Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
The server peps up, the look of nausea passing. Before she departs, they exchange a few more words in Italian.
“She knows.” My head burrows against his thick arm.
“Ask me if I care.” His finger is now wetter from having been in his mouth. Leaning into me, he dips a finger into my swollen channel, twirling all my honey. “Luxury, we need to have a talk.”
“Wh-what? N-no, we don’t. I say we need to talk, not you.” Alright, that’s childish, but I need control for once.
He pumps deep inside of me, hissing, “What is the difference?”
“I’m not in trouble. You’re the troublemaker in this relationship.” I sigh, once again, arching my back, so his two fingers penetrate my g-spot. “While I appreciate you sharing about Graham—”
“Precisely! You absolved me last night.” He emphasizes his authority by sinking into my core.
Don’t scream.
Don’t shout.
Don’t holler.
The tempo of my heart accelerates when Victor’s mouth crashes onto mine. The hint of my next orgasm spirals out of control, and I detonate. Tucking my face into the strength of his shoulder, I suck in air. A match has been lit down the center of my body, coveting an even greater ecstasy. Stop begging for dick, Luxury, and tell him your feelings.
Once my walls stop quivering around his fingers, Victor says, “Alright, Little One?”
“Marvelous.”
“Good. Now for our chat.”
I groan. “I can’t think.”
Affection peppers across my face. “But you must.”
“Vic, after last night, you’re not a reformed man.” I give an acerbic mouth twist, then shake my head, allowing a genuine smile to fall on my face. “I’m willing to start anew, but discussing feelings while you’re touching me . . .”
A thumb languidly circles my clit. “We’re simply multitasking.”
“Multitasking? Well, forgive my reluctance to fall into the same pattern of your sex offsetting your flaws.”
“What flaws?”
“Don’t give me that. We all have them. Oh, forgive the snub. You haven’t the slightest shortcoming.” I perch a brow. “You were, clearly, the irreproachable, little asshole at circle time.”
He regards me in confusion.
“Circle time. It’s for kinder— Oh, whatever. I’ll recycle that joke for someone else. So far, you’ve made demands. That’s gotta change. Along with you opening up a little more. Now, honestly, tell me, are you sharing more about yourself?”
“No. Us.”
I like the sound of us. “Okay?”
“Just a couple stipulations, really.”
“Stipulations? Hello, what’s a synonym for demands—stipu-fucking-lations. In a relationship?” I shove at Victor, but the madman won’t budge. For the moment, I’m stronger than I’ve ever been. However, I won’t go into the fact that I’ve already cum, so placation might be why.
With a fork fisted in my hand, I order, “Move, Victor. Since day one, I’ve been at a disadvantage here. There’s a website to meet your sugar baby requirements. Because you’ll never have enough money for me to fuck you if rules are involved. People don’t make demands in relationships.”
Victor’s hand begins to creep back under the table, but I tug onto it, ceasing his forbidden pursuit. This half-ass scuffling calls the attention of a few patrons. I can’t care. I’ll be damned if the dick might have me agreeing to a few immoral requirements of his, so I push harder to preserve the little dignity I have.
“Don’t resist.” His eyes twinkle, even though he doesn’t laugh at me as usual.
“You’re crazy.” I clench my legs together. But instead of prying them open, Victor’s fingertips slither over my thighs ever so softly.
“You’d fail as a sugar baby, Little One.”
“Good. I’ll skip the phone a friend option and take the loss!”
“You’re bloody stubborn, my cheeky girl.”
Holy crap. The claiming. A delicious, dark heat pools in my core, rendering my thigh muscles hopeless. I shudder as he pinches one throbbing wall then moves his attention to the other.
“Now, are you listening, Little One?”
“Maybe.” I sigh, head tilting back, eyes hooded. Now, penetrate me, you heartless bastard.
Tremors travel down my spine as he kisses my neck and moves one pleasure-seeking finger in circles over my clit. The drenched fingerprint traces over my pulsing labia. It takes all my strength not to arch upward into him.
“Yes, Victor, I’m listening,” I whisper for reassurance.
“You belong to me, Lux.” The fact scrubs roughly against my ear.
“No, I don’t, Victor.” I wield an odd sense of confidence as my hips arch toward Victor’s large fingers, yearning for more.
He stops. I’m tempted to concede, but Victor stands up. He readjusts the large lump in his pants then yanks me to him. He pins me beneath the stormy, dark waves of his eyes. “Your insolence will not go unpunished. Come with me.”
22
LUXURY
The familiar emotion, which can only be comparable to compulsion, rears her ugly little head. She’ll fall prey to all of Victor’s desires. The sensation comes on very strong as Victor plants me into a posh chair in his bedroom. His hands clasp either side of the headrest behind my head, and he peers over me in silence. We did not exchange a single word on the way from the restaurant.