9
ADRIANA
His eyes met mine and as much as I wanted to leave, I was held in suspense, waiting to get lost in the next words that came out of his mouth.
“I make you hot, admit it.”
“Ha, please.” His statement made me throw my head back and laugh.
“You can’t leave me, and you know it. I’m a magnet, Sugar.” His lips grazed the rim of my ear as his hands splayed around the small of my back, squeezing me closer. “It’s why you melt into me every time I touch you. It’s why you’re still here, Baby Girl.
I fought the urge to shudder as my pussy throbbed. “We both damn well know who the magnet is here.”
He twirled me around, pressing his thighs against mine as we softly swayed to the music. “You want me. Admit it, baby. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen.”
He bent down to kiss me, and I turned away. He growled as his fingers brought my chin up. His lips grazing mine, sliding against my mouth, just feeling each other, breathing one another. Featherlike kisses that were forever tattooed on my skin.
“I turn you on. Just admit it and I’ll give you the fucking world, Sugar.”
I smirked, not wanting him to know his body heat had my entire body tingling. “Not as much as I do you. You love arguing with me. Why don’t you admit that it turns you on?”
His light eyes darkened, and I could feel his arousal pressed against my stomach. “I won’t deny it. Yeah. It does. It gets me so fucking hard I want to do is slam you up into a corner and have my way with you.”
“Yeah,” I breathed my body betraying me as I wanted to hear more. I bit my lip trying to keep my pulse from escalating.
“You like it.”
“What?” I stared fixedly at his full lips and he gave me a slow seductive smile. Oh, he was a cocky bastard alright. One that I’d never admit had my body humming.
“You like arguing with me. It gets you all hot and bothered. I bet if I touched you I’d find you all wet and ready to purr for Daddy.”
“You couldn’t make me purr even if you tried.”
“So you’re saying all I have to do is try?”
“I’m saying, you’re not man enough to do anything about it.”
“Watch me,” his hand came down, roaming along the curve of my ass and he squeezed it tightly.
I stepped back, angry at him and at myself for almost giving into him. “Jackass.”
“Yeah, but I’m your jackass.”
I turned and stormed out of the room. I was done with his stupid games. I wanted to run down that main staircase and finally disappear. But just as I reached that top step, strong arms grabbed at me and dragged me up against the side of the hallway. It was dark here, secluded. His breathing ragged, his broad chest rising and falling from exertion, brushing against my nipples and lighting me on fire.
“Michael,” I gasped as he ran the palms of his hands up the sides of my thigh gripping me tightly as he fisted the material of my dress, tugging me into him.
“You keep questioning my manhood. What are you trying to instigate, Sugar?”
“Nothing. I want nothing from you.”
“Well…I want you.” His fervent confession had my heart soaring. If only I could believe him.
“You don’t want me. You want the chase!”
I shoved at his chest and he chuckled, not budging. “I do love chasing you, Sugar. I like it a little too much.”
His hands swept across my ass pulling me against his arousal, and my pussy clenched eagerly, begging me to let him in. “Can you feel it? What you do to me? I could easily let you leave, but I have a feeling you’re burning as much as I am, maybe even more so.”
“I can assure you I’m not in the least bit affected,” I clutched at the lapels of his suit jacket as his fingers scrunched up my dress, if he tugged at it anymore he’d rip it.
“I bet I can prove it,” he whispered harshly against my lips. “I bet I can prove just how hot I make my fiery Latina. I want to hear you moan for me, Kitten.”
God, how I wanted him to prove it. How I wanted him to touch me, to own me. I gasped and shifted against him, my thigh rubbing against his which made him move us so he could insert his thigh between my legs, spreading me and gaining access to the slit in my dress. His hand slid up my bare skin and squeezed my upper thigh making me jolt in his arms.
“So soft.”
The words fell from his tongue just as his lips burned me in a heated kiss. This unspoken passion ignited between us, sizzling and turning me into a wet mess. I hated how easily my body responded to him. How easily I wanted to give into him.
His kiss was inviting, it was hot and needy. He took what he wanted and made me shudder in pleasure. I gripped onto his shoulders as he moved into me, my body now fully pressed against his. His fingertips teasing the seam of my panties and my whimpers getting lost on his lips as his finger lightly ran up one plush lip and then the other, all the while his tongue licking an identical path along my mouth.
