29. Twenty-Nine
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TWENTY-NINE
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I sat stunned after learning that Mila and I were playmates when we were children, and angry that neither of us remembered each other. How I could have forgotten someone like her was beyond me. The knowledge that had been revealed sent a barrage of memories passing through my thoughts. I remembered pulling the pigtails she always wore and chasing her through the grounds as she tried to hide from me. She was never very good at hiding, something that hadn't changed as an adult. I watched as she drank several glasses of champagne, staring daggers in her father's direction. I could see the wheels turning in her brain as she gripped her glass tight between her slender fingers.
While I enjoyed watching her direct her anger toward her father, I needed to bring her back to me. I put my hand in my pocket and found the remote. I watched her face when I turned it on, and when her amber eyes fluttered out of her daze and landed on me. I was instantly hard. She set her drink down on the table and squirmed in her seat, sighing as her fingers squeezed the delicate stem of her glass.
"What's wrong?" I teased, leaning in closer to her.
Kai, Maddie, and Theo had made their way to the table at some point, but all of them were oblivious to what was happening to Mila, and knowing they might figure it out had my dick pushing against the soft fabric of my pants. I unbuttoned the bottom button of my jacket and moved her chair closer to mine. I could tell she was losing the battle, but my stubborn girl would fight not to come.
It turned me on even more.
I increased the vibrations, and she let out a whimper, gripping the seat of her chair, her knuckles white with exertion.
Still, everyone was oblivious.
I ran my fingers up and down her arms, which were now covered in goosebumps, and kissed her cheek, letting my lips linger. "Let it go, baby."
"I hate you," she said between gritted teeth.
"I love it when you talk dirty to me," I nibbled on her earlobe, and I felt the shift when her hands wrapped around my neck, and she clung to me. Her nails dug into my skin as she shook, fighting to stay quiet as her body was wracked with her orgasm. She rested her forehead on my shoulder, catching her breath.
"God, you are so beautiful," I kissed her neck, collarbone, anything I could get my lips on. "You have no idea how hard it is for me not to fuck you on this table in front of everyone. Really give them a show."
She lifted her head and smiled. "Then why don't you?"
"Don't test me, Mila," I growled, sliding the remote back into my pocket and running my fingers up her legs.
She kept her eyes on me, opening her legs and shifting herself forward, pulling my hand further underneath her dress, pressing it against her pussy, her come soaking through her underwear and covering my fingers.
"Why not take me in front of your family, my father and his uptight friends, and all these strangers?"
"Goddamn it, Mila. You drive me fucking crazy." I pushed my fingers inside of her, groaning as her wetness covered my fingers, dripping down my hand.
She pushed her hips forward and hid my hand underneath her dress, resting her forehead on mine. "You're the one that started this. Promising me you'd always find me and then keeping that promise."
"I meant it when I said I would," I said, brushing my thumb over her chin. I felt a pang of regret that I had never looked for her because I had forgotten about her. We were always meant to be together, and if fate had taught me anything, what was meant to be would always find a way. With my fingers inside of her, I never felt anything more true.
"Well, at least we moved past the awkward meet-my-mom stage," she teased, gyrating her hips against my hand.
"Can we not talk about my mom while I'm inside your pussy?"
She nodded and ran her hand across the bulge in my pants. "I want you," she panted as she danced dangerously close to her release.
"The minute I get you home, I'm going to rip?—"
"No, don't rip this dress," she protested.
"I'm going to gently pull this dress off of you and bury my cock inside of you."
"Good boy," she crooned.
She clenched around my fingers and wrapped her lips around the skin on my neck, sucking and biting on it as I pushed her. When she came, she bit her teeth into my skin and buried her cries into my flesh. I pulled my fingers out of her and brought them to my lips, sucking her cum off my fingers. I closed my eyes as I savored the sweet taste of her cream, and I kissed her lips, forcing her to taste herself.
Mila's eyes fluttered open, and she licked her lips, her cheeks flushed with desire. "I'm going to freshen up in the bathroom, and then you owe me a dance, Mr. King."
She kissed me before straightening her dress and disappearing into the crowd. I nodded in the direction of a couple of my men, instructing them to follow her before turning to Kai and Theo.
"Trouble in paradise?" Kai joked.
"Not at all," I mused as I sipped my drink.
"Then why is Mila double-fisting alcohol like she is trying to forget something? "
"She just found out that her father has lied to her."
"Well, he is a career politician," Kai sneered. "And a lowlife piece of shit."
"He'll get his," Theo added.
"All in due time," I finished, making eye contact with Winston Grey. I raised my glass to him, faking a smile.
He didn't try to hide his disdain for me with Mila not around to catch him. She would see right through him soon enough, in her own time.
And I couldn't wait to kill that bastard when she did.