31
Camilla White
Edgar
He’s been a miserable bastard these past weeks, sweetheart. You’ve got to come back soon. Otherwise, I’ll get my arse locked up for murder.
I can’t help the smile that forces its way onto my face at the sight of Edgar’s text. Could he have gotten it from Vincent’s phone? He is a sleaze ball most of the time, but he’s been keeping me entertained with all of the funny texts and videos of a grumpy Vincent.
Camilla
Tomorrow I’ll be there after you and your mother are gone.
The pictures have been quite funny. The best of them all was a badly done selfie, with Edgar with a smug smile on his face, looking at the camera and Vincent grabbing him by the collar with an angered face.
The caption said, “I have poked the bear” and I was laughing at it for five minutes straight. Edgar is honestly the worst and most annoying brother one could have. But he is one funny and amazing friend.
Edgar
You wound me with those words. I’d like to think you miss me, too. Not just the old grumpy duke.
His answer is almost immediate, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Who are you texting?” Rachel peeks from over my shoulder, and I can’t help but move to hide my phone. Still, she looks fast enough to see the name of the person who keeps texting me.
“Edgar Hawthorne?” She quirks an eyebrow as she rounds the couch and sits next to me. Primrose quickly jumps from my lap to hers, begging for her attention as well. “The duke’s little brother? Are you two a thing or what?”
I gasp, surprised at her bluntness, and start shaking my head right away.
“Edgar and I are really good friends, but that’s it. Platonic only,” I answer, even though I don’t need to give her any explanation. “Also, it’d be wrong to get involved with my boss’s brother.”
I have to swallow to get those words out. What a hypocrite. Because I am doing more than wrong. I am not getting involved with Edgar; I am bedding my boss.
“Wrong is letting tasty pieces of snacks like those two brothers go to waste,” she trails off before looking at me with a mischievous smile. “I’d go for it if I were you!”
“And risk getting fired?”
Idiot. I can’t even be fired by him, thanks to Aunt Lizzie.
“Cami,” she calls me pointedly, “It’s not like you don’t have a degree sitting in your drawer. You graduated with honours. Every company would have you. All you have to do is leap.”
I sigh but don’t answer, and she continues, “I wouldn’t blame you, girl. He is hot as hell.” Her gaze softens as she bumps my shoulder with hers. “However, I don’t think the duke would like the idea of you being around his little brother much, either.”
“Thank you for the words, but I am not ready to leave the manor.”
“Of course not,” Rachel tuts, side-eyeing me. “As if you could ever be ready to abandon that man.”
“I am not involved with the duke’s brother.” I try not to choke on my own words. “It’s unprofessional.”
“Who said anything about the brother, sweetheart? You keep lying to yourself, but you can’t lie to me.”
What? Does she know anything? Impossible.
“What do you mean?” I need to play dumb.
“Didn’t you notice how he looked at you at the after-party? I recognised him as your boss right away, and, girl...His gaze was heated, always expecting you to lock eyes with him. It was hot! ”
“Oh my god, Rachel,” I panic. “It’s not like–”
“Sweetheart, I am your friend .” Her arm wraps around my shoulders, and I let myself melt into her side hug. “My mouth is a sealed and cursed tomb. Whatever the hell is going on between you two is not my business. Just know you can trust me whenever you need.”
Rachel has always been genuine to me, and these words are just one more reflection of the good person she is. A big part of me is afraid she’ll tattle without meaning to, but the other…the part that remembers all of the years of friendship wants to trust her with my whole heart.
Should I really trust her?
We sure had some good fun these past two weeks. She’s taken me to see so many places of Livia that I hadn’t been to yet and others where we used to spend some time during college, to try and relive some of the old times. Gosh, this kind of speech makes me feel older than I am.
But the truth is that in the last couple of years, I had to tend to Vincent’s aunt, which felt much longer than it was. I feel like I aged a decade, even if the world around me or myself hasn’t changed at all.
I am so glad we rekindled this friendship. She makes me feel good, more confident about myself and less insignificant.
My phone buzzes, and when I pick it up, I see Edgar’s name lighting up the screen.
Edgar
House is free. Big bruv just kicked us out. I guess he really was at his wits end with our mum. Go get him, girly. He’s all yours.
“Ooooohhh,” Rachel mocks right next to me, and I startle, noticing her perched up on my side again, looking at my phone.
“Anyway, I have this meeting from my father’s company I have to attend. Why don’t you go get your man?”
“I’m fine,” I try assure her. Or me? It doesn’t work though.
“Pfft,” she snickers. hugging me. “Like I’m going to keep you deprived from your source of happiness. Let’s meet after the holidays, yeah?”
She hugs me, and I hug her back, seeping the love and the affection. For once, in a long time, I am not feeling alone, and it’s amazing. She might not be blood related, but it’s the closest to a family that I seem to have at the moment. Let’s just hope it doesn’t change.
“Alright, enough with being sappy!” she chirps. “I’m off. Go whenever you’re ready!”
With a smooch on my cheek, she grabs her purse and exits the apartment. For someone who is still linked to nobility, she lives what one could call a humble life. Sure, her two-bedroom apartment is spacious, sleek, and modern, but at least she is not living in a fifteen-bedroom, ten-bathroom manor, and thirty-five acres of land.
She also dresses in expensive, luxurious clothing, but she doesn’t make it obvious unless it’s for those formal events they attend. Even in college, she was the nicest, most relatable one from that big set of prissy rich students.
The taxi parks right in front of the manor’s doorway, and I have barely had time to place Primrose down on the ground and got my bag out of the boot when the doors, and the tall, broad man I was missing comes outside.
Vincent.
“For a second there, I doubted it was you,” he mumbles, rushing to me.
