“You see.” He muttered to Mattie. “Why on Earth would I want Cornelia, or anyone else, when I have her?”
At that he strode away from his best friend’s side to approach his fiancé, taking her hands in his the moment she was within range and kissing her cheek.
“Happy birthday.” Her words were soft, and she was clearly shy.
“I was worried you weren’t coming.” He drew her into an embrace, the material of her dress like butter beneath his fingers.
“Of course I came.” Myf pulled away to look at him, confusion filling her light blue eyes. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well.” Johann looked over at where Emma was standing slightly behind Myf, watching him with something frankly dangerous in her eyes. “I haven’t seen you for a couple of days.”
“Yes, well, I didn’t want to get in the way,” said Myf, glancing around quickly.
“You’re never in the way.” Johann pulled Myf off to one side of the door way and slotted his mouth over hers.
Just as every time before she all but melted into his arms, her lips parting beneath his as her eyes fluttered closed on a moan. Johann knew that pretty much everyone in attendance was watching him. Since his grandfather had announced it publically it was a well-known fact that he was getting married, however this was the first time that many of them would be seeing his future wife. Not that he cared right now, instead he felt himself drowning in the sensation of her wrapping her arms around his neck, and the taste of her kiss.
“It’s just …” Johann kissed her again before Myf could get another word out.
“You thought I’d invited people here just to sleep with them?” He released her from his arms. “I wouldn’t Myf, I wouldn’t do that.”
Myf didn’t exactly seem convinced by that, but she let him thread his fingers through hers and lead her across the dance floor and to the bar. He knew that she didn’t really drink, and from what he understood wasn’t even one for partying. This whole situation probably had her very uncomfortable, and for a moment he felt guilty about how his life seemed to just be taking hers over.
For the most part his guests left them alone for the majority of the night, with only his close friends and family hanging around. Johann was finding that he actually preferred this to the way he would usually surround himself with the superficial socialites of wherever he happened to be.
However, the moment that Emma drew Myf away from his side to talk to some of her friends who were in attendance, Johann felt someone sidled up beside him.
“Come on.” Cornelia’s voice was a sly whisper in his ear, and the next thing he knew her fingers were curling around his wrist and she was pulling him into a dark corner of the nightclub.
“Cornelia.” Johann knew that it was a dangerous situation being alone with her, especially after what Mattie had told him about why people thought she had been invited in the first place. “What can I do for you?”
She gave him what he recognized as her seductive grin, her fingers moving slowly down the line of buttons on his shirt before he caught her hand and removed it. For a moment she let it hover in the space between them, before lowering it to her hip. “It’s more what I can do for you.”
It didn’t take an idiot to figure out exactly what she was talking about, and though his dick was certainly interested in her advances, his mind knew better than to listen to it this time. “I don’t need you to do anything for me.”
That caused Cornelia to frown. “You can’t tell me that you’re satisfied with that fiancé of yours? She doesn’t look like she could do much more than lay on her back with her legs open, and we both know that you want more than that.”
“Excuse me.” Johann jumped so far back at the sound of Myf’s voice that his back hit the wall.
“Myf.” He tried to force his way past Cornelia, only to find himself trapped in the corner.
“I don’t know who you think you’re fooling.” Cornelia’s voice was filled with venom as she all but spat the words at Myf. “Everyone knows this is a political marriage, after all, there’s no way a man like Johann would go after something like you.”
“Cornelia, that’s uncalled for!” Johann reached out to grab Cornelia’s shoulder only to have his touch shrugged off.
“And what makes you think he would rather marry someone like you?” asked Myf.
“Because I’m far better suited to him in every way.” Cornelia’s shoulders went back as she lifted her head haughtily. “Well, better than a fat little virgin like you, anyway.”
Something close to fury came across Myf’s face then, and before anyone could react she had pulled back her fist and punched Cornelia so hard in the face that the other woman fell to her knees screaming. Naturally, this caught everyone’s attention, and Mattie came over at a run to help her to her feet and lead her away.
Then with one last look at him with wide and wild eyes, Myf turned and ran from the nightclub and out into the Sao Paulo night.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The rest of the night went by in a blur. Johann had been strictly forbidden to go after Myf himself as it was too much of a security issue, and so he was stuck inside the nightclub pretending to make merry with the rest of his guests. It had actually been quite a surprise to see how fast everyone had got over the altercation between Myf and Cornelia, in fact he was beginning to wonder whether they had all been waiting for something to happen.
By the time he retired to his hotel room well after midnight, Johann’s gut was a bundle of nerves that he was fighting to gain control of. He hadn’t heard a single word about whether Mattie and his team had been able to find Myf, and the idea of her out there on her own was enough to make him want to punch walls. So when there was a knock on his hotel room door at nearly four in the morning, he was ready for heads to roll. What he didn’t expect was to find Myf standing there still wearing her dress from the party, though her shoes had gone missing at some point.
