16. VERENA GRAVENHURST #2
“Everything okay up there, Gravenhurst?” Reed’s voice brings me back to the moment, and I realize I’ve gone stiff as a board.
“Oh God, yes, I’m sorry. Come here.” I pull his body back to mine and kiss him as hard as he had kissed me before. He grinds his hard length, strained beneath his slacks, into me, the friction causing a wince of pain against my skin, feeling as if it is rubbing me raw.
“Take your pants off,” I whisper, and he doesn’t waste a moment of time removing his clothing.
My dress is still bunched up on my waist between our bodies, but it doesn’t seem to faze Reed in the slightest. He kneels before me on the bed, stroking his hard cock in his hand while staring at my wet centre.
His free hand glides up my stomach, finding the neckline of my dress and tugs down on the fabric, freeing my breasts from their restraints.
I feel exposed under his stare, lying mercilessly under the weight of his hard body.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you, Gravenhurst.” His eyes darken, and for a moment, I feel like his words are an actual threat.
Without waiting for my response, he lines himself up at my entrance and plunges his cock deep inside of me.
I gasp at the sharp intrusion, the sudden thrusting so quick, but I don’t say a word as he continues to pump his cock and I tighten around him.
My thoughts once again drift to Loxen. Would he have plunged inside of me like an animal?
Or would he take his time, whispering sweet nothings in my ear?
Telling me that I’m an exquisite creature while learning the ways to touch me, the ways that make his name roll off the tip of my tongue. Guilt consumes me.
I should not be thinking about Loxen while Reed’s cock is buried deep inside of me.
Just as I am about to ask Reed to stop, a blur of movement catches my attention near the bedroom door.
I tilt my head to the side slightly to see the devil himself leaning against the mahogany trim, a glare so devious in his eyes, I can’t tell if it is filled with lust or pure hatred.
“Oh my God!” I scream, and Reed chuckles.
“You like that, Gravenhurst? My cock fills you so well. Do you like the way I feel moving inside of you?”
Loxen quirks an eyebrow, and I see a grin tug at the corner of his lips.
“YES,” I shout. “Oh God, Reed, yes, I want more.” I tighten my grip around his neck.
Shadow’s shift over Loxen’s eyes, like hearing Reed’s name on my lips, sends him into a very dark place. And I’ll admit, I find immense pleasure in getting under his skin. He’s the one intruding on my space, so if he wants a show, I’ll gladly give him one.
“Fuck, Gravenhurst,” Reed groans, sliding his hand up my abdomen to palm a handful of my breast. He pinches my nipple, and I let out a moan, but my eyes are locked on one thing, straight ahead, like he’s the centre of my gravity.
He watches me, his gaze dropping to my mouth, my breasts plunging from the top of my dress, and then to my pussy where Reed is about to spill his seed.
His eyes drift back to mine, and it does something to my insides.
I feel a satiating heat crawl up my cheeks.
We continue to stare at each other, and the intensity of the moment is almost too much to bear.
Loxen swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, sending me over the edge.
What I would give to feel it lapping at my pussy.
To feel his fingers brush over my pebbling nipples, hardened by my arousal for him.
My orgasm tears through me, and I cry out in pure ecstasy, my hips trembling while Reed finds his release seconds later.
He collapses on the bed beside me, and in a panic, I look up to make sure Loxen is nowhere to be seen. He’s gone. He disappeared again, and my heart plummets. It seems to be what he’s best at.
“That was fucking incredible.” Reed turns his body towards me, draping his arm lazily over my waist.
I’m too distracted by the thought of swirling midnight eyes to give him any sort of intelligible response, so I smile and place my hand over his arm.
“We’re okay, right? You and me?” Reed asks, peering up at me beneath his long lashes, and I nod, kissing him on the cheek.
“We’re okay.”
Reed and I spend the rest of the evening chatting and making plans for the following weekend.
My mind is in a tizzy the entire time, overwhelmed by my need to confront Loxen.
By the time I walk Reed to his car, I’m itching with an urge so intense to hunt down my intruder and give him a piece of my mind.
I don’t have to search for long, though.
It’s as if thinking about him summons the demon from the depths of hell where he lurks, just waiting for any moment of weakness to toy with my emotions.
Out from the shadows he saunters towards me, like he was waiting for Reed to leave to make his move.
“Did you enjoy your Sunday evening?”
He has some nerve.
“What the fuck was that about Loxen?”
An infuriating smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He enjoys getting me all riled up.
“You tell me, Verena. From where I was standing, it looks as if you rather enjoyed my presence.”
“Are you jealous or something?”
Loxen laughs, such a wicked sound I’m taken back by the sharpness of it.
“Hardly. What is there to be jealous of? Some rich boy, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, waiting for his father to kick the basket so that he can swim in his riches?” He scoffs. “Ridiculous.”
I glare at him and pivot on my heel, stomping my way back into the manor and ascend the staircase. Loxen follows closely behind, clearly not taking the hint that I want to be left alone.
“You can’t possibly have true feelings for the man, can you?” His question has me quickening my pace.
“Why do you hate him so much? Did he do something to offend you, or can you really just not stand to see me happy?” Loxen doesn’t say a word, just flexes his jaw.
“You don’t even know him. He’s kind, and he cares about me. He doesn’t play hot and cold with my feelings. I’d much rather spend my time with him than with the likes of you.”
My words are like knives, slicing through the cool air between us. Lox doesn’t flinch, though; instead, he follows me right to my bedroom door. His voice is soft, but taunting.
“Is that why you came while staring at my face then?” A flash of triumph passes over his gaze, like he knows he has me right where he wants me.
“I can’t stand you!” I scream and slam the door in his face.
I can hear him chuckling as he walks down the hallway, and just as I’m turning away from my door, I hear him mutter, “Feeling’s mutual, little crow.”