“You were never going to help me, Finn. You don’t give a shit about me or my brother. I’m just another woman for you to use in your quest to either please or piss off Daddy.”
That’s not true. I do care about her. But I’m completely blinded by rage at her flippant comment. And after that display, my plan to turn the staff against the union by making them believe Sasha had been corrupted is completely derailed too. I finish my whisky before dragging Sasha back through the casino. I take her down to the security office, push out the staff member inside, and lock the door behind us.
“Maybe I don’t give a shit about you,” I snarl, cornering her. “And why should I? But at least I was willing to give you something in return for your help. My father is going to crush you, Sasha.”
“I’m not scared of your father,” she stammers. “Not like you are.”
I push her against the desk, trapping her between it and my body.
“I’m not afraid of anything,” I growl, my lips against her neck. “But I think you are. I think there’s a lot you’re afraid of.” My hand skims up her thigh, moving up her skirt, just an inch.
She puts her small hands on my chest. It’s an absolute turn-on, and I shove my hands under her legs, sitting her on the desk. She’s shivering, whether from fear or desire I can’t tell. Maybe it’s a combination. I kiss her neck and work my way down her cleavage while I skim my palms over her full breasts.
God I want her. The intensity of my desire sets off alarm bells in the back of my mind. I’ve wanted a lot of women, but not with the ferocity that I want Sasha.
But then she whimpers, and I know I’m not going to be able to interrogate that feeling any further tonight.
I continue my slow exploration, pressing my fingers into her waist. Her sweet lilac smell mixes with her arousal, and my cock hardens in response. I brought her into this room with the intention of getting her worked up and then leaving her to find her own way home, but I want to taste her. I need to taste her. How much of my anger is bluster, too?
I stroke her breasts again, pissed that I can’t feel her nipples through the stiff material of her bodice. I’d like to play with them, roll them in my fingers, get her dripping wet. Instead I hitch up her skirt further. Those pretty knees are pressed together.
“Are you wet?” I murmur, moving my hand under her skirt, touching where her thighs meet. “I bet you are, Sasha. I bet you want me, even though you know you shouldn’t. What do you want me to do to you?” I place my hands between her knees and gently pry them apart. She resists at first, but then lets me open her up. I’m keenly aware of the difference in our sizes, and I’m sure she is too. I inch my hand up her thigh, slowly, until I get near the top, and realize she’s wearing garters to hold up her stockings.
“Fuck.” I shove her skirt the rest of the way up, and press my mouth to the garter, licking and nipping her through the lace. My hand goes to her pussy. “You are wet,” I groan, stroking her through her panties. “So hot and so wet.”
I finger her through the lacy barrier of her panties for few minutes, working her up as I lick and kiss her inner thighs. Her legs are shaking, and she’s grasping the desk like a lifeline.
“Lift your hips,” I growl. She obeys, just how I want her to, and I slip her panties off. Black lace. I stuff them in my suit jacket pocket. Her legs have drifted shut, and I push them open again. I look at her face for just a moment. Her eyes are heavy with lust, her lips quivering. She wants it, but I’m going to make her say so. I trace the outer seam of her lips, and then part them gently. She shivers.
“You’ve got a beautiful cunt, Sasha.” I use the word I think will shock her the most. Her eyes widen. “Did you know that?” I stroke her there, over and over. She’s sopping wet now. “I’m going to eat you out.”
“Finn,” she whispers, her voice high and soft again. It makes my dick even harder. Fuck.
“What?” I drag my fingertip across her clit.
She lets out a sweet little gasp. I do it again.
“You’re too wet to pretend like you don’t want me,” I growl, crowding her space. “But I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you.” I lazily rub her clit as she fights for the right words.
“I don’t know,” she stammers. “I’ve never done any of this before.”
“So innocent,” I murmur in her ear, raking my teeth down the sensitive outer shell. “Given how you behaved out there, it’s hard to remember.”
She lets out a panicked little gasp, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Do you want me to eat your cunt?” I ask. She jerks against me as I drag my finger up her slit. “Do you want me to put my tongue inside you, love?”
“Yes.”
It’s quiet, but laden with desire. I position myself in front of her open legs and press my face into her pussy.
I lick her and her legs start to close around my head. I hold her thighs open and feel the silk of her garters against my fingers. Has she always had these, or did she get them hoping I’d see them? I’m so hard it’s almost painful, but that can wait. I fuck her with my tongue, dragging it up and down her slit, thrusting in and out of her tight channel, and then tonguing her clit. Her whimpers increase in pace and frequency as I devour her. I suck her clit into my mouth and lash it with my tongue. She tastes so fucking good. I need more. I pull her hips so she’s tight against me, and her whimpers turn into little pants.
I find a pace that makes her pull my hair, and I stay there until she’s breathless. I feel the tension building in her, tighter and tighter. I don’t stop. Normally I’d switch things up, draw her out more, but she’s ready now. I drag my tongue over her sweet bud over and over and over and she comes hard against my face, screaming my name. I’ve never heard my name sound so good before.
Fuck.
I lick her through her orgasm, and she comes down, shivering around me.
I’m hard as a rock, and if I don’t get some relief soon it’s going to be bad.
“I want to fuck you with my cock.” I kiss her cheek, my face wet with her come. “But not here. You’re not going to lose your virginity on a desk. I’m taking you upstairs to the hotel. Okay?”
I don’t want everything in her life to be harsh and cheap. I’m angry at what she did, but I can’t blame her for doing it. And I want her first time to be memorable in a good way.
She nods. I help her down from the desk and she goes honest-to-god weak in the knees, and I pull her next to me to keep her from falling.
This night is turning out to be salvageable after all.
13
Sasha
What am I doing? Why am I letting Finn Carney take me up to a hotel room at his family’s casino? His father was so angry. I was terrified. That compressed, quiet anger is scarier than the predictable, explosive rage I’m used to. Still, when Finn dragged me into that security office, a secret part of me hoped this would happen.
If his family is going to destroy me, I might as well not die a virgin.
What a fucked-up thought from a fucked-up woman. But I want Finn anyway. And if my life is going to be full of pain, I deserve to get some pleasure, too.