“Where have you been?” He took her elbow and drew her into his room, making sure that he shot off a quick text message to Mattie as he closed the door behind her. “I’ve been worried.”
“I’m sorry.” She let him lead her to the bed where he pushed her down gently to sit on the mattress. “I shouldn’t have made such a scene, I promised myself coming into this courtship that I wasn’t going to get jealous.”
“It’s alright.” Johann sat beside her and cupped her cheek in his palm. “Don’t worry about it, everything is fine.”
“And it’s your birthday …”
Johann silenced her with a kiss and her soft groan was enough to prove to him that she wasn’t upset with him anymore for Cornelia’s antics. They kissed long and slow for several minutes, before she pulled back from him.
“What’s wrong?” He stroked his fingers down her cheek.
“Lay down.” Her words were soft but there was something in her eyes that had him kicking off his shoes and shifting back on the mattress so that he could recline back on his elbows. By now he knew better than to try and interfere with Myf when she in this mood, and so far he hadn’t been disappointed.
This time didn’t seem any different because the moment that he had got himself comfortable, she stood at the end of the bed and pulled the spaghetti straps of her dress down. By the time they had got half way down her arms, gravity took over and the soft navy fabric piled around her bare feet. Beneath it she was wearing some black lacy underwear, and it was in that moment that Johann knew what he wanted from this night. “Come up here.” He held a hand out to her, and with nothing more but a quick flush to her cheeks Myf took it and climbed onto the bed with him.
“Hey.” She smiled shyly at him as she straddled his lap, a delicious pressure to his groin that had him hardening immediately.
“Hello there.” He bent his knees to help support her on the soft mattress before moving to sit up and slide his hands over her bare waist. God he wanted her. Desired her with a passion unlike anything he had ever known before, bu
t for the first time in his entire life Johann was going to deny himself that pleasure. “You disappeared.”
Myf dipped her head and kissed him, her lips moving softly against his as she seemed to be wanting to explore the shape of his mouth with her own. At that action Johann took her into a deeper embrace, completely dominating her mouth as he did so.
“I’m sorry,” she said again.
Pressing his hand against the small of her back, he watched as she instinctively followed that unspoken direction. Arching her back and gasping out a groan when he used his free hand to cup her breast. Tracing the delicate pattern of the lace of her bra, he trailed the pads of his fingers over the hard nub of her nipple in a feathery light touch. “You feel so good.”
“Johann!” Myf’s voice was high and thready, causing him to lower his head and graze her nipple with his teeth. At that touch her hips rocked forwards and her fingers dug into his scalp, a chuckle coming from his throat at the feel of her desperation.
She truly was beautiful in that moment. Utterly gorgeous with her long black hair hanging like a sheet down her bare back, miles of creamy skin on display, and her breasts barely restrained within their black lacy confines. “I want you so much.”
He felt her threading her fingers through his hair, before she used it to tilt his head back so that they could look into each other’s eyes. Her lust for him was clear, and he felt a similar need. A throbbing in his groin that was so urgent as to be painful. No matter what he wanted though, there was no way that he was taking her virginity in a hotel room in Sao Paulo when he had had too much to drink. Didn’t mean he couldn’t blow her mind.
“Up here.” He lowered his hands from her waist to her luscious arse, urging her forwards as he did so.
“What?” Her hands rested on his chest. “Johann?”
“I want to taste you.” He watched her blush at his words. “Take off your knickers.”
Myf’s blue eyes stared at him for several long moments, before she moved off to one side and with a smooth practiced movement, she slid her knickers down her legs and kicked them off. “Where do you want me?” He didn’t answer, instead reaching for her hand and drawing her in until she was kneeling over his shoulders. “What am I doing Johann?”
“Put your knees near my shoulders,” he said.
“OK.” Myf moved over to him, taking a deep breath as she straddled his face before awkwardly settling back on her heels.
It was clear that she was nervous as well as aroused, and Johann slid his hands up the length of her thighs before easing them over her round hips. After finally settling them on the smooth bare skin of her arse, he drew her even further up until she was kneeling just above his mouth, before turning his head and kissing her inner thigh. Once he knew she was comfortable he slid his lips up the creamy skin to press a soft kiss to her outer folds where they hid her pearl. The smell of her arousal was heady, a salty sweet scent that was heavy in the air.
“If I do anything you don’t like, just let me know.” He didn’t even wait for her to respond before he licked a path up her slit from bottom to top, moaning softly at the taste that exploded on his tongue.
Above him Myf’s back arched, and she made a sound that was a cross between a sob and a wail. Her hips rocked within his grip, and Johann moved his hands so that he could spread her open to reveal the smooth pink flesh and the swollen bud of her clit. Sucking a bruise into the skin of her pelvic bone, he brushed the very tips of his index fingers over the sensitive skin on either side of the organ. Waiting for her to start panting, he pressed his thumb firmly against it.
