Chapter 29
Evan
“Excuse us, Elijah, I need a word with my assistant.” I growl, fury burning through my veins, making my whole body vibrate.
“Get off me,” the little brat hisses, trying to yank herself out of my grip.
Elijah, the brave bastard, steps forward, ready to intervene. My eyes narrow. One look makes him freeze on the spot. “Take another step and you’ll be swimming back to the harbor.”
Eli swallows, clearly weighing the pros and cons of being the hero.
The brat saves him the trouble, when she murmurs. “It’s okay, Eli. I’m fine. I’ll catch you later.”
Without another word, I drag Anais inside and down to the lower decks. We need privacy for this. Maybe even a bed, so I can remind her exactly who she’s fucking with.
“What the hell is wrong with you,” she screeches, as I haul her ass into a bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us.
I turn to face her, jaw tight. I immediately soften my expression when she instinctively takes a step back. I inhale, willing myself to find a calm I don’t feel.
“What the fuck was that?” I bark, making her jump.
So much for calm.
But what does she expect? The image of her, those soft, pouty lips, not even an inch from that asshole, is seared into my brain. I can’t unsee it. The undisguised lust in his eyes… a red mist coats my vision. Fuck.
Anais straightens, lilac eyes spitting fire. “You don’t get to tell me who I can kiss.” She snaps, planting her hands on her hips. My eyes rake over every curve, the way the dress clings to her body, highlighting every perfect inch of her. She’s a fucking vision.
I shake my head, focusing on the issue at hand. Eli. Anais. The almost kiss.
Closing the distance between us, my fingers gently wrap around her throat, stroking the pulse point in her neck. She gasps, eyes wide, chest rising. She swallows, but she doesn’t pull away. No. My brat likes my dominance. Lust fills her expression. My cock hardens. I shake my head. Focus.
“I do when it comes to him.” I hiss, dipping my head until there’s barely an inch between us. “He works for me. You work for me. Did you forget about the no-fraternization policy?”
She laughs, the sound mocking. My jaw clenches. I already know what’s coming. “But it’s fine for you to kiss me, for you to fing–” her breath hitches, cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.
Sweet little innocent Anais can’t even say the words.
I smirk, goading her. “Go on. Use your adult words, Anais.”
“For you to f-f-f” she stammers. Straightening her spine, she inhales, collecting herself. “Finger me in your office.” Her voice is just above a whisper. “Where was the policy then, huh?” she glares.
I run my nose across her cheek, smiling when she inhales sharply. Her body trembles against me. Images of her trembling as she came on my fingers, flicker in my mind. Jesus Christ. My mouth drops to her ear. “You seemed willing enough. And anyway, I’m the fucking boss. It doesn’t apply to me.”
It’s my arrogance speaking, but fuck, it’s the truth.
I breathe in her intoxicating floral scent. Like a hit of the most powerful drug, it goes straight to my head. I’m not sure when it happened – and God knows I’ve tried to resist, to keep my distance – but Anais is quickly becoming my addiction.
She shivers, as I run my nose across the soft skin of her throat, coating my nostrils with her scent.
“What’re you doing?” she breathes.
My tongue darts out, licking a trail up her neck. I bite down on her erratic pulse point softly, then suck the sting away. Her chest heaves so violently, that with every breath her breasts brush against my shirt. I groan. The effect I have on her is a fucking aphrodisiac. I’m hard as a rock.
Gripping her hips, I grind into her, letting her feel what she does to me. A gasp falls from her pouty lips. “I’m playing with you, Anais. Do you want me to play with you, Brat?” I question, finally lifting my head to see her eyes.
She stares at me with lust filled eyes. Her lips part, and she nods. “Are you going to run away after I come?”
It’s a fair question, considering my track record. But this time, I’m not sure I can leave.
“No Brat, I don’t think I will.”
The relieved look on her expression makes my chest tighten.
She steps forward, smirking up at me. “Then show me what you’ve got, Boss.”
With a growl, I lift her and throw her down on the bed.
She squeals, laughing as she pushes her hair away from her face.
I climb on the fresh black comforter, crawling between her thighs, pushing the material of her dress up her silky-smooth legs as I go.
She watches me with rapt attention, her breathing turning harsh.
She licks those full lips, and my cock turns to steel.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re aroused, Brat.”
She blinks, her teeth digging into her lip, her voice soft when she whispers. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” My thumbs graze the outline of her panties, and her breath hitches.
“Are you wet for me?” When she nods, my smirk deepens.
