Page 41 of A Villain's Kiss
Chapter16
Promises, promises
Oriana
I believe his words.
He is indeed going to make me come.
As I move closer to him I bite the inside of my cheek, his finger inside of me still thrusting. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Sitting in this place with his hand up my skirt and a vibrator in my panties.
What type of woman have I become?
He chuckles as I grip his shoulders, my nails digging in.
“That’s my girl. Come for me, all around my fucking fingers. Milk them as if they were my cock.”
I felt the orgasm break loose when he said, “That’s my girl.”
Why does that do it for me?
The best I was called from my ex-husband was “wife.”
That was exciting at the beginning until it wasn’t.
But “that’s my girl”?
Does that ever get old? I believe not.
My grip loosens, and he removes his hand as I lay my head on his shoulder.
“Are you ready for me to show you around?” he asks.
I pull away from him and stand, righting my skirt and looking around to see if anyone has witnessed what just happened. I glance back to my drink, pick it up, and toss it all back before I nod. “Liquid courage.”
“You don’t need courage.” He winks. “Just stamina.”
I giggle, and he grips my hand, leading me from the bar. The blonde who I saw with him last night approaches us. She’s dressed in a long, lacy shawl over the top of a lingerie set.
“Avani, what’s wrong?” Jake asks before she can say anything.
“I want an expensive bag. Can that be my bonus this year? A real one, not a fake one.” She smirks.
“What?” Jake says, clearly used to her strange ways.
“One of my clients had one, and I want one too.”
“Then you need to find yourself a sugar daddy.”
“As if.” She rolls her eyes and gives me a small wave before she sashays off.
Jake looks back at me. “Avani is…interesting.” I can’t help but giggle again at his description of her. He raises a brow.
“What?” I question.
“I like that sound.” He shrugs, then leads me to another area. We move to the back, passing rooms and beds. Everyone wears a colored wristband, mostly yellow and green, while I am wearing a red one.
“What does red mean?” I ask.
