Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
V eronica
I fucking hated Rupert and how much control he’d had over me last night. I’d tried everything to get him to fuck me, or at least touch me, and after trying all my seduction methods on him that had never let me down in the past, I was extremely frustrated. I knew he wanted me, but he refused to touch me. The dinner at that restaurant was perfect. He’d ordered us the most delicious champagne, then we had a platter of seafood and stuffed swordfish rolls with grilled vegetables that were out of this world. The food was a great substitute for sex, but I barely sat still, constantly reminded of my throbbing clit. It was beginning to become uncomfortable, I had to have his dick soon. We’d talked, we’d laughed, and he’d held my hand, kissed my lips, and whispered all these wonderful things into my ear. Overall, it was a perfect date.Just no sex.
Then, at the end of the night, he’d dropped me off at the marina so I could go back to the yacht. That was not how I’d imagined the night to end. Yet, Rupert had told me to have my bag ready because we were leaving Palermo in the morning.
I was so confused. I had no idea what he had in mind, but by the time I’d walked back to the yacht I’d decided to have a cold shower, telling myself I could be a little more patient.
“So where do you think he’s taking you?” Jess asked the next morning as I stepped outside the yacht, holding my suitcase.
As much as I liked her, I was glad we were finally going our separate ways.With her being so young, she was very reckless and at times annoying.
“No idea, and after last night, I don’t want to have any expectations because I don’t want to be disappointed. Rupert is a complicated man,” I replied, wondering if a woman could die from not having sex for too long, because that was exactly how I felt then. In the end, I’d made myself come last night, but using my vibrator felt underwhelming at best.
“I see that you’re ready for me, sunshine.”
The familiar voice startled me. I turned around. Rupert stood in front of the yacht with his own bag, looking gorgeous, wearing a light-blue t-shirt. My ovaries vibrated as I took a deep, steady breath.
“Rupert? What are you doing here? Are you with your car?” I asked in confusion because I thought he’d said we were going for a car ride somewhere.
“We don’t need a car,” he replied and then walked up to my friend. “You must be Jess. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from Veronica.”
“Oh, so charming. Yes, I’m her crazy friend. My boyfriend Federico is out doing some errands. So, where are you taking Veronica?”
“It’s a surprise,” he said, winking at Jess, who giggled like a schoolgirl.
I was not impressed because the Adonis here was making me crazy aroused by refusing to fuck me.
“Come on, sunshine. The adventure awaits.”
“Have fun, babe, and don’t forget to text me,” Jess said when I turned to hug her.
I didn’t know why, but I felt like this was the start of another journey for me, and I truly hoped there was going to be a lot of sex—otherwise I thought I might die.
My new boyfriend smirked at me, waved to Jess, and grabbed my hand. He looked so smug, cool and collected, so delectable with his tattoos poking out of his shirtsleeves.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked as we walked along the marina, passing several other docked boats, fishermen, and vessels until we reached a large blue yacht called The Dreamer . Damn it, I’d always dreamed of sailing in a yacht like that, shiny and luxurious. A few times I’d had clients who owned a yacht like this, but I’d never spent more than one night on one of them.
“Maybe, but for now all you need to know that we’re sailing somewhere else, but this time in pure luxury,” Rupert announced, taking his sunglasses off.
I laughed, looking at him like he’d grown a pair of horns.
“Sailing, in what? The Dreamer ?”
“Indeed, sunshine, this is my boat that just arrived from Devon. Did I not mention before that I own a yacht?” he asked, still smirking.
“No, I didn’t think you were the sailing type,” I responded, because I knew he was pulling my leg. There was no way he owned this amazing thing of beauty.
Moments later, someone appeared on the boat, a brown-haired woman in her late thirties wearing a navy uniform. She waved at us, offering a welcoming smile.
“Mr. Banks, welcome. The captain is ready to sail wherever you are,” she said to Rupert.
My jaw dropped as he dragged me inside the yacht through the narrow bridge.
“Thank you, Suzanna. This is my girlfriend, Veronica, and you know the plan,” he said.
I was still trying to process what was going on. It seemed that I was dreaming.
“What? So he does own this boat? And this is not a joke?” I asked, completely bewildered.
Suzanne had beautiful blue eyes and a ring on her finger, which meant she was married.
“ The Dreamer is Mr. Banks’ yacht, Miss Veronica,” she answered. “It’s very nice to meet you. Please go downstairs and make yourself at home. I have prepared a small breakfast already.”
“Come on, sunshine, I bet you’re starving,” Rupert said, nudging me with his hand on the small of my back.
I was silently freaking out. This man was unbelievably real, and this was really happening.
“Let me show you around. I know you probably have questions.”
“I’m trying hard to stay calm, but this is a huge surprise and I feel a little overwhelmed. So where are we sailing then?” I asked, telling myself to keep breathing. Laura was having the best sex of her life in paradise while I was just about to sail to God knew where with the man of my dreams. Maybe Rupert was going to deliver on all his promises after all.
