you want?” She hisses the words at me, barely above a whisper.
“I want to fuck.” And with that I pull her face towards mine, kissing her on the mouth, tasting the slight remaining hint of gin from her drinks earlier. For just a second, she struggles and tries to push me away. But then she stops. And forces her tongue into my mouth, exploring me with a hunger that she’s never shown before.
Chapter Seventeen
Lilly
This entire evening has been a mix of emotions. I started the night nervous but excited, anticipating my role as the femme fatale at the poker game. Then I was shocked to discover that I enjoyed playing that role. I could feel the power I had over the men in the room. That feeling of power quickly gave way to fear and frustration in the face of David’s actions. As usual, I was reminded of the fact that he controls every detail of what goes on under Fortuna’s roof. Including me.
When he first kisses me, my first instinct is to pull away. He’s been acting like an asshole after all. But then that jumble of confusing emotions that’s been brewing inside of me erupts. I’m still angry, but I want him. I want to feel his body against mine. I want to forget the tangled mess of thoughts inside of my brain and just focus on my body. And his body.
Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I run my hands up over his shoulders and through his short hair. I take a tiny bit of hair between my fingers and tug, ever so slightly.
“Hey.” He jerks his head back and stops kissing me immediately. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I thought you didn’t want to talk.” I level a stare at him as I carefully trace a finger down the nape of his neck. I can feel goose bumps rising on his skin at my touch. The thought that I am capable of doing this to him is intoxicating. It’s my touch that’s getting to him.
“True.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me again. Holding my chin in one hand, his lips on mine, he begins to trace a path down…my chin, my neck, tasting me with kisses, tickling me with his hot breath. I gasp as he bites my neck—hard. Hard enough to leave a mark. “Shush.” He stands straight and brings a finger to his lips. Without a word, he grabs the delicate straps of the evening gown I’m still wearing and tugs them over my shoulders, roughly jerking the dress down, over my butt, and letting it fall to the floor. Since I didn’t wear panties—as he’d requested—I’m now totally naked in front of him. Normally I’d feel vulnerable, but tonight…I don’t care.
I press my body against him, sensing the heat coming through his shirt and the hardness of his muscles. His shirt is slightly moist and when I push into him, I can feel the thin sheen of sweat on his skin coming through the fabric.
Without a word, he pushes me away and brings a hand to my neck, encircling my throat gently. His eyes have that dark storm brewing in them, but for once, I’m not afraid. He begins squeezing gently.
“Trying to take my air away to shut me up?” I whisper, curling my lip. I try to maintain my stone-cold look but have to step back to get out of his grasp.
“Just reminding you who’s in charge,” he says coolly, watching as I inhale deeply. “You had clearly forgotten earlier.”
“I followed all of your goddamned instructions for the night,” I spit at him.
“Except for the most important one. I told you that if I asked you to leave, you should do so without question. Immediately.”
“You never asked me to leave. You told me. You never ask anybody to do anything. That’s your problem.” As I’m talking, he’s unbuttoning his shirt. I’m still angry but I can’t help watching as he reveals his muscular chest and abs. Quickly, I shift my eyes back to his face, hoping he hasn't noticed.
“The only problem I have right now is you.” I hear the click of his belt buckle being undone and have to remind myself to maintain eye contact. “You made quite a scene downstairs.” I hear the slippery sound of his leather belt being pulled off.
“So what? I didn’t go to my room like a good little girl and now you’re going to punish me?” I ask him sarcastically.