Chapter 16
In the dimly lit room,I gently lower Grecia to her feet, and when she’s standing, I step aside. She moves through the space as if she owns it. She most certainly owns me now.
If challenged, I’d have to admit Grecia’s owned me since the first time I truly looked at her in college, maybe even before. From the moment her pretty eyes landed on mine, I could see her inner strength. She wore her resilience like a perfume as she held her head high above the shit we grew up around.
“Is this what you’ve wanted for the past few months? To bring me to a bedroom so you can have your wicked way with me,” she sasses me with an arched brow.
I can’t deny that I’m tempted to bend her over and mark her ass with my handprint. I’d enjoy that more than anything, but I’m not sure of her limitations. I don’t know what she’s willing to try.
“Stop being a brat, Grecia,” I tell her as I move into the room and toward the glass doors that lead out onto the bedroom balcony.
“I’ve watched you break so many hearts, Tarian, especially in the last few months,” she tells me, and I realize that no matter how hard I’ve tried to hide the number of women who’ve been in my bed, she’s seen them all.
I’ve been using hookups to forget Grecia exists, but I’ve found that each time I’m with one of them, it’s her face that comes to mind.
“And?” I challenge as I open the balcony doors to allow the chill of the night breeze to sweep through the bedroom. I need it to cool me because my blood is red-hot as it races through my veins.
“I know what you were doing,” she says, brushing past me and stepping out onto the balcony beyond.
I watch as her hands grip the steel railing, and I take in the curves of her hourglass figure that have tempted me all these years.
Right now, it doesn’t matter that we’re not in my home. All I can think about is that we’re in a bedroom and alone together, finally. There won’t be any interruptions this time. There’s nothing to stop me from claiming what’s mine.
When I join her on the balcony, I stand behind her, close enough so the curve of her ass presses against my groin. My mouth trails over the shell of her ear as I lean in, and I feel the shiver that trickles through her.
“I was trying to forget you, Grecia. But I couldn’t get you out of my mind,” I whisper in her ear. “I realize now I was waiting for you to come to me, goddess. I wanted you to make the first move.” With every word that falls from my lips, she leans back until her body is flush with mine. “You see, Grecia, I always get what I want. I’m a Crown. It’s in my blood.”
“Do you think that’s what makes you so irresistible?” she questions as she turns, and her tits press against my chest.
“Perhaps. Or maybe it’s my good looks, pretty blue eyes, and charm. You know, the usual stuff,” I tell her. “Or maybe it’s my rather large cock.”
This causes her to laugh out loud. “Now you’re just making stuff up.”
“You don’t believe me?” Tilting my head to the side, I watch her cheeks turn from the smooth, tanned color to a soft pink. “I’ll gladly show you.”
“If this happens between us,” she tells me then, her gaze locked on mine. “I don’t want to see another woman anywhere near you.”
“That will be rather difficult when I’m at work or out in public, goddess.”
I know what she means, but I want her to say it out loud. I want to hear how jealous it makes her when she sees me in the company of another woman.
She reaches her hand out and tangles her fingers in my hair, then tightening her hold, she pulls sharply on the strands. The harsh tug makes my dick throb. No woman has ever been aggressive with me before or touched me in a way that wan’t gentle or submissive. But no matter how much I enjoy Grecia taking some control, I intend to make sure I always have the upper hand.
“Do you really think you can top me, goddess?” I challenge as I mimic her actions and twist her chestnut waves around my fingers.
She smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“I can, and I will,” she responds as she rises onto her tiptoes. Then leaning in, she darts her tongue out and gently tastes my lips. Her warmth is like a drug that I want to shoot up to continue the high. “If you fuck me, Tarian Calvert, that rather large, pierced cock is all mine.”
The corner of my mouth kicks up, and I know I’m smirking at her. I can’t help it. She’s beautiful. I love the fire that dances in her eyes and the unspoken threat in her voice.
“Oh?” I raise a questioning brow at her.
“And if you ever, and I do mean ever, end up inside any other woman, I will cut your dick off. So be warned. I’m not joking about that.” There’s a seriousness in her tone that wasn’t there before, and I can tell she’s not just jealous. She’s scared.
