Monster A Dark Arranged Marriage Romance - Vanessa Waltz Page 0,47
with my erection. The thought of plunging my cock inside her tingled my balls.
“I didn’t come here to do this, but you’re making me eat my goddamn words.” I laughed at my stupid joke and kissed her swollen clit. “I can barely think straight. Everything is a roar in my head, except this one loud voice that’s ordering me to fuck you. That doesn’t make me a bastard, Evie. Especially when you rip off your clothes and taunt me with your perfect body.”
My tongue delved into her, and I lapped up her sweet arousal. Her grip tightened on my hair. She stilled and seemed to hold her breath. The sounds of my eager mouth filled the air.
Evie let out a raspy moan that twitched my cock.
“Ohmigod.”
“That’s it. Lose yourself. Ride my face until you come.”
Evie’s breathing grew ragged. A whine burst from her lips when I stuck in my tongue as far as it’d go. Her arousal slipped down my tongue, and I drank every drop, yanking apart her clenched thighs. Evie seemed to lose her strength. She held on to the wooden counter, eyes shut.
“F—fuck. You feel so amazing. I—” Evie trailed off, her fingers diving into my hair. “No…no, I’m supposed to be mad at you.”
“Then be mad, baby.”
She moaned. “Fuck you.”
I cracked my palm over her ass. “What’s that?”
She dug into my scalp. “I—I said, fuck you.”
I lifted her by her ass cheeks, her stomach pressed to my face. I kissed the velvety-soft skin as I laid her over the table scattered with sketches, displaying her to glass windows. I parted her legs and pushed my head between them, my tongue stroking her pussy before stabbing inside. I licked and sucked her clit, ramming into her tight bud. Evie writhed and utter sexy, female high-pitched groans.
Her hips rocked as I ate her out. Her thighs tightened on my face. She sighed, abandoning herself to pleasure as she gave rush hour traffic quite the show. Her hips chased my tongue, her pebbled nipples gliding under my hands. I swirled and flicked her clit, stopping her from climaxing to nip her thigh when she was close.
Five minutes later, I decided she could come. I closed my mouth on her and sucked.
A spasm rippled through her leg. She burst with a cry. She clenched around my face as her orgasm ripped through her and dug her heel in my head. Once she slumped over, chest heaving, I helped her off the table. I knelt and grabbed her panties and jeans, yanking them over her hips. Then I dressed. I’d have to jump into a freezing shower the second I got home.
“Let’s get going.”
“Where?”
“Home, and then out to dinner.”
“Not Sanctum.”
“No. Somewhere nice.” I grasped her chin, and her grin curved into my fingers. “Would you like that?”
Her eyes gleamed. She seemed halfway between tears and joy. Maybe Evie wasn’t crazy for listing every amenity—even hot water—in that journal. How would she react to the really good shit?
Evie nodded.
“I’ll wait for you outside.”
Later, I hooked Evie’s arm and we walked into the rain-free night. Christian grinned like he swallowed a flight of canaries. He gave me a thumbs-up.
I flipped him off.
Evie’s smile made me feel like I’d scaled Mt. Everest. “It’s hard to know when to stop fighting you.”
“Never.”
“Seems like a long time.”
“The moment you stop is when you lose—your life, your innocence, everything.”
“It’s mine to lose,” she countered as we strolled to my car. “And that’s not what scares you.”
I opened the door. “I don’t let myself get scared.”
“Then why do you fight me so hard?” She stood still, her soft eyes melting. “What do you think might happen if I win?”
“Impossible.”
“You better hope so…because I don’t think you’re ready to face what you might gain if I win.”
“And what’s that?”
“A life. A family.” Her eyebrow arched. “Forgiveness?”
“Nothing that I deserve.”
Her hand touched mine gently, a soft flicker of hope in a cold night. “But it’s the only reason I keep fighting.”
Sixteen
Evie
I’m grateful my husband can wield chopsticks.
Was this a date?
It felt like one, with the dimmed lighting, the place settings, and the jitters turning my stomach.
Tony took me to a Michelin-star Japanese restaurant in the Leather District. I’d been dying to go to ever since Christian showed me photos of the food. We relaxed in a gracious room with a long counter topped with satiny wood. Behind the sushi bar, golden lights illuminated a warm brick wall. Small tables filled the other side.
Everything was perfect, especially Tony, ridiculously sexy in