I watch in fascination as whatever she’s dealing with internally plays out on her face. I don’t think she realizes just how expressive she can be when she forgets to conceal her emotions. At times, she’s good at hiding her pain and anger, but right now, they’re written all over her. I can’t even pin it down to one in particular.
I take a predatory step toward her, closing in on her. “I think I know you just fine, dirty girl,” I whisper just as a smirk twists the corners of my lips. “And what I do know is, you’re fucking lying about the name Scarlett. See, the thing is, you don’t look like a Scarlett, you don’t talk like a Scarlett, and you sure as fuck don’t ride cock like one either.”
I watch as a tremor travels through her body. A deep red flush of paint colors her skin; starting from her chest, it goes up her slender neck to her cheeks. My hand curls into a fist at my side as I fight the basest need to yank her into my arms and strip her completely bare. I bet that flush has traveled all the way across the expanse of her flesh.
“Well, I’m telling you the truth now,” she states matter-of-factly. Of their own accord, my eyes settle on her chest, and a sinister smile curves my lips when I spot the two hardened peaks through the thin, satin material of her dress. She’s enjoying this. Even if she doesn’t want to, for whatever reason. I’d bet my left nut her pussy is soaked. I can practically smell the musk from here, and fuck me, all I want to do is bury my face between her thighs and taste her.
“Oh, yeah?” I cross my arms over my chest, staring her down. “Since we’re being honest, mind telling me what’s got your panties in a bunch? Not too long ago, you looked like you’d seen a ghost.”
Her lips thin. “I-I … well, I …”
I chuckle, taking another step toward her. “Ah, there you are, dirty girl. I was wondering where you went.”
Her plump lips part as she inhales gulps of air through her lips. That blush tinting her skin deepens, if possible, and it makes me rock fucking hard.
Snapping out of it, she shakes her head and takes a threatening step toward me. “Nothing is wrong,” she growls, jabbing a red-painted nail at me. “I just wasn’t expecting to see you here is all. I wasn’t even expecting to be invited up here for … whatever this is.” She throws her hand around the room wildly, indicating she still doesn’t truly understand what this place is. “You made it abundantly clear last night that it was a one-time thing. Of course, I’m going to look like I’ve seen a ghost! I didn’t want things to get awkward.”
I contemplate her answer. I didn’t realize I was so harsh about the possibility of a repeat yesterday. I’m so used to rules and making my intentions clear with the women I sleep with beforehand to avoid any misconceptions or broken hearts. It’s happened, and it’s never pretty.
There’s no denying that I felt myself getting too lost in Mackenzie yesterday. It’d been a long time since I felt that content around a woman when we weren’t fucking. Telling her our tryst was a one-time thing helped give me the upper hand and perspective when I needed it. Only now, I just feel like a fucking asshole.
I close the distance between us and trail my finger up her delicate neck and around the slender curve of her jaw toward her lips. “I think an exception to my rule is necessary with you, dirty girl.”
Her breath hitches as my finger traces her plump lips. Her eyes flutter, and it looks like she’s struggling against the need to close her eyes and lean into my touch.
“W-Why is that?” she breathes out so quietly that if I wasn’t standing so close to her, I wouldn’t have heard it.
“Because Mackenzie. Your pussy is divine, and fucking you will always be at the top of my priority list. Don’t you agree?”
I watch her suck in a sharp breath. Her lips part, but no words come out. The effect I have on her thrills me. My smirk widens as I step in closer. I trail my eyes up and down her delectable body in that dress, and unable to help myself, I find the swell of her creamy breast and stroke her flesh with the pad of my thumb. What I’m really dying to do is tug the material down and free her tits, which I know are more than a handful, and take one of those pale, pink nipples into my mouth.
“I asked you a question, Mackenzie.” The pad of my thumb traces circles on her skin, distracting her. It dips dangerously low, almost freeing her nipple.
A whimper slips past her lips, and her eyes slam closed as she utters the word, “Yes.” Her chest rises and falls almost violently. Her nipples are hardened peaks, just dying to be licked and sucked. I can smell her pussy; her sweet nectar is wafting through the stifling air and fucking with my head. This woman standing before me drives me fucking insane, and I can’t even explain why.
It also doesn’t escape my notice that she answered to Mackenzie and didn’t bother to correct me. I smile wickedly.
Seems I do have a little liar on my hands.
“The things I want to do to you.” I growl right next to her ear, my lips grazing the shell. A shudder works its way through her body. I slide a hand around her hip and squeeze the flesh of her curves.
Her swallow is loud. “What kind of things?”
With my hand firmly placed along her lower back, I yank her hips flush against my body and rub her against my cock that’s straining to get out of these slacks. I burrow my face into her neck, nuzzling her skin and flicking her earlobe with my tongue as I go. She smells fucking divine. Like trouble and mine all wrapped in a sexy little package.
“See that window right there?” I ask in her ear, guiding her head toward the dance floor below. “I want to fuck you against that window. I want to drive so far inside you, so deep in your cunt that whoever is dancing below will see you squirming and screaming my name against the glass.”
Mackenzie’s hands latch onto my chest for support. Her nails embed themselves into my skin as she tries to keep her knees from buckling. She’s imagining it. Picturing my cock driving in and out of her while hundreds of people below are none the wiser, unless they stare long enough.
I palm her full ass, grinding my pelvis into her to drive my point home. “Your tits will feel cool against the glass, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like the thought of someone watching me fuck you. You’d get off on it because I told you so, right, Mackenzie?”
“Oh, God, yes,” she moans, dropping her head to my chest, squirming against my hard-on.
“Look at you,” I breathe, staring down at her with a fire brewing in my gut. “Such a fucking dirty girl,” I praise, my fingertips digging into her skin as I try to restrain myself. I want to slam her against that window and fuck her senseless. I want to fuck her into next week. I want to keep fucking her until my name is ingrained in her mind, and my touch is imprinted on her soul and body.
“Do it,” she whispers, lifting her forehead off my chest and staring into my eyes. Her eyes—a hazel storm of colors—are swirling with fire and lust. She’s fucking incinerating me. She’s burning me up from the inside out.
A grin spreads across my face.
“Turn around,” I command, and she does as I say, just as I knew she would.
I’m dripping. Christ, I’m dripping like it’s no ones business.. Just from his command alone, my panties are soaked, and my core is painfully throbbing at this point. And of course, I do as he says. I don’t care that this isn’t what I came here for. I don’t even care that I know who Sebastian really is. I just need him like an addict needs her next fix. After one night with this man, I’m a fiend. I need him inside me. I need to feel that same connection I felt with him last night.