Page 37 of Forsaken Fate

“No,” I said. “It’s a great idea.” Fantasizing about gutting Grayson at the Gathering had me feeling bold. So did Brynna. I felt her pulse race, her arousal growing. She could say anything she wanted, but I knew how she burned. I reached under the table and put my hand on her upper thigh. She parted them, I think on instinct, almost. She could deny it in words all she wanted, but I was beginning to know Brynna’s body better.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked. Regardless of what I knew of her body, I would respect her words, even if I knew she was lying.

She hesitated. I thought she’d say yes. Instead, cool as a cat she raised her wine glass, brought it to her lips and drank the last of it. “No.”

I inched my fingers further up her thigh and she spread her legs.

“When can I see you again?” I asked as I slid the index and middle finger of my left hand across the heated cleft between her legs. I felt her over the thin silk of her panties. She was soaked there and quivered as I found the bud of her clit with one finger.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Make it happen,” I said. “Tonight. I’m back at the hotel, same room.”

“It’s harder for me to get away now,” she said. Her voice was ragged as I hooked my fingers under the elastic of her panties and felt her skin. Her thighs shuddered as I dipped a finger into her slick folds.

“You’re a smart girl,” I said as the waiter approached our table. “You’ll figure it out.” Brynna gasped as I slid two fingers inside her and felt the gush of her juices.

“Do you still need a few minutes?” our waiter asked in a cheerful voice, completely unaware of the finger fucking I was giving Brynna.

“Why don’t you tell him what you’d like?” I turned to her.

Brynna’s eyes were wide but she kept her smile frozen in place. Then she said, “My fiancé’s just stepped away, but we’ll both have the prime rib. Medium with a side of steamed vegetables.” She jolted on the first syllable of “vegetables” as I thrust my fingers in and out of her. She had her legs spread wide for me under the table.

“Sounds good,” I said. “Same here.”

The waiter nodded and gathered our menus before turning and leaving us alone again. Her eyes were still on the door and I had every confidence she’d alert me if Grayson walked in. Come to think of it, I didn’t care if Grayson walked in. From my observations: first, she didn’t love him; second, he was a grade A asshole to her; third, if she was in it for the money, I’d just pulled back the curtain on Grayson’s soon-to-be lack of it.

I leaned in close and whispered, “I want you tonight, Brynna. We only just got started the other night. There’s so much more I want to make you do.” My breath was hot against her neck and I watched tiny ripples of goose flesh form there. She hadn’t worn a bra and from this angle I could see the edges of her pink areolas as I looked down the gap where the fabric of her dress puckered. “Don’t try to tell me you don’t want it too.”

“I do,” she said, her chest rising and falling with her attempts to make her breath even. I still had two fingers inside her and I spread them apart as I thrust them in and out. I could do it. I could make her come for me right here. God, she drove me mad with how quick she got wet for me, how badly she wanted me.

“T-tomorrow,” she said. “M-maybe. I’ll try.”

“What’s wrong with tonight?”

Brynna’s eyelids fluttered. She white knuckled the sides of her chair as I slowly withdrew my fingers and found her clit with my thumb. I made a slow, circular motion and her head dropped forward. “Oh, God,” she whispered. “You have to stop.”

“What will you give me if I stop?”

“I’ll come,” she said. “I promise. Tomorrow night I’ll find a way. He’s leaving for some meeting in Manhattan.”

“How much do you want to?” I said. I had stopped rubbing but kept my thumb directly on the tip of her clit, pressing down gently. It was dark in the restaurant and crowded. But if anyone bothered to look at Brynna closely, they would know. I used my thumb to give her sweet, delicious torture. She had her head thrown back, exposing the delicate column of her throat. Her breasts jutted out; the nipples thrust out into hard peaks from her arousal. She was in the throes of erotic ecstasy and in that instant, she was mine. I realized I wanted her like that all the time.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned her head to look at me. Her beautiful emerald eyes fixed on me with pure lust. “With everything,” she said. “I want you with everything.”

“Good,” I said, sliding my thumb over her clit one more time. Her tiny sex had grown firm under my touch as she strained to keep herself from climaxing. “That’s what you need to give me. Everything. I’m going to do things to you, Brynna. Do you trust me?”

She brought her head up and straightened her back. “I think I do.”

“You need to,” I said. “I won’t do anything if you tell me to stop but I don’t want to hold back this time. Do you understand?”

She nodded. “I think so.”

“Good,” I said. Brynna shifted in her chair and her eyes went wide. She was still looking toward the door and I didn’t have to turn to understand that Grayson was coming back. It pained me to do it, but I pulled my hand out from inside her panties and set it in my lap.

“I ordered you the prime rib,” Brynna said; she spoke slower than was usual for her as she wrestled to keep her composure. I’d had her so close to coming it was a wonder she could form words at all. Tomorrow night, I planned to fuck her senseless.

“I’m afraid I can’t stay after all,” I said. And I couldn’t. As much as I’d driven Brynna to the edge, I found myself in a similar state of distress. I wasn’t about to sit around and chit chat with Grayson.

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