I gasped as he applied a bit of pressure along the slit, teasing me as his tongue tangled with mine. It was a long-awaited sensation, a charged moment, he became a drug that I had already become addicted to.
“Fuuuuck,” he growled against my mouth as his finger ran along my panty cladded core. “So fucking sexy you are.”
“Ohhh,” I moaned as his fingers slid the silky material of my panties to the side. “Let me hear you, Sugar. I want to hear how needy those moans are for me.”
I threw my head back and groaned as his fingers delved into my heated core. Fisting the lapels of his jacket, I bit my lip trying to keep my cries at bay. His fingers felt so good sweeping across me, my slickness allowing him to glide across my clit. I raised my leg, hooking it along the back of his thigh as he worked my needy pussy.
“Oh, my kitty’s gonna purr, isn’t she?” He bit down on my neck and I gasped for air. His words did deliciously naughty things to me, they licked a fire awake in me, they always did.
“Michael,” I moaned as he inserted a long digit into my entrance.
My eyes met his and the devil winked at me. “So fucking wet you are for me, you dirty little girl. Scream in Spanish for me. Tell me just how much you don’t want me.”
“No te quiero,” I shook my head from side to side.
“Liar,” he growled. You want me just as much as I want you. I could feel it in your kiss, in the way you grip me tight, in your flushed cheeks and glimmering eyes.
“Never,” I moaned.
“Never, huh?” His fingers flicked rapidly against my hardened clit and I trembled in his arms.
“Let’s see about that.”
“Fuck!” I cried out and shook in his arms.
“That’s my good girl. Now admit it,” his fixed gaze was on mine as he slid two digits in this time. Slowly finger fucking me into revealing my secrets.
“No,” I whimpered as he curled those long thick fingers, finding that sweet spot along my entrance and slowly stroking it.
My hips swiveled on his hand and my wanton sluttiness emerged while he held his hand still as I worked my pussy on him. “That’s my good girl.”
God, just hearing those words from his lips, being directed at me, fuck it felt so hot. So dirty.
“Admit it,” he growled as he took his hand out, leaving me empty. He gripped my chin and lifted my head so he was looking me dead in the eye. “Fucking admit it.”
Once again his hand stroked my needy slit and my legs quivered. In my lust filled state, I nodded.
“I want to hear you say it,” he gritted out as his finger played along my clit, massaging it gently. Round and round he went, coaxing out any secrets I fought to hold onto.
“Yes!” I shuddered as he applied more pressure.
His lips were at my ear, sliding down my neck. His free hand tugged the strap of my dress down, yanking it and revealing the peaks of my nipples.
“Ohh, God!” I cried as his tongue dragged along the seam of the dress, roughly stroking against my hardened pebbles.
“More,” he growled as his fingers curled inside of me again. Only this time it was my undoing. I clung to him as sparks shot up my legs and I spread myself, humping up into his hand as he took me up into an ardent crest.
“Yes, God yes! Yes, you make me so hot!”
He gripped my waist as my legs gave out, his relentless stroking forcing me to cry out for him. His tongue dragged along my own in a dirty seductive kiss. His lips enthralled me, claiming me as his while his hand shattered me below.
“You’re mine.”
Those words. Those words were what triggered my orgasm. Sending me convulsing into his arms as I gasped for air. His strong and powerful fingers showing me just what his cock would do to me if I let it.
I purred and whimpered against him, my hips still humping at him as he dragged my juices along my swollen folds. Slowly he removed his fingers and lifted them to his lips. Staring at me, he let his tongue roll out and savor his fingertips. He lapped at them in long sultry twirls of his tongue as he watched me, and then he pressed those same fingers to my lips.
I watched him under hooded eyes, cum soaked and full of desire.
“Taste yourself,” he whispered and groaned as I parted my lips and licked at his fingers. Something came over me and I did as he asked of me. Sucking on them just like I would his cock. My sweet zest coating my tongue.
“Fuck,” he breathed and pressed his forehead to mine.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what,” I breathed against his lips, still lost in my euphoria.
“For admitting defeat.”
My eyes widened as I grasped his words through the fog. “What?”
