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Chapter 14
Norris proves himself once again by managing to keep our arrival and exit secret. It’s no small feat. The press might as well have set up tents across from Clara’s flat. She looks startled when I guide her away from the main entrance to her building to one tucked in the rear.
Something primal awakens in me when we step outside the shelter of the building. I lock it down but keep my hand on her back, watching the world around us as I help her into the limousine. My whole body is on edge, waiting for even the slightest threat. Relief washes over me when I shut the door behind her. Norris watches me from his place beside the driver’s side door. He hadn’t been keen on the idea of me picking her up and bringing her out alone.
“Are we good?” I ask.
He tips his head. “No trouble.”
I allow my thoughts to return to Clara and her gown and all the wicked things I’m going to do to her.
“Do you know what I love about London this evening?” I ask, sliding beside her.
Her head tilts and she casts curious eyes at me. Something else dances behind the curiosity, though.
“The traffic. I never appreciated it before tonight.” I move closer, taking her face in the palm of my hand. Angling it for a kiss, I pause and marvel at her. Where did she come from? Why now? I shouldn’t allow myself to want her like I do, but I’m finding that when it comes to Clara Bishop, I have little control over my feelings. Like how much I missed her when we were apart. Like how scared I am to lose her again. Like how desperately I need to kiss her. I give in to the emotion, crushing her mouth to mine. Clara reacts, clutching the hand I hold against her cheek. She presses it harder as if she craves the contact as much as I do. Her body melts against mine, inviting me to focus on the physical needs driving me instead of the questions my desire raises.
“Poppet,” I say softly, “I’ve thought about you all week.”
Her breath grows shallow as I move to show her exactly what I’ve been thinking about. Lifting her skirt, my hand slides up her soft thighs and urges her legs apart to discover nothing but bare flesh.
I groan, unable to contain my pleasure. “That’s hardly playing fair.”
“This dress doesn’t work with panties.” She speaks like it’s an apology, but her coy smile says she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Personally I’m of the opinion that no dresses actually work with panties.” I decide to show her why. I pull away planning to move to my knees and worship her. Thank god, we took the stretch limo.
“No,” she says. I do, but only out of respect.
“I don’t like that word from you, poppet.” I hate it, in fact. “I have a very hard time listening to it.”
“No, I want you.” Her tongue darts over her red lips like a teaser of what’s to come. Namely me.
“And you can have me.”
“No, I want to taste you.”
I can’t say no. Mostly, because I don’t want to. Lounging back I watch as she bunches her skirt to her thighs and kneels before me. She takes her time, and I say a prayer of thanks to whatever god is in charge of city traffic. A soft hand glides up my leg until it reaches the waistband of my slacks. She unfastens them and draws the zipper down, unleashing me into her hand. I moan in appreciation as her delicate fingers close over my cock. She strokes it, sending blood pounding to it until my every thought, my every sensation is primitive. I barely control my need to pounce on her. I want to fuck her. I want to fill her. Before I lose control, her mouth closes over my balls, sating the need to have her. She’s giving herself to me—giving me her luscious mouth. I spread my legs farther, allowing her better access. My gift to her.
The beast inside me takes over, grunting and groaning, as she continues her devotion up my shaft. I could come just watching her suck me off.
“You look so fucking hot with your red lips wrapped around my cock.” I wrap a hand around her neck so I can feel each motion as she bobs slowly up and down until I’m rock hard and ready to explode. “It makes me want to fuck you.”
Before I can pin her down and do that, she sucks harder. Her cheeks hollow as her pace increases. I see it there. She wants me to come, and I want to fill her with me—in every way possible.
“Oh Clara, you are so beautiful.” I give in, falling against the seat as she drives me to my climax. “I’m going to come.”
After the first jet of release, I manage to lift my gaze to her. She’s not just swallowing, she’s savoring. Each movement of her throat is greedy. She’s hungry for me, and I need to give her more.
I lift her into my lap, kissing her like she’s oxygen. I need to fuck her. Now. Flipping her onto the seat, I shove her skirt back up. I slide a finger along her seam, nudging it gently past the folds. “Sucking me off made you wet.”