“Just me?” I want clarification. Another nod.
I groan, pushing past the material, feeling just how much she wants me.
I run my pointer finger down her slit, circling her tight wet hole.
Her breath hitches, hips lifting. “You’re soaked,” I groan, pushing one finger inside her.
Anais tenses. She’s so fucking tight I briefly wonder if she’s a virgin, only to shake the thought away.
There’s no way. Not a chance in hell. Not only does she look like every man’s wet dream, but she’s in college.
People don’t stay virgins in college. Hell, my friends and I fucked different women most weeks when we were in school.
I pull my finger out of her, smirking at the frustration leaking onto her expression. “Why’d you stop?”
Bringing my finger to my mouth, I suck it inside, my tongue wrapping around the digit and licking up every bit of her arousal.
Her eyes pop wide, dilating with so much lust my cock leaks.
Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever had this kind of visceral reaction to a woman before.
A warning beacon goes off inside my head.
It feels like more than attraction. It feels like she belongs to me… I shake the thought from my head.
Then I demand. “Take off the dress and panties. I want you naked and laid out for me. Spread those legs wide and show me what’s mine, Brat. I’m hungry, and this evening, you’re my feast.”
Anais shudders, her hands trembling as she reaches down and grabs at the hem of her dress.
I push up onto my knees watching as she lifts her hips and slowly drags the dress up her body and over her head, throwing it to the floor.
Her tits bounce free, and for the first time, I get a good look at them.
Full, round, and the perfect size for me to cradle in my hands.
My gaze flicks to the noticeable wet spot staining her panties. She’s fucking soaking the fabric. I groan. “Remove them but keep your heels on.”
She swallows, hesitating. My head cocks, and I study her face. And I see it. The flicker of doubt, nerves. What the hell? I would never force her or any woman into something they didn’t want. It’s been obvious during our times together, Anais wants this, wants me.
But in my lust filled fog, did I read her wrong?
“Anais,” I say, drawing her attention to me. “If you don’t want to do this…” I trail off.
Her eyes widen in shock. She shakes her head. “I do. I’ve never wanted anything more.” She blurts, her chest, neck and cheeks turning pink.
“Okay,” I say slowly. “So, what’s going on? Why the nerves? I know you’re not a virgin.” Her breathing shallows. She blinks. Swallows. Licks her lips. I squint, realization hitting me. I fly off the bed. “Oh fuck. You are,” I blurt, stunned. “You’re a virgin.”
She scrambles forward, grabbing at my shirt. “It doesn’t change anything. I want you Evan. Only you. My virginity… it was always meant to be yours,” she says, so softly I almost miss it.
I run a hand through my hair, glaring down at her. “Fuck, Anais. You should give it to someone special, someone who’ll treat you right. Not me.”
“But I want you,” she insists.
“I won’t go easy on you,” I throw back.
“Don’t want you to.”
“And don’t expect a relationship once I’ve fucked you. I don’t do girlfriends.” I warn.
She crawls closer, nipping at my chin, then she brushes her lips against mine.
“Don’t want to be your girlfriend,” she sasses, rolling her eyes. She’s lying. I see it in her eyes. That alone should be enough to put a stop to it, to walk away, but the feral need thrumming through my veins overpowers all common sense.
“I thought all women expected hearts and flowers from the man they give their virginity to?” I drawl, my voice filled with sardonic amusement.
“Uh uh, not me.” She drags her tongue across my lip and my brain nearly short circuits
I pull back, putting space between us. I can’t think clearly when she’s so close.
“Why is that?” I ask, genuinely curious.
She shrugs. “Maybe I’m not like the women you usually fuck. I can handle casual.”
My gaze narrows, searching her face. “I don’t believe you.”
She smirks. “You don’t have to. Now will you shut the hell up and fuck me before I go upstairs and find Eli.”
Growling, I throw her down on the bed, climbing on top of her and smashing my lips to hers. Her legs fall open and I wedge my body in between them. My hand slips between her thighs, rubbing at her clit through her panties.
I tear my lips away, pushing up on my knees. “Take them off. Spread your legs and show me that virgin cunt.”
Eyes locked on mine, she nods, hands trembling again, but this time from want. Gripping the waistband of her panties she shuffles them down her tan legs and over her heeled sandals. Before she can toss them to the floor, I rip them from her hand, shoving them into my pocket.
Her gaze narrows. “You planning on giving me them back before we leave this room?”
I shake my head, smirking. “Nah, I think I’ll keep them as a reminder.”