Her cry was enough to cause him to take hold of her hips, dragging her forward so that he could swirl his tongue around her clit before sucking it lightly between his lips. Myf’s thighs tightened on either side of his head, and he craned his neck to press his tongue even harder against her. She fell forward at that, one hand going out to catch her fall against the bedhead, whilst the fingers of her other hand clutched at his hair.
“Johann!” His name came from her mouth in a jumble of sounds. “Fuck.”
He was having to hold onto her hips firmly now to stop her bucking off of him completely. Inexperience was making her clumsy and desperate, however Johann knew better than to stop and give her time to process what was happening. The more he licked, sucked, and used his tongue to paint patterns on her hot and swollen flesh, the higher her cries rose until her wails filled the room. Sliding his fingers between her folds, Johann used the copious amounts of slick coming from within her to smooth the way as he circled her opening, before easing just the tip of one inside.
She screamed at that, hips stuttering desperately in his hold and her internal muscles clenched around his fingertip, and sweet clear fluid gushed from her and down his chin. Her hips were still moving, as though chasing the last tendrils of pleasure from her orgasm. Releasing them, Johann quickly reached down to tug at his fly and pull out his erection. Hissing at the sensation of his own hand, warmed by Myf’s skin, wrapping around his cock it didn’t take him more than a few strokes to spill. Biting gently into her thigh as he did so, just to feel her body jerk.
With his hand still dripping, he cupped her hip again, rubbing his essence into her pale skin as he helped to ease her down his body so that she could rest her head on his chest. There was something dark and possessive about smearing himself over her skin, not that Myf seemed to mind if the soft sounds she was making were any indication.
“We have to do that again.” Myf raised her head so that she could suck her own juices from his chin.
Johann had to kiss her then, the pure eroticism of that single move more than his barely functioning mind could handle, and for several long minutes they lay there wrapped around each other whilst their tongues duelled.
“We can do that every night for the rest of our lives.” He chased her mouth again for one last lingering kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“What are we going to do with all this hair?” Kasen ran a hand over Myf’s head, causing her to jump at the unexpected touch. “Will we be able to get a tiara to work with it?”
Myf had been in Helsinki now for close to a week, and preparations for her wedding were in full swing. It was actually quite strange that despite having been groomed to be the perfect wife her entire life, Myf had never actually considered the wedding itself. Which was probably why she felt completely out of her depth as she sat in the main sitting room of Suomenlinna Palace. Kasen sat to one side of her, Johann’s mother, Helmi, on the other, while a never ending parade of hairdressers, jewellers, dressmakers, florists, etc. were shuffled past her.
“What’s wrong with my hair?” She looked between the two women. “I didn’t know that it was going to be a problem.”
“Oh, it’s not.” Helmi patted her gently on the arm. “Your hair is lovely dear.”
“I’m just not sure that we’ll be able to get it around a tiara is all,” said Kasen. “Might need to cut some off.”
A bolt of panic went through her, making her stare at the Queen in absolute horror. “Why?”
“Oh, don’t be silly.” Helmi’s laugh was light, but the arm she draped over Myf’s shoulder was definitely protective. “I’m sure Johann likes her hair just the way it is.”
Myf felt herself flush at those words, remember the strong hand that Johann liked to tangle in her hair while she was on her knees for him. Ducking her head she hoped that neither Kasen nor Helmi would notice her reaction, certainly not wanting them to know the reason behind it.
“I suppose we could braid it.” Kasen’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she looked back up at the older woman. “It would probably look quite lovely in a more traditional fashion.”
“Very well,” said Helmi. “Now … cake?”
***
The phone ringing woke Myf up from a light doze around 11pm, causing her to reach out blindly to the nightstand to grab it. Not even bothering to look at who on Earth could be calling her at this time at
night, she hit the ‘answer’ button and held it up to her ear. “Hello.”
“Hey Myf.” It wasn’t the first time that Johann had called her since she had left New York. His voice sounded even more heavily accented over the phone than she remembered it being in person, and the sound of it on the other end of the line caused a shiver of desire to drop down her spine. There was something terrifying about the physical reaction he caused in her.
“Johann.” She sat up in the bed, leaning against the headboard as she did so. “How are you?”
“Fine. How’s everything going over there?”
She let out a groan and flopped back down on the bed. “You know I had thought that being in an arranged marriage everything would be planned for me.” She flung her spare arm over her eyes. “If I have to see one more potential wedding dress I’m going to scream.”
Johann laughed, the sound warm through the phone, and she couldn’t help but smile in response. “I have all of that to look forward to.”
That was true. Johann wasn’t due to arrive in Finland until the twenty-first of December, which meant that he wouldn’t have much time to get ready for the wedding himself. More than likely that meant that he and the people that Kasen had hired to organize the whole thing, would be running around like mad.
“They love you.” She cradled the phone against her shoulder. “You’ll probably have everything done for you by the time you get here.”
“They love you too.” His voice sounded amused. “Everyone thinks that you’re far too good for me.”
“Well, they’re right.”
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