I step back, looking inside the manor, afraid someone could see us.
“We’re alone,” he informs me just as the taxi drives off.
Allowing myself to finally relax, I barely register as his rough hands find the back of my neck, bringing our faces close to each other. His cognac eyes lock with my russet-brown ones, thickening the tension as our bodies move on their own accord. My nostrils flare upon contact with his scent, overwhelming me.
It’s incapacitating.
The distance I worked so hard to keep for the last two weeks dissolved the moment our eyes locked. Not even the presence of a frenetic tiny dog at our legs, barking and jumping, registers.
“I couldn’t wait any longer. I was going mad without you,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning my lips. It’s enough to break shivers through my whole body.
Without even thinking it through, I close the distance between us. His lips immediately mould into mine, and his tongue wastes no time invading my mouth. It tastes sour like whisky, something I’ve become accustomed to. He’s keen on having a few glasses while working most days.
One of his hands boldly lowers to my bottom, squeezing my flesh. With a groan, Vincent stops the kiss at the same time his hips flex forward. When I get some air back into my lungs—and brain—realisation dawns on me.
We’re still outside, and while the property is supposed to be free of prying eyes, it is still daunting that we’re this exposed.
“Vincent, this is downright dangerous.” My hands push on his chest, trying to bring some distance between us.
As I look around, taking in the silent driveway, a little relief washes over me. It’s short-loved since Vincent tightens his hold on me. Thankfully, he starts walking me backwards into the manor.
Somehow, he manages to bring my bag with, and Primrose happily follows us. Once inside, he kicks the door shut, scaring the dog. She runs towards the kitchen area, leaving us completely alone.
That’s when he assaults my mouth again. And that’s enough for me to lose myself in him . Frantic hands caress and grope my body while mine grip his hair tightly.
Walking absentmindedly around such a big house is a bad idea, but we’re too lost in each other to care about all the furniture we crash against. That’s until Vincent mutters a fucking hell and then decides to hoist me up by my legs into his arms.
“Vincent,” I call for him when his lips attach to my neck, sucking on my skin.
“Hmm,” he hums, not letting go.
The vibrations from his mouth cause goosebumps to spread across my skin.
Bloody hell, I missed him so much!
“We need to talk this through,” I try to call for reason. But it’s no use.
“Later,” he mumbles. “I need you right now.”
Reason and rationality don’t exist between us.
Or ever will. That’s why when he asks me where to go, I tell him to take us to his bedroom. The clothes are discarded immediately after we’ve entered it.
“Gorgeous,” Vincent comments at the sight of me naked in front of him.
His hands fumble with his belt to take his slacks off, but his eyes stay locked on me. The erection is rather visible, straining against the fabric and my mouth waters. Pushing them down alongside his boxer briefs, his dick springs free, standing tall and proud.
“Come here,” he calls, and yet we both walk, meeting halfway.
There is no gentleness in his touch, just desperation and eagerness. If it were any other day, I’d be worried about the marks he’s about to leave on my body, but not this time around.
I don’t care anymore.
My body lands on the bed, but I barely have time to make myself comfortable before Vincent’s hand swirls my body around, placing me on my hands and knees.
“Crawl to the headboard,” he orders, urgency ever-present in his husky voice. “And hold on to it.”
After I do as he says, he places himself right behind me, plastering his chest against my back. His hard muscles tense with the contact, and his dick grazes the area between my buttocks. I shiver at the same time he hisses.
“All I could think about over this time apart,” he whispers against my neck. “It’s how much I missed you. Not only fucking this tight pussy of yours but also touching your silky skin, kissing your plump lips or getting a rise out of you. But also talking to you and watching you do insignificant mundane things. I fucking missed everything .”
His words speak to me, caressing my heart and making me even softer for him. As if that wasn’t enough, his hands are accompanying his speech, caressing my skin softly. They graze and fondle, lingering in certain spots like my breasts, massaging them or twisting my nipples. All the while, his dick stands between my legs, moving back and forth quite languidly, slowly getting drenched in my arousal.
“Oh, god,” I moan, and his hips flex forward quite roughly.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he groans, one hand rising towards my neck, wrapping around it. "You’ve ruined me for everyone else, Little Milla… ”
After so much teasing, his other hand finally lowers, grabbing his cock and aligning it with my entrance. Pushing forward, the hand that was left on my breasts rises, stopping only when it reaches my neck and tightens slightly.
A garbled sound leaves the depths of my soul at the sinful intrusion, sending me into a new dimension when his teeth sink into my left shoulder.
My knuckles turn white around the edge of the bed’s headboard as I take all of him in. Stopping for a moment, the moment his hips meet my ass, the only sounds inside the bedroom are our heaves and ragged breaths. It only lasts a moment because just then, all hell breaks loose.
Long gone is the patience he showed from the first thrust, releasing the beast he seems to have been— barely —controlling. He returns to full strength with strong thrusts, filling the bedroom with loud, filthy sounds. They alternate from moans, grunts, or little shrieks to the slapping sounds of skin meeting skin due to the savage way Vincent keeps fucking me into oblivion.
The contraction of my muscles keeps intensifying as the coil in the bottom of my belly grows impossibly big, bringing me closer to the edge faster than ever before. My vagina starts spasming around his dick, letting him know I am almost there.
“Give it to me, little Milla,” he grunts, thrusting hard once again.
As if his wish was my command, I release, tipping over that tall edge only Vincent can bring me to. He does, too, tensing fully, even the hand gripping my neck squeezing hard. His thrusts slow down, yet they still keep a roughness a couple more times until he fully stops.
With his body slumping against mine, he buries his face into my dishevelled hair, taking a long, deep breath in, “ I am yours,” he whispers.
Mine? If only he knew I’m more his than he could ever be mine.