice ball?”
