Chapter 17 #2
He has to get her back, though. He can hear her humming in his mind, and he can feel her all around him as he kneels there. In the place where she once found such peace, he offers up his apology.
How could I have abandoned us? Even in a moment of selfish pleasure, he always keeps her there, involving her somehow, but this time, he let her go. He failed her.
Right on the heels of that self-deprecating thought, he reminds himself that she, too, failed him.
Placing the rose on the stone bench, he closes his eyes and utters a soft accusation. “You lied.”
He doesn’t expect an answer. He doesn’t understand his need to lash out, but it’s bubbling inside of him. He’s angry at himself, which in turn fills him with an undesirable urge to scream or hit something.
“You lied to me. You told me never…”
He closes his eyes as pure anguish threatens to overwhelm him. He pictures her face the first day he took her down to the music room. He’s reminded of that moment of complete joy, an expression he’ll never see again, and it calms him, easing his anxious heart.
Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. “You told me that you’d never leave, and you lied.”
“Where are you taking me?” I asked.
Phillipe took my hand and tugged it. We seemed to be going in the direction of the hallway near the stairs.
“I have a surprise for you,” he explained.
I could hear the joy in his voice. “Ooh, I like surprises.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he promised, making me think of all things sexual.
“What kind of surprise?”
He stopped abruptly, forcing me to run into his side. “Well, if I tell you, it won’t be a surprise. Will it?”
I reached around his body to touch him.
He moved quickly. “That won’t work, Miss Rosenberg.”
I pursed my lips. “Okay, fine. I only wanted to touch you. Take me and surprise me.”
Before I knew it, his mouth was on mine. He pushed me backward until I felt a wall behind me.
“Stop, Phillipe!” I shrieked and giggled. “Penelope might—”
“By now, Penelope knows to just turn around and walk away.” He growled playfully, nipping my chin.
“What?” I asked after a breathy sigh. “How many times has Penelope walked in?”
Phillipe laughed, his chest vibrating against mine. “Oh, too many to count.”
“Like when?” I asked, slightly horrified by the thought.
“Hmm, the other day down in the kitchen.”
“What?” I said, remembering how he’d lifted me onto the counter.
He grinned against my mouth while stroking my thigh. “Lift your leg, Chantel. Put it around my waist.”
I complied because I didn’t have the will to say no to him, but I was otherwise not deterred. “She walked in on us in the kitchen?”
He unbuttoned and parted my pants before slipping his hand inside. His fingers slid down between my wet lips.
He groaned against my mouth. “Yes, but you still had your top on.”
I let my head fall back against the wall and pushed my hips out. “Just my top? I had my top on the whole time.”
He laughed mischievously as he bit my bottom lip while brushing his thumb over my clit.
“Oh god.” I moaned, arching against his hand.
“Well, you had your panties on,” he stated softly.
His index finger flirted with my soaked core. I sighed, ready to really let go.
That’s when he smirked against my mouth and added, “They were just around your ankles.”
Mortified, I moved my head away from him, but he chased me and had the advantage of sight. His hungry lips captured mine while two of his long fingers thrust inside my pussy.
Hearing his groan deep in his throat, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he hoisted me up. His free hand moved under my ass, pulling me toward him tightly, so I was wedged between the wall and his fingers pushing deep inside of me. He dragged his mouth away from mine.
In a voice that sounded strained and stretched beyond its limits, he said, “God, Chantel, your hungry little cunt is always so eager.”
His words washed over me. He started to rhythmically move his fingers in and out of me.
“Yes, Beauty, surrender. That’s right,” he murmured with his lips on my ear. “Give yourself to me.”
I opened my eyes while he continued to finger me.
“Your eyes are so fucking beautiful. Keep them on me. Keep them where my voice is, and I’ll tell you everything you would see.”
I focused on his voice and let him take me over.
“You’d see a man who can’t keep his eyes away from you and can’t keep his hands off you.
You’d see someone who wants to be your lover…
” He punctuated his last word with a deep thrust of his fingers.
“Your friend…” With another thrust, the sounds of his fingers pushing through my slick folds filled the space.
“Your confidant…” He bit my earlobe before his fingers started fucking me fast and hard.
“Your everything, Chantel. I’ll be everything you need. ”
His hips were moving as if he were inside of me, and in a sense, he was. He crawled deep into my soul and staked his claim.
“You would that see I am yours, and you are mine.”
With that, I felt my body clasp around his fingers, and I screamed his name, the intensity of it echoing down the hall for anyone to hear.
I never did get my surprise, but what I did get, I planned to hang on to forever.