by Marian Tee
“Yes.”
He fingered one strap of her nightgown. “Do you have a special attachment to this?”
She had barely finished shaking her head when he calmly ripped it apart, and the shockingly violent action had her shivering with desire. That should have terrified her, but it only served to whet her desire. Oh, how she wanted the taste of his cock now.
He bent down and played with her breasts, his fingers expertly massaging them without ever touching her nipples.
“Please, Jason…please.”
But it was as if he didn’t hear her. Or, more likely, he was deriving pleasure from tormenting her.
His fingers stopped moving. “What do you want, ma petite?”
“That y-you touch me…”
“Touch you where?” he demanded.
Reacting to the unmistakable command in his voice, the one telling her to expose her greatest desires, she moaned, “I want you to touch my breasts and…I want you to kiss my nipples.”
She looked up, pleadingly, and was rewarded with a sensual smile touching his cruelly beautiful lips. And then he was lowering his head and she was arching towards him.
“Oh.” His mouth was on her breasts. His lips closed over her nipple. His tongue tasted her skin. His teeth scraped against the rosy bud of her breast.
He started to suck, hard, so hard she had to scream, her body arching against him. Her legs tried to twist around his waist, wanting to relieve the aching emptiness between her legs, but he growled against her nipple, “No.”
Her legs fell back down on the bed, leaving Keanne almost sobbing with desire.
“Please, Jason, please…” He was kissing her breasts so beautifully, suckling so expertly on her nipples that she knew she was so very close to coming. Valiantly, Keanne clung hard to her senses, knowing it was the only way to keep herself from being swept away by the pleasure of his touch.
Jason was moving down now, and she squirmed under him as she felt his hands pulling her panties away and tossing them to the floor. He gently blew against her sensitive flesh and she cried out.
“You’re torturing me,” she accused him.
“Yes. I am.”
The rich dark velvet of his voice made her shiver. She was so in love with him that she was thrilled he was torturing her. Keanne knew instinctively that he would never think of torturing Lilac this way. Lilac would always be the girl on the pedestal. Keanne was more than happy to be the girl living by his side, sleeping in his arms every night.
“Remember,” he growled. “Don’t come.” But he didn’t wait for her to speak, and it was good that he didn’t for by now, she had forgotten how to speak. All she could do was feel, and feel she did as he once again started tonguing her. Quick licks, slow and long strokes of his tongue, and playful darts around her clit.
She beat her fists against his shoulders. “Jason, please.”
“Don’t fucking come.”
“Jason, please…”
He didn’t answer, his mouth too busy working its magic on her.
Her eyes squeezed shut. Merde. If this was how Jason made love without being in love, how much more wonderful would it be if he finally fell in love with her? The thought had her arching against him. She screamed, needing to let go of the pressure inside her in some way.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring up at him, her body between his legs. He was on his knees in the bed, his erection proudly jutting forward. It was…large. Too large. So, so…much larger than she imagined it would be.
“Is that normal?” She had to ask. She really had to.
“It will be, for you.”
She gulped.
His eyes flashed, desire darkening his eyes to a stormy shade of blue. “That’s what I want you to do, ma petite. I want you to swallow my seed while you come with your fingers.”
“My fingers?” she gasped.
“Yes. I want to see you please yourself while pleasing me.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think I can do that…”
“You can. You will.” She opened her mouth to protest and he cut her off, saying simply, “You will because it is what I want and you swore to do whatever I wanted.”
Slowly, he reached up to release her wrists. “Now, touch yourself.”
Shakily, she lowered her hands to the triangle between her legs.
“Use one hand to pry yourself open, another to tease you.” He looked down to see that she was indeed doing as he commanded, and the most incredible sense of heat unfurled inside him to see her lovely hands slowly working between her legs. When he glanced back at Keanne, her face was flushed with both embarrassment and pleasure.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Move your fingers faster.”
“Yes.”
“Have you fucked yourself with your fingers before?”
“No.”
“Good. I want your virginity to be mine in every way. Only my fingers and my cock get to fuck it. Do you understand?”
“Yes?”
“Now touch your clit.”
She answered with a moan after doing what he commanded.
