Chapter Two #2
I don’t want to open up about what happened four years ago. I’m ashamed, which is why no one knows my past. I figured I needed a fresh start.
“Nothing important. Just stressed about my classes,” I answer.
More lies. If I were Pinocchio, my nose would be as long as the Empire State Building is tall.
“Already? We just started.”
I nod.
“What were you looking for, princess?” he repeats.
I clear my throat. There’s no point in lying anymore—he sees right through me. “Weed. Do you have any?”
“You don’t have to steal from me. I would’ve given you some if you’d just asked.”
He strolls back into the walk-in closet before returning with a pre-roll. The flames dance from the lighter as he sparks the blunt, then hands it to me.
I place my mouth over the end. Inhale. A cloud of smoke surrounds me. He snatches the blunt from my mouth, puffs on it, then sets it on the ashtray.
He grips my chin. His soft, pillow-like lips press against mine. My heart pounds. My pulse accelerates. I move away from him, staring into his jade eyes.
I need to get the hell out of his room.
He places his hands around my waist as he grips my jaw, slowly stroking the side of it. He crushes his mouth against mine again, claiming my lips as if he’s hungry.
Mint burns my tongue from his lips. I hate that I love his mouth on mine.
My heart hammers. My core tingles.
I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. This is too intimate for my liking. I need to get a grip on this situation.
I pull away, but then he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and I melt like butter.
His green orbs study me like I’m his prey.
I grab the blunt and begin smoking again, not taking my gaze off his.
He takes the blunt from me once more, then puffs on it a few times, before putting it out. Grinning, he gently shoves me onto the bed.
He strokes the side of my face. “You’re staying the night with me.”
We shouldn’t get involved with each other. He’ll never be mine, no matter what we do.
I shake my head, glancing up at the white ceiling. “I can’t.”
He slides between my legs, pressing his soft lips against my nose.
“I wasn’t giving you a choice, babe.” His fingers trail slowly up my sweater.
His touch is smooth and soft like velvet as he places his hand on my right breast.
Desire blossoms in the pit of my belly.
My nipples harden against the fabric.
I sink into the soft, dark sheets, and his hard dick rubs against my thigh, making me want him even more.
I push myself up, but he holds me in place.
“No. Irvin. We can’t.”
He smiles. Devilish.
“Mm-hmm. We will.”
We can’t do this. If I allow him to fuck me, I won’t be able to stop myself.
My breath hitches, and my heart jumps into my chest.
“Please?”
“No. Relax, princess. I need this from you.” His deep tone shoots to my core.
He trails soft, feather-light kisses across my cheek, then lifts up my shirt, removes my bra, places his mouth on my nipple, and twirls his tongue around.
I let out a moan.
It feels so good to be wanted by him. I need to feel something other than despair, other than brokenness and emptiness.
I dig my nails into his neck, wrapping my legs around him.
He nibbles on my nipples one after the other, then leaves soft kisses down my stomach. He yanks down my jeans and panties, then kisses the bone above my core.
With my elbows, I try to push myself up, but he grips my hips, securing me in place.
“No, Irvin.” My command is firm.
He completely ignores me. He places his mouth on my clit and slides his fingers inside me.
I suck in a breath and exhale deeply. My core tightens around his digits, and I’m as soaked as the ocean. He keeps licking me for a little too long, and then he sits up on his knees, unzipping his pants and yanking out his large, hard dick. He darts out his tongue and licks his glistening lips.
“You taste so fucking sweet.”
He slides the tip between my folds, thrusting slowly inside me, and he stretches me, hurting me for a few seconds before he shoves forward.
I arch my back. I moan. He groans. Need surges through me.
He stares for a second, daring me with his eyes to tell him no.
I want him, but I know he doesn’t belong to me. He’s going to marry someone else who’s on his level—and me? I’ll probably never marry anyone. I plan to be single for a while. I used to dream of getting my happily ever after, but not anymore. I can’t afford to dream of getting married.
Someone knocks on the door. Hard. I freeze. Irvin grits his teeth.
Irvin stares at me, maybe he’s debating whether he should keep going.
The person bangs harder on the door.
“Open the door, it’s important, Irvin,” Jameson demands.
Irvin pulls out of me, gets to his feet, yanks his pants over his hips, and zips himself up.
“Fuck,” Irvin says.
After I come down from my high, my shoulders slump.
I yank down my turtleneck and pull up my pants.
Frustration clouds Irvin’s eyes, and his forehead creases.
“I’m going to beat Jameson’s ass for interrupting us.”
He adjusts his erection and opens the door.
Jameson leans against the archway with a bag of Skittles in his hand. He pops one in his mouth. “Your father wants you at the mansion ASAP. It’s important.”
Jameson came at the right time, and I’m glad he interrupted us.
I rush to the door. “I’ll see you later.”
He grabs my arm, kisses my lips, and I can smell myself on him.
I want to cave, but I’m stronger than this, and I’ve never been this weak in the knees for any man—and I’m not about to start now either.
“Next time we’re going on a date, princess.”
Yeah . . . no. That’s not going to happen. I plan to avoid him at all costs after today.
Without saying another word, I leave the room.