I love how she feels on my skin—velvet and wet and warm. I want to feel it surrounding my cock. I’ve never considered something so reckless before. But I trust Clara and whatever we are, I know it’s different for her, too.
“I need to be inside you. Nothing between us. Is that okay?”
“Yes, please,” she moans. I don’t need to hear anything else. I take my time, pushing inside her slowly. Every inch is a revelation. She’s so fucking perfect. Tight and hot around my dick but it’s her face, glowing with bliss, that nearly undoes me.
“Not yet, poppet.” It makes me want to do things to her—things I promised I didn’t need. Lies I told, I realize now. I’ll fight those urges to be with her. I’ll take it slowly. I’ll lead this lamb away from the safety of her world into the darkness of mine with deliberate care.
She whimpers as though she needs me to move faster.
I slip a hand between us and fondle her clit. “Think of a safe word, poppet. You don’t need it now, but you might later and when we’re in that moment, you won’t be able to think of it.”
She shakes her head. Beautiful, obstinate woman.
“I’m trying to control myself, poppet, but I want to make you feel safe. Choose a word that makes you feel safe,” I explain.
“How about majesty?”
“Your safe word shouldn’t be something that you might have to use for other reasons.”
“Oh X, do you really think you’re going to get me to call you Your Majesty?”
An involuntary smirk slashes my lips. “With what I’m planning to do to you, you might.”
She looks torn between kissing me, hitting me, and ignoring me entirely. Finally, she whispers, “Brimstone.”
It’s an interesting choice.
“You could just say go to hell.” I can’t help myself.
“I thought you wanted me to pick a word that I would remember.”
“Brimstone, though?”
“It was the last time I said no to you,” she says softly.
Ahh. Now I understand. It makes me like it even less.
“You’ve said no to me since then.”
“But I didn’t really mean it those times,” she says.
This changes things. I reward her honesty with a teasing twist of my thumb. “Whatever you wish, Clara.”
“Then fuck me.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. Instinct takes over. I drive into her. Over and over. Every part of me needs to fill her. I ache to see her eyes widen as I claim her. She’s mine. I want to watch the moment she realizes it, too.
“Look at me,” I command. “I want to see you as you come.”
Her eyes flutter open and I let go, releasing my last thread of control. My hips roll violently against her and I empty inside her. She shutters and cries out, falling apart in my arms. When her body finally stills, her arms circle my neck as she sags against me in a boneless heap.
“I love knowing that you’re full of me,” I whisper into her hair.“All night I’m going to be thinking of being inside you, knowing that I’ve marked you. Knowing that you’re mine.”
She looks up, eyes sparkling, and kisses me. Something in them has changed.
Something in me has changed.
Will everyone see that tonight? Or will they simply focus on the stunning woman by my side.
“And I’ll be thinking of your hot, naked cunt under this sexy dress. I want it to be ready for me if I need it.”
“It will be.”
I could linger hear with her like this forever. She’s so vulnerable and small in my arms. When she comes, she is a queen and I’m her servant, driven to give her pleasure. Now? I’ve weakened her right before she’ll need her strength the most. I help her adjust her dress grudgingly, stealing kisses as I do. It’s a reminder that we’re on our way to the ball. I won’t be able to control what happens there. No one can control the press or my family.
“Stop, you fiend.” She smacks me playfully, reminding me that right now everything is perfect. Especially her.
“I can’t help it. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“I’m not wearing underwear,” she reminds me. “You don’t have to work so hard.”
“We’ll see about that.” If she only knew. I sit back, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. Her cheeks are flushed. She’s so alive. She’s nothing like them. She’s nothing like me.
Clara checks her make-up. It’s unnecessary, she’s lit up from within. I did that.
What’s going to undo it? Why did I bring her here? Why am I putting her through this? I take her hand, knitting her fingers through mine, and silently vow to keep her safe from the poisoned hearts waiting for us.
“Are you ready?” I ask. She stares at our hands before finally nodding.
When we arrive, I circle the back of the car slowly. Opening her door, I give her my hand again. I won’t let her go until I have to. I do my best to shield her from the paparazzi. But it’s no use. Cameras flash. The crowd shouts. Her eyes are wide and startled as she takes in the scene around us. I smile, hoping she finds it reassuring, before I lead my lamb to the slaughter.
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