15. Tuomo
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Tuomo
T he moment she walked in wearing that red dress I was set in my decision that no matter what happened tonight I would have her. She would give herself to me.
Dinner started with her being a little cold, distant and protective of herself, but I have played it cool. And while I positioned myself next to her, I am not the one who pressed our legs together beneath the table - she is.
And I am not the one who is leaning in towards me while I speak.
It’s easy to compliment such an enticing creature. She is beautiful, I could tell her in a thousand ways how she could compete with every sunset and night sky to hold my attention.
Honestly, I’m doing my best to hold back a little. To not smother her in words that end up overwhelming her and making her think I am being fake.
Nothing about what I tell her is fake. I mean every word.
She giggles, holding her hand in front of her mouth as though she is shy to laugh. I reach out and take her hand, lowering it from her face.
“Your smile is so beautiful, don’t hide it. You should never hide anything about yourself from me.”
Her cheeks flush pink and she rubs her lips together, smoothing the lip-gloss she has just put on. I watch her mouth, thinking about all the things I want to do with those lips.
When she picks up her fork to taste another sample of food, I top up her champagne. I have made sure, throughout the evening, to keep her glass full. That way she doesn’t keep track of how many glasses she’s had, and she won’t notice when it all hits her at once.
It is lowering her guard and softening the high walls she has built against me.
“I’ve missed you, Nerissa. I missed you a lot when you left the mansion. You were the only good thing about that place.” My heart pulls tight because my words are too emotional. I didn’t mean to share that much. Men aren’t supposed to be so emotional. My father always told me that. Wincing at my stupidity I look away from her, picking up my drink to take a sip. Trying to act casual. I clear my throat.
She has said nothing, and I can’t resist the curiosity growing inside me, so I glance at her.
Her eyes are soft and warm, full of care. She reaches out and takes my hand beneath the table.
“You had a tough life at the mansion, Tuomo. I’m sorry that you had to go through that. I’m glad that I could make you smile back then - and now.”
I turn towards her.
She is relaxed, and this is the perfect moment. I reach up and trace my fingers across her cheek, then wrap my hand around the back of her neck. She doesn’t move, her eyes are still on me. I pull her closer as I lean towards her.
My lips touch hers and fireworks erupt inside me.
My heart beats faster and my breathing becomes heavy.
Kissing her is like heaven.
I wonder what the rest of her body will be like to touch.
When she leans away from me, she is blushing. In a shy gesture she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and looks down at the table.
I lift her chin with my finger, making her look up. “I bet every single man in this place is wishing that he could do that to you.” I whisper and she giggles.
“Why do you like me, Tuomo? I - I don’t understand. You could have anyone. You were in that magazine one - the most elegible bachelor in the city - I saw the article. There are hundreds of girls after you.”
A dark chuckle rumbles from my chest. “You don’t get it do you? A hundred girls could throw themselves at me and I won’t even notice. There is only one girl who has ever had my attention. It’s always been that way.”
Her eyes are deep pools of curiosity. Hazel and gold and filled with a longing to believe what I’m telling her. She really does not know what she means to me - or how beautiful she is. All my years of chasing other guys away from her has benefited me. She doesn’t believe any of them wanted her.
“Come have dessert at my place. Or coffee. Or another drink. Come and talk to me some more. I’m not ready to end this night yet.” I say, reaching out and taking her hand.
Nerissa is quiet for a moment, then she nods, and my excitement grows. Step by step my plan is working. I am getting her exactly where I want her. She is eating out of my hand.
I stand up and guide her to her feet. The slit of her dress falls open over her legs and my body thunders with need.
After settling the bill, I lead her to my car. She climbs in and I close the door behind her.
I can’t believe I am getting what I want.
All those years of patience and she is going to be mine.
A t my penthouse she walks around admiring the art and simple clean decor while I admire her narrow waist and wide hips.
She turns to face me, wanting to ask a question and gasps when she realizes how close I am to her. I reach out and touch her waist, dragging her against my chest.
Nerissa looks up at me, her eyes wide, her lips parted.
Before she can say anything, I kiss her.
She sinks into my arms, letting go of any resistance and giving in to me.
Running my hands down her back I trace the curve of her spine, enjoying the shape of her body.
She is nervous, unsure what to do, but that’s fine. I know how to make her feel incredible. I know what she wants, and she won’t have to worry about a thing.
I slip my hands into the slit of her dress. She moans against my mouth and my cock throbs as I cup my hands over her ass.
Her hands are beneath my shirt, running up my back, tracing over my muscles.
Her breathing is fast and heavy.
I know she wants this.
Tugging the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders I let it slip over her body and fall to the floor at our feet.
She is wearing red lace underwear, no bra, only a transparent G-string that sets my skin on fire with lust.
I can’t wait anymore.
I grab her ass and lift her into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist I press her back against the wall in the passage outside my bedroom.
Tugging my belt open I free my cock.
She moans again when it’s rubbing against her pussy. Nothing but the thin lace between us. I tug it aside.
She has never been with a man, she is pure and innocent and saved - just for me.
I push my cock inside her. I watch her expression as I spread her pussy open, inch by inch. She shudders in my arms, digging her nails into my shoulder.
“Does it hurt, little bird?”
She nods, and I dark smile spreads across my face. “It will only hurt the first time. I promise.”
I push in harder.
She cries out as I bury myself deep inside her.
I wait for a moment, feeling her pussy pulse over my cock. It takes everything I have to stop myself from moving.
When her body relaxes, I fuck her, moving in and out of her as pleasure floods through me.
I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck. I brush my lips across her heated skin, following the dip of her shoulder. Goosebumps form along her neck and I bite her. I want to leave a mark on her, a bruise, a scratch - some kind of evidence to tell the world that she belongs to me now.
Nerissa moans loudly and grips tighter onto my neck so I move faster, pushing harder and deeper.
She arches her back towards me, clamping her thighs around my waist.
“That’s it, little bird, let me have you.” I growl against her ear.
Her body shakes she is close to coming.
I slip my hand between her legs and press my thumb against her clit. I stroke in small circles and her eyes roll back.
Her pussy tightens around my cock, and she cries out when she orgasms.
I thrust deep inside her as I explode into her pussy.
She will carry my baby.
I will make sure of it.
When we both catch our breath, I lower her to the floor. But I am not done with her.
For my plan to work I need to fuck her again.
I take her hand and lead her to my bedroom.
It is late when we fall asleep with her head resting on my chest and a dark smile on my face. It doesn’t matter if she wants to see me again or not - when she finds out she is pregnant she will have no choice.