plush king hotel bed. He turns down the ivory comforter and drops me right in the middle. I stay exactly where he sets me, naked and bared for his eyes. He grabs my diamond earrings that cost my father a ridiculous amount, wrapping them securely in a thick bath towel the size of a small blanket. He takes the towel back to the bathroom, leaving it behind on the counter and shuts the door. “What are you doing?” I inquire, thinking that maybe he plans to sleep in my bed with me. As much as I’d enjoy it, it’s too risky, my security detail would figure out he’s here, and they’d alert my father to it. That’s the last thing I need when I’m so close to having my sister back.
He flashes me a devious grin, sliding between my thighs from the foot of the bed. He tosses my feet over each shoulder. “We’re gonna play a game.”
“Hm?” I smile in return, curious as to what he’s got in mind. I have a feeling it has to do with us being naked, and I like that idea already, although my pussy is throbbing from his size, begging me for a reprieve. This may never happen to me again, so there’s no way I’m going to give in to the soreness and not take full advantage of these moments with Ripper.
“We’re gonna call it, how quiet can Gem be?”
Releasing an amused laugh, my brow rises. “Is that so? And who says I’ll be the one needing to be quiet?” I challenge. His head dips between my thighs and my hands fly to cover my mouth. His tongue lavishes my pussy in long strokes and I know I’ve already lost this game in the best sort of way.
Over the next week, each evening is close to the same. Ripper sneaks into my room somehow, and brings me hours of pleasure, then he skirts by my security detail in the early hours of morning to go back to his club. Rather than reach my fill of him, I find myself growing desperate by the hour to have more of him. Each night his promises grow bolder, his remarks filthier and it turns me into a writhing, panting, hot mess for him. My pussy is absolutely wrecked. I’ve been soaking in hot baths with Epsom salts each morning, and yet I still beg him to brutalize my core. The pain is encased in pleasure and a sick satisfaction knowing an outlaw is hooked on having me whenever he possibly can.
My father will be here soon, and thoughts of leaving are bombarding me, putting me on edge. To be on edge is dangerous, because you stop caring as much. In my case, I’ve quit attempting to mask my moans at night. I’ve gotten so loud during my multiple orgasms that the team won’t look me in the eye the next morning. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. Truth be told, I don’t care in the slightest and find the whole thing funny. What can they do? Demand me to stop pleasuring myself, or tell my father I’m up all night, enraptured in bliss? They don’t know it’s Ripper in my room making me feel these things, so they have nothing to go on, and proper etiquette insists they act like it never happened in the first place.
As our nights grow longer together, the days until I leave grow shorter. That knowledge has one thought popping out to me: I don’t want to go home. I’m not ready. For once in my life, I understand how my younger sister must feel when faced with turning back to a life without any passion in it. I love my parents and I’m proud of my father for what he’s done for the country and our family, but I want to run away now too. I want to have my own life that isn’t in the campaign spotlight—one where I can make questionable decisions and relish in the feelings afterward.
Ripper has told me he wants more time with me, but is that when we’re naked, or in general? Whatever it is, I need to figure out a way to make it happen. I need to change my life.
Chapter 10
The day I changed was the day I
quit trying to fit into a world that
never really fit me.
- JM Storm
“What made you like this?” Alice questions one night after I’d spent a good hour tasting her sweet pussy. She’d writhed