go back to Palos Verdes, to that community, to that school and face everyone after this much attention?”
He’s silent for a moment, then he pushes away from the counter and strides over to me in a slow, predatory way that makes my jaw slack. I look up at him, helplessly drawn into his charisma and the way he’s looking at me.
He leans down now and cups my face in his large palm, his gaze holding mine.
“You’re not anyone’s pinata, Little Minx,” he purrs, his eyes dark as they rake me from head to toe again. “You’re my fierce girl. You don’t take shit lying down. You’d never allow them to kick you. I fucking know that you kick back. You bite back if you have to, fight back and give as good as you get. I mean, you know the drill.”
“A drill, Julian, that’s all it was. It wasn’t real, just a mask I put on,” I whisper, looking down. “Things are going to be different from now on. You can’t tell me they won’t.”
“While things change, Little Minx,” he starts as he pushes me back to lie on the couch gently, then he hovers over me with one hand on my left ankle, his hot, intense gaze never leaving mine. “Other things stay the same.”
“Because that power, baby, it’s who you are. It just doesn’t go away because you’re going through shit.”
I bite my lip, my eyes welling with tears as I look up at him. How do I respond to that? How do I tell him that no one has ever said such words to me or told me that I’m strong?
Then he starts caressing my legs, the rough callouses of his fingers awakening a darkness in me that only he can call out to play. I love the way he touches me, the way he looks at me like he is now, making me hot, needy and way too vulnerable to be able to utter a word. All I can do is swallow. Hard.
A shiver of arousal goes through me as his caresses become more intentional, running up my legs and back. He looks up at me then, his gaze dark and knowing.
“Why, Mia?” he purrs, a ghost of a smirk on his face that makes another shiver go through me. I already know what he’s asking for but how do I answer that? I have no idea what I wanted to accomplish by wearing this skimpy thing.
“I wanted to try my new lingerie,” I whisper, but my voice is thick with arousal.
“While you are mad at me?”
Huh?
“I wasn’t mad at you,” I defend myself, but his fingers get closer to my sex, and he runs a finger over my panties, right at the seams of my wet lips. It’s like a bolt of electricity, making me jump on the couch. He smirks then, looking up at me.
“You see, Little Minx,” he starts, bringing his face closer to mine as if he’s about to kiss me, but he doesn’t, leaving me starved and ready for him. “The thing about your anger is you express it in actions. When you put this on, you knew what you wanted. You knew what you were asking for.”
Was I? I swear I just wanted to have a good time with him after the call I received.
“I’m not asking for anything,” I whisper, looking up at him, my fingers itching with the need to touch him, so I fist my palms tightly, and press them to my sides.
Lowering his face, he starts planting wet, wicked kisses in the crook of my neck, while his fingers start rubbing my clit over my panties.
“Is that why you’re wet?” he purrs in my ear. “I’ve barely touched you and here you are, a second away from shooting off like a firecracker.”
“Maybe I was practicing my new skills,” I whisper seductively. “I mean it was you who taught me how to touch myself, wasn’t it?” I bat my eyelashes at him, biting down on the moan that wants to rip out of me.
“I also taught you to take your pleasure seriously, didn’t I?” he groans in my ear, sucking and biting my neck then in one move, he rips my panties off me, making me gasp. “Didn’t I, Mia?”
All I can do is nod, looking up at him. He holds my gaze as he plunges three fingers into me in one go and I buck off the bed when he starts thrusting in earnest. Well, let’s