He took a few steps back and swept his hands down his suit jacket. As he moved, the large bulge in the front of his slacks protruded lewdly. The satin material clung to him just like my pussy begged to do. I tore my gaze away as my blood started to boil over.
“What did you say?”
He smirked. “You taste like heaven, Sugar. You also do purr like a good kitty.”
I sent my purse hurling at him, but he dodged it easily as he winked at me. “Next time I’ll have you wailing like one.”
He tugged on his tie and swept a hand through his hair before taking off down the hallway with a smirk on his face, waving at me as he disappeared through the ballroom doors. My blood was heated, and I took a moment to breathe. Hiding in the shadows, I wrapped my hands around my stomach and pressed my trembling fingers to my mouth remembering the firmness of his lips, the demanding way he molded my mouth to his. I shivered as I recalled his heated touch.
He was all about playing games and I wanted to submit to them, but I feared my heart was in danger. He was the first man who had touched me in years, and I admit, I loved his touch.
I groaned as I turned into the wall, my fist banging it in defeat. I’d let him in, yet he had no idea. No clue what he had just done to me. His hands on me burned and radiated along my skin. The connection was so powerful I eagerly let it consume me, and he fed off me in waves.
I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. This needed to stop, or he was going to drag me down with him. I pressed my hands over my mouth, still in shock from what I had just let happen.
My phone suddenly vibrated, startling me as I realized I was in an open space and anyone could have seen us. With shaky hands, I slid the dial on the screen and answered.
“Yes, hello.”
“How is everything, Miss Montes?”
“Mr. King!”
“Surprised?”
“Yes. Yes, I am a bit surprised.”
“I just wanted to make sure Mike was well and that the event was going well.”
“Oh yes! Yes, the book is coming along, and Mr. Knight is doing just fine. In just a few minutes he’ll be taking the spotlight.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that. I hope I’ll have something on my desk by the end of the month?”
“Yes, Sir. I can guarantee that.”
“I knew I could count on you. Now, will you do me a favor, Miss Montes?”
I closed my eyes hoping it didn’t entail me having to talk to Michael. “Yes, of course, Mr. King.”
“Please let Michael know that he has an interview Monday afternoon with Publishers Weekly. They want to know about his new projects and works in progress. He gets nervous with reporters, do you think you can be there for him, Miss Montes?”
I stared back at the giant ballroom double doors and slowly nodded. “I can manage.”
“Good. Thank you for the update I hope you have a wonderful evening.”
“You too,” I whispered just before hanging up.
I took a deep shaky breath and figured I might as well get it over with. Seeing him again was inevitable. As I entered the ballroom my whole body ran cold at the sight of him…of them. There he was on the dance floor with Reece draped along his neck and shoulders. She was laughing as he whispered something into her ear. I felt like the air was being slowly sucked out of the room and I lost my footing for a second. I knew I needed to leave and as I turned I witnessed the one thing that made time stop still for me.
Her mouth was suddenly on his. The lips that had kissed my own only seconds ago, were now on someone else. And he just stood there, kissing her back, without a care in the world. The sounds of cameras going off made me snap out of it and I turned away and ran, making my way out the main doors and that main staircase, and I got as far away from him as I possibly could.
How could he?
After touching me?
After promising all those sinful things to me?
Liar. He was a liar.
Fury coursed through my veins, more at myself than at him. I couldn’t believe that I was still that same naïve little girl who believed that her knight in shining armor had come to save her.
What a stupid girl, I was. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him.
All I had been was a game to him. Another conquest on his fucking belt.
The taxi stopped at a light, looking out the window I spotted a couple who stood in the rain. They were laughing and holding each other as they shared an umbrella, the perfect picture of young love and happiness. I had that once. That sweet feeling when you first start to talk to one another, the butterflies you get when he calls for the first time, the first kiss where lips tremble and hands don’t really know where to land, they just want to touch everywhere.
Tears rolled down my cheeks and I brushed them away. If there was one thing I knew is that I wasn’t going to let him win. He wasn’t going to manipulate me, I wouldn’t let him destroy me. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I have a sharp tongue. I’m too honest for my own good, and I talk too much. But I was stronger than to let anyone walk all over me.
I was stronger.