\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
Get on your knees and beg, princess\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet\u00a0<\/p>\n
We didn\u2019t even make it to the room properly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment the door swung open, his lips were already on mine, Hot, and hungry. The kiss stole every ounce of breath from my lungs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Strong hands caught my waist, pulling me into him like he couldn bear even an inch of space. I stumbled backwards, gasping, and looped my arms around his neck to steady myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My head spun.\u00a0<\/p>\n
God, what\u2019s happening to me?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Everything felt dizzy. His touches were desperate, like he\u2019d been starving for me, craving me with every inch of his body.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why me? I thought wildly. Why did he want me? Who even is he, this man who didn\u2019t flinch going against Matthew? Who booked the most exclusive penthouse in America like it was a motel room? Who makes me feel like my entire existence is vibrating beneath my skin?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had so many questions. And yet, I didn\u2019t want the answers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His teeth grazed my lower lip and made me gasp. He took that gasp as an invitation, and the next second his tongue slipped into my mouth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I moaned into the kiss, my mind completely gone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hand slid from my waist, moving up to cup my chin, tilting my lace, angling the kiss deeper, and messier.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d never been kissed like this in my four years with Matthew.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He wasn\u2019t just good, he was an expert. He kissed like a man who had studied women, learned every hidden weakness, and memorized the exact pace to unravel them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And God, I was unraveling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My back hit a table. I gasped, and he didn\u2019t stop, his hands now roaming, his lips never breaking from mine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tried to keep up with him, but I was lightheaded. Finally, he pulled back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His chest was rising and falling hard, and so was mine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His blue eyes were dark and locked on me like I was prey and he was just choosing how to devour me next.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared up at him, trembling, my lips swollen and damp.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was still wearing the mask.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why was he still wearing it? Was he ugly? I wasn\u2019t the type to care about appearances, and besides, I doubted he was anything short of good-looking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I reached up slowly, fingertips brushing the edges of it. He didn\u2019t stop me, or say a word. In fact, his lips quirked into that lazy, wicked smirk again, as if he\u2019d been waiting for this moment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I kept my eyes on his, then carefully slid the mask down.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It fell to the floor, and I froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was breathtaking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sharp cheekbones, and jawline, tousled black hair that fell over his forehead. His skin glowed under the low lighting, and when he smiled, his white teeth flashed. And those ocean-blue stirred something in me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
dot on your knees and beg prncess\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou-\u201cI couldn\u2019t stop myself. My hand reached up again, brushing along his jaw, transfixed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look\u2026\u201d My voice came out as a whisper. \u201cYou look awfully familiar.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His grin widened, and without warning, he slipped his arms around my thighs and lifted me up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAh!\u201d I gasped, hands flying to his shoulders.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He placed me down gently on the kitchen counter like I weighed nothing, his palms sliding along my waist.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His body slid between my legs, and my breath hitched. His nose nudged the back of my neck before his lips found my skin, pressing a kiss there that sent a shiver trailing down my spine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it matter where you\u2019ve seen me before?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He placed another kiss, this time lower, closer to my shoulder. My head tilted on instinct, exposing more of my neck, my eyes fluttering closed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNnhg\u2026\u201d The sound escaped before I could swallow it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He hummed against me, pleased. \u201cAll you have to do is relax and let me pleasure you, princess.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
After saying that, he sank to his knees in front of me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment his eyes lifted to mine, my heart skipped a beat. There was something reverent in the way he looked up at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease\u2026\u201d I whispered, but I didn\u2019t even know what I was begging for.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His rough hands caught my thighs, spreading them apart. My breath hitched, the boldness of it making my legs tremble. He leaned in and placed a kiss on my calf, he moved higher, kissing my leg until he reached the inside of my thigh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His lips hovered dangerously close to where I was already throbbing for him. He glanced up at me again, watching my face as he pushed my dress up slowly, dragging the fabric until it gathered at my waist.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes landed on my black panties. \u201cFuck, you\u2019re dripping.\u201d He dragged a finger right over the center, pressing gently where I was already aching, and I gasped, my legs jolting slightly from the jolt of pleasure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me guess,\u201d he murmured, voice low and rough. \u201cThis pretty sight was meant for him?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My face flushed crimson, and I looked down, unable to hold his gaze. How did he know? Was I really that obvious?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had worn them for Matthew.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We were supposed to go home together after the party. I thought maybe, he\u2019d finally notice me again, touch me the way he used to. But now, a complete stranger was the one kneeling between my legs. Not Matthew.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Faith really had a twisted way of playing games.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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