AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
Excerpt
I leave the dining
room and walk down the passage I know leads to the guest condos. Before the
entrance to the wing she’s staying in, I notice a curtain flapping in the
breeze and I spot her standing out on the balcony, her dark hair blowing around
her. Like a sea siren, I think, everything about her calling out to me. I walk
up behind her, caging her with both my hands on either side of her waist. She
stiffens against my chest, and immediately turns in my arms, her eyes wide,
beautiful, everything.
“What the hell are
you doing here?”
“I’m supposed to
apologize.” I tell her. The smell of lavender from her hair surrounding us.
“Whatever for?
Entitled assholes like you can say and do whatever they want right? I have had
my fair share of that growing up.” She places her hands on my chest and pushes
against me, but realizing she’s up against a brick wall, makes her drop her
hands to her sides.
I lift my hands to
her face, cupping one cheek, I trace my fingers over her lips and she sucks in
a breath. “You make me want to anger you, so I can extinguish those flames in
your eyes. I want you to look at me, the way you look at him. Like you don’t
hate me.” We both know who I mean.
“He’s not an asshole
like you are.” She bites back.
“How would you know?
I’ve known him my entire life.”
“No-one is as cruel
as you are, Sai.” When she says my name, my mouth quirks upon its own accord.
There’s anger in her gaze, but there’s want too, need, desire, and all the
things I want to claim as my own. My hand slips down the side of her dress,
resting on her hips, my fingers digging into them.
“I'm cruel, guzel. I
hurt you, but I can also make you feel things like no-one else can.” My hand
traces up her dress, and I cup a breast. “I can make you scream my name, I can
make you fall to your knees.” I whisper and she shivers. My hands continue down
the length of her body.
“Tell me to stop.
Tell me to leave you alone, but mean it. If you don’t mean it, don’t say a
thing.”
“Stop.” She says
breathlessly. My hands lower, until it reaches the hem of her dress. I grip her
silk thighs and I’m suddenly heady with the bourbon and the scent of her.
“You’re lying. I
know when you’re lying. You can’t look at me.”
“This is not real.
This is not real.” She whispers and I smile at her.
“What isn’t real Prensesim?”
“But I’m here, and
you are, and I’m making you feel things you’ve never felt before.
“I dreamed about
it.” Her eyes are closed, her lips parted.
“So you do dream
about me?” I run my nose along her lobe. “What do you dream, guzel?” I whisper
in her ear, placing a kiss on her earlobe. My fingers continue to caress her
thighs, moving much higher than it should. I don’t fucking care. She sucks in a
breath and I lean in and lick along her neck. She tilts her head, granting me
access.
“That you were-” she
whispers. “Touching me.”
“Do you want that?
Me, touching you, right here, now, for the world to see?”
“I-” She’s fucking
lost in euphoria and I know I’m the only one who can make this woman feel like
this. “It’s wrong.” She whispers.
I bunch up her dress
right there on the balcony, anyone can walk out here and see, but I’m
entranced. The fact that she’s dreaming about me makes my dick strain against
the material of my pants. I cup her sex, and her panties are already soaked.
Her eyes fly open, violet orbs that plead for me to stop and proceed all at
once, I rip them off with one hand. “Be very quiet.”
Slipping my hands
between her slit, I rub my finger over her clit, then circle it. She moans
against my chest, and it’s the sexiest sound. “Do you like this?” She feels
soft velvety to the touch and I want to taste her on my tongue. I want to hurt
her, but my desire to taste her is stronger.
She nods, and I drop
to my knees, I put one slender thigh over my shoulder and dive right in,
lapping her sweet cum, as I push a finger into her, crooking it until she cries
out.
“Shh, or I’ll stop.”
She grips my hair, tugging me between her thighs. I start to suck on her clit,
knowing it’ll drive her crazy. She tastes like my favorite dessert. I curl a
finger inside her while sucking her clit into my mouth and her legs shake as
she orgasms in my mouth. I ravage her juices until she comes down from her
high. She looks down at me, her eyes wide. I stand, and pull her dress down.
“I’m keeping this,” I tuck her panties in my pocket, and disappear inside,
winking at her astonished face over my shoulder.
I return to the
dining room, and Ravi and Amelia stare at me. Amelia is taking her seat. “Is
she okay?” Amelia’s voice is laced in malice.
“I wouldn’t know. Didn’t
find her.” Amelia’s eyes meet mine and I know she’s seen me devour her friend.
The thing is she doesn’t give a fuck. She hates me as much as I hate her. Ravi
stares at me knowingly. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
I smirk, my mind
made up. I’m going to have my little guzel, one way or another. I just have to
play this game with caution. The fact that I know she wants me too is going to
make it a whole lot harder to stay away. I dig into the crème Brule set in
front of me, but nothing compares to the one I just had.
Arrogant.