I’ve been a player for most of my life. I first had sex at sixteen, and since then, I’ve never stopped getting lost in pretty girls. But Grecia is nothing like them. She’s a strong, independent woman, and for her to want me is nothing short of miraculous.
“Do you really think I’m going to want anyone else?” I don’t know why I ask her, but she has no idea what she does to me. I’ve wanted to claim her for so long now.
“I don’t know,” she whispers, releasing my hair, and leaning back against the railing. “You’ve never acted as if you could be a one-woman man.”
She’s right, I can’t argue with that. So I nod.
“I’m asking you now, Tarian,” Grecia whispers, “I need you to promise me you’re not going to break my heart. I don’t think I can handle that.”
Cupping her face in my hands, I finally allow my walls to come down. Not completely, because I can’t put that much trust in her, not yet anyway.
“I promise. I’m not going to cheat on you. I’m an asshole, but I’m not a cheater,” I assure her.
I can’t hold back any longer. Leaning in, I capture her mouth with mine and swallow the soft moan that falls from her lips. Every breath she takes from now on belongs to me.
My hands trail down Grecia’s body until I reach her peachy ass, and gripping it harshly, I lift her against me. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I walk us inside. I was tempted to fuck her right there on the balcony, but this is our first time, and I want it to be special because that’s what she is. She’s a goddess.
As I gently lay Grecia down on the bed, our mouths are still fused, her tongue dancing with mine. My body hovers over hers while her hands tightly grasp strands of my hair. I finally break the kiss, and she flicks her tongue over my lip piercing, which makes me smile.
“If we take this step, there’s no going back for either of us,” I tell her.
Grecia nods her agreement. “There’s no going back.”
Rising from the bed, I look down at the beauty I’m about to devour as I tug off my shirt. Next, my hands reach for the leather belt around my waist, and the buckle clinks when I undo it and pull it from the loops of my suit pants.
Grecia’s soft breaths mingle with mine as I continue to undress. She doesn’t move, she merely watches from under her long lashes.
Once I’m standing in front of her in only my boxers, I stop for a moment. I’ve been so fucking scared to take this step with her, but I know she wants this as much as I do. I didn’t want to risk fucking up our friendship, but there’s no going back now.
“I think you’re overdressed,” I tell her with a smile.
“If you want this,” she says gesturing to her body. “Then you’ll need to unwrap me.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
I move quickly, already aching to touch her. Unzipping her dress, I watch as the straps slide over her shoulders and the material falls to the carpet, revealing the intricately detailed, soft pink lace of her underwear beneath. The sheer material hides very little, and the moment I see her tits in the skimpy bra, my cock starts to throb. I want to devour every fucking inch of her.
“Fuck.”
“Something wrong?” Her question has me chuckling.
“Not at all, goddess.”
Grecia looks up at me, her lips curled into a smile as she takes in my expression.
“I didn’t take you for an emotional guy,” she says with a giggle.
Gripping her ankles, I tug her down the bed before flipping her over so she’s lying on her stomach with her ass in full view. With one hand, I swat one cheek and then the other, causing her to squeal.
“Want to sass me some more, goddess?” I lean over her and use my body weight to hold her down on the bed. “Because there’s plenty more where that came from.”
Grecia doesn’t reply but wiggles her ass against my already aching dick. It elicits a growl from deep within my chest. I press my body to hers, and the warmth of her calms me in a way no other woman ever has.
She’s dangerous. So fucking dangerous.
“Are you just going to lie there and tease me?” she taunts in a whisper.
Pushing to my feet, I grip the lace of her panties and rip them from her body. The red mark that’s left on her hip has me moving closer to kiss her. It’s the first time my lips have tasted her bare flesh, and I’m already addicted.
I move my mouth over her curves and the pink cheeks of her ass while grasping her thighs to keep her from moving away from me.
“Tarian,” she moans as my lips tease their way down toward her inner thighs.
I push her legs apart and inhale deeply. The scent of her is intoxicating. My dick is weeping, ready to drive into her, deep and hard, but I know I need to take this slow. I want to savor every moment with her.