“Baby, I don’t want to spoil anything, but it will be somewhere very special,” he replied, taking me into his arms, the warmth of his body infusing with all my senses. “This is what’s going to happen today. We’ll go downstairs, have a delicious breakfast once we get out of the port, and then I’ll take you to my master bedroom and lock the door, so I can proceed to fuck you so hard that when we leave, Suzanne won’t be able to look you in the eye after hearing you come multiple times.”
My breath hitched in my throat, and my nipples hardened to pebbles as he pressed himself to my body. I parted my lips and swallowed hard as I vibrated with arousal when his erection probed my front.
His mouth was so close to mine, I wanted to lean in and kiss him, but he made the move first. Fisting my hair, he leaned over and devoured my mouth with a kiss that weakened my legs. The need was palpitating from him as he took me in, pushing into my mouth, devouring me like a man who hasn’t eaten in years.
By the time we walked downstairs, I was too excited to think about anything else other than riding him all day long. The Dreamer had two large bedrooms, an enormous deck, and a few other cabins for Rupert’s staff. This yacht was a dream come true, and I could hardly believe he owned it.
“Rupert, this all looks so delicious, and I’m starving,” I said after finally being able to get my heart to stop racing.
“Suzanne is an exceptional chef. We’ve stocked up for a few days and you’ll love everything she’ll cook for us,” he said, popping a large piece of pancake into his mouth.
I had a feeling he was going to prolong this breakfast just so he could drive me crazy with need. His eyes had that mad gleam in them. I was starving, but two could play this game.
“I can tell. All right, let’s get started,” I said, giving him my sweetest smile, then picked up a glass and went to the bar to get some ice, swaying my hips from side to side, maybe a little more over-exaggerated than normal. I got on my tiptoes and filled the glass with several cubes for my coffee. When I turned around, Rupert was staring at me with such intensity that his gaze burned through my core.
I sat and took a plate, then put a lot of yummy food on it, pretty much aware Rupert was still looking at me, so I gave him an even brighter smile.
“Aren’t you hungry?” I asked, innocently picking out an ice cube from my glass and sucking on it, making sure he saw the way my tongue wrapped around it when it first entered my mouth. It was fine if he wanted to play this game, but today, I wasn’t losing.
As I predicted, Rupert’s eyes went wide, and he shifted on his chair. His hand reached under the table and I knew he had to be readjusting himself. I silently screamed with joy.
“I’m hungry for something else entirely,” he growled, loading fruit onto his own plate.
“Really? Oh well, I suppose you have to wait now, and I’m planning to take my time,” I said when the ice cube accidentally slipped into my cleavage. I laughed and dived in with my hand to pick it up. The melting water dripped all over my hands, and when I sucked on the ice again, Rupert let go of a low growl.
He looked rather tense. I glanced at him, swirling my tongue over the cold surface of the cube, then I crunched it with my teeth, holding his gaze.
“I know exactly what you’re doing, sunshine,” he muttered, unceremoniously shoving bacon into his mouth.
I squeezed my legs together. My panties were soaked with pools of my arousal, and this morning I’d chosen not to wear a bra, so my nipples felt extra sensitive, standing upright in attention.
“I have no idea what you are talking about. I’m enjoying my breakfast,” I said innocently, eating the pancakes first.
We ate in silence for a while. Then I picked up a spoon and licked the Greek yoghurt off it, moaning because it tasted delicious. Rupert dropped his fork on the table while I poured some maple syrup on my yoghurt. I dipped my finger in it. When I licked it, a few drops of syrup dripped down my chin and chest. I was just about to rub it off when Rupert grabbed my hand and put two of my fingers in his mouth. His gaze penetrating, he continued to suck them while I melted on the chair.
“I’m only seconds away from spreading you on this table and fucking you until your greedy cunt’s swollen, my sperm dripping from it down to your thighs, so I dare you to keep teasing me like that,” he said, squeezing my wrist painfully hard.
My whole being vibrated with overwhelming tension. My skin burned as I stared at him, telling myself to keep going because he was the one who’d started this in the first place. He finally let go of my hand.
Maybe I was playing with fire, but I hated him having all the control over this situation. Suzanne could come in here any second, but at that point, I was too wound up to stop, so I dropped one strap of my dress. Then I pushed my dress down, so one of my breasts was fully exposed. Rupert stiffened, his jaw like granite, his eyes filled with fire as I watched him. I took another ice cube and rubbed it over my hardened nipple, closing my eyes and imagining his mouth on it.Fuck, this was great. Knowing that I was driving him mad and also playing with myself in front of him was building a sensation in me.
“Oh, this feels so good, but I wish you could suck it for me,” I whispered, and that did it for him.
A split second later, he plucked me off the chair and dragged me towards the cabin.
Veronica one, Rupert zero.