“Play with it the way I did.”
Another moan came out of her mouth, this time more drawn out.
She was so very close now and he knew it was time.
“Are you ready to come?” He slowly started stroking his own erection, and her eyes flew to him and his cock, her gaze entranced by the movements of his hands.
“Yes, please.” Even as she said the words, Keanne’s attention remained on his cock.
“Open your mouth then.”
Her lips parted.
“Wider, ma petite. I’m too big to fit that small hole.”
Her lips stretched wider and he gently slid his cock into her mouth. Her eyes widened and he pulled back swiftly, giving her time to breathe. “Relax your throat and don’t panic.”
“Y-yes.”
Her fingers had stopped moving, and he said sharply, “Keep touching yourself.”
Her fingers moved again and another moan escaped her. The moment her lips parted, he moved his cock back into her mouth. Her lips closed around his cock and he groaned. Slowly, he started to move, giving her time to adjust. He rocked his cock in and out, doing his best to control his movement because he didn’t want to risk having her gag and panicking.
Her tongue started to move, surprising him with delicious swipes across the sensitive head of his cock. Jason growled his pleasure, his hips moving faster on its own accord.
Shit.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” He gripped the headboard. Hard. He didn’t want to risk holding her head still because if he did, he might end up fucking her mouth hard.
But still she did it, lovingly sucking the head of his cock one moment and then biting the side of his cock the next.
“Keanne, dammit, I might not be able to control myself.”
When his cock slid out out of her mouth, she gasped, “I don’t want you holding back.”
Looking down, he could see that her fingers were still moving, Keanne having found a rhythm that was quickly pushing her to the brink.
Desperately, he said, “You don’t fucking know what you’re saying---”
“Fuck me. Come in my mouth. I want to take in---”
His fingers sank into her hair the same time his cock shoved back into her mouth. This time, he let go, no longer in control. Passion had taken command of both of them, and he held her head tightly as his hips jerked furiously.
Keanne sucked as much of Jason’s cock as she could while her fingers started to ache with the speed and force of her movements. Merde, merde, merde. Any time now. She could feel it building inside her. Any time, any time---
Jason groaned, his cock grounding against her mouth as a thick hot flush of fluid hit the back of her throat. It triggered her release, and she pinched her clit hard as she came against her own fingers, her body jerking with her rele
ase.
“Jason.” It was all she could say when her body was spent and he slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. As her eyes drifted shut and she fell into an exhausted slumber, the last thing she recalled seeing was the bleak look on Jason’s face.
Chapter Twelve
“Are you sure Jason Christakos is truly coming?” Gabriel asked her a week later as the two of them trudged their way back into camp, their arms full with old branches and sticks that they were planning to use for the bonfire.
Her chin went up. “Yes. Totally sure.” Gabriel had a habit of doing his best to provoke her into a temper, and she had a habit of taking the bait. It was really just the two of them playing a game, a way of burying the never-to-be-explored chemistry between them. But knowing that Jason was coming today, she knew she had to be extra careful. She did not want Jason to feel jealous again. Being jealous meant that Jason would lose control, and Keanne knew how much he hated feeling that way.
Gabe didn’t speak after that, making her feel a bit guilty. Had she been too sharp? She wanted to say sorry, but she was afraid he’d take revenge and bite her head off if she did. In the end, she remained silent at his side.
Eventually, her thoughts drifted back to Jason. It had been one glorious week since the day he had visited Keanne in her home. Seven nights of finding pleasure in his arms and during the day, whenever he could free himself from work, Jason would surprise her in school. He would also surprise her with the many creative ways and places he found to make her come.
Most of the time, there was always the danger of being found out, but somehow the thrill of being discovered only added to her excitement, and she would often find herself coming more than once – against his mouth, with her fingers, or with his fingers.
But…
She bit back a sigh.
He still hadn’t properly made love to her, and Keanne knew the cause of it could be traced back to Lilac, the girl he loved and she so dearly wanted to hate but couldn’t. It wasn’t Lilac’s fault that Jason had fallen for her the same way his brother had.
Her phone rang in her pocket, and she immediately dropped the heavy branches she was holding in her haste to get to