Chapter two #2
Her initially tense body relaxes under my touch, hungry wet flesh sucking me in each time.
My excitement heightens again at the unexpected event.
The chance to have Violet beneath me, and under my control.
“You're ready. That pussy of yours is screaming to be filled with my cock,” I tell her, removing my fingers and licking them clean.
"Delicious." Her eyes pop wide. I move to stand then lift my t-shirt over my head.
She watches me take my wallet from my back pocket and extract the condom I have tucked away for opportunities such as this.
"We need to use protection," I say in hopes of reassuring her.
She's nervous, that's obvious. I slip out of my shorts and boxers, then drop down between her legs, pulling her panties from her body.
“You have a pretty pussy. I knew you would.”
I lean forward and place a kiss on her pubic bone.
My face drops lower, and I nuzzle greedily between her legs, tasting her gently with my tongue.
She is everything I dreamed she would be—salty, sweet, and seductive.
The taste of her coats my tastebuds as her aroma fills my senses.
Violet Chase invades every part of me, securing her hold on my heart with each passing second. The girl I want but can never have.
After taking the condom from its wrapper, I slide it on.
She’s still lying on the bed, legs wide, with expectant eyes.
I kneel between her thighs, lining up at her entrance, and press forward slowly.
My dick nudges her pussy. She’s tight, and groans softly at my intrusion.
I flex my hips to enter farther, encouraging her body to consent, to allow me passage to where I long to be.
"Let me in Vi, take me. All of me. Now." Losing the thread of control I was clinging to, I surge forward, craving to claim her. My body screams to be connected fully with hers. Those beautiful brown eyes snap closed as a gasp escapes her lips. "Fuck, you feel incredible," I tell her.
Fine hands come to my shoulders; she holds tight as I move, sharp nails marking my skin.
Slick walls encase my cock—she’s the tightest woman I’ve ever been inside.
Her legs wrap around my waist as I work, pounding her tiny body beneath mine.
Dark strands are thrown back against the sheets, eyes screwed shut.
My thrusts accelerate until I’m driving her into the mattress, chasing my release as she whimpers beneath me.
Violet is the perfect combination of delicate and erotic.
The ultimate forbidden cocktail I can only drink once.
Then it comes, that euphoric moment when sensation is at its peak, and I empty myself as she orgasms.
Her body clings to mine then she slowly opens her eyes.
We stare at each other for a few moments.
Neither of us speaks, the emotion, the sensation, and the feelings of the situation swarming around us.
Nothing has ever felt so wrong, but also, so right for me.
“Was I okay?” she asks, breaking the silence, surprising me.
I pause, considering how to respond. She smiles shyly before glancing away, then her eyes return to mine.
“Not okay, Vi. You were breathtaking,” I tell her.
“Simply flawless. This will be a day I always remember.”
She chuckles, and her cheeks turn the most beautiful shade of red.
I’m in no rush to withdraw, knowing this will be my one and only experience of having her.
What seems perfect for me will not be mine.
After a few minutes, I move to stand while she lies motionless.
The loss of her body is required but demoralizing.
I look over her bare curves, enjoying the view, willing the image to embed itself forever in my mind.
My gaze lands between her legs. It takes a second for me to process the telltale red marks on the bedding.
“Violet,” I stammer, horrified, “are you? Were you?”
She screws her face up, throwing an arm across her eyes.
“Were you a virgin? What the fuck!” I pull the condom from my cock and throw it in the waiting trash can, then grab my clothes and dress.
She scrambles under the blanket, wrapping it around herself protectively.
“Violet, this shouldn’t have happened,” I snarl, panicked.
“I’m sorry,” she says, not looking in my direction. “I wanted to, and I knew you wouldn’t if…” She trails off.
“Too right I bloody wouldn’t. Your brothers will kill me if they find out I was your first fuck.” My anxiety and anger skyrocket at her deception, at being put in this position. Sleeping with her is off limits; being known as the man who has taken her virginity could be deadly. She will know that.
“They won’t. I won’t tell anyone. I wanted my first time to be with you, Harry.” Her voice is pained, her distress obvious. Furious, I storm from her bedroom without looking back.
***
“Violet Chase, long time no see. What brings you to the City of London dressed like you’re ready to play baseball?”
I say to the woman who I deflowered the last time I saw her fourteen years ago.
Her gaze runs over me, beginning at my eyes then dropping to my feet before returning to where it started.
“I’m here to see my brothers,” she replies weakly. “I need their help. Things went sour in Chicago.”
“What happened?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
I know her family was furious when they discovered her living arrangements, but from the little I heard about her, she was happy.
Her eyes are wide and watery—she keeps looking from me to the elevator.
Nervous. I keep my voice level and calm.
The last thing I want her to do is run. She’s not stepped foot in London since she left.
Her being here means she has no other options.
I notice her nails are dark with grime. The clothes she’s wearing are creased as if they’ve been worn for days. “Are you in trouble?”
She crumbles before my eyes, dropping to the ground and sobbing furiously. I rush toward her, kneel, and bundle her into my arms.
“No, I’m not in trouble,” she spits out between the body-wracking gasps. “But I’ve wasted thirteen years of my life. I’m lost, Harry. I have nowhere to go.”
Not knowing what the issue is, I do the only thing I can—hold her. My lips drop to her hair in an attempt to console her.
“Russ and Conner aren’t here,” I tell her.
“I doubt they’ll be back tonight. There’s a business meeting with entertainment planned afterward. They normally stay in a hotel to save the trip home.”
She peeks up at me but doesn’t reply. Her body is fragile in my arms.
It’s obvious she’s thin beneath her oversized clothes.
“Where are you staying?” She shrugs non-committedly.
“I’ll need to sort somewhere. Can you tell my brothers I called round?” She wipes at her face to clear away the tears now rolling down her cheeks, then takes a deep breath. Her body expands and contracts.
“I have a spare room. You’re welcome to stay in my apartment tonight,” I suggest.
She gives me a curious look, then her shoulders sag.
My instinct is to keep her close, protect her.
Her leaving is not an option—she needs to be here, with me.
Whatever has happened, I want to be the one to fix it.
“You look like you’ve had a challenging trip.”
“That would be an understatement,” she replies quietly, wriggling from my arms to stand, then moving to collect the bag at her feet.
“I’ll get that,” I tell her, picking it up off the floor as I rise to join her. “My apartment is over here. Come on. You need a shower and a good night’s sleep.”
“You live here?” she asks, gesturing to the boardroom. I shake my head, not wanting to explain what’s behind those doors.
"In the building, yes.”
“Is that Connor’s apartment?”
“No one lives in the boardroom. It’s a business asset,” I explain evasively.
“We own the top two floors of this building between the three of us. Connor’s apartment is next to mine. Russel has the penthouse.”
I signal for her to follow me in the direction of my front door before she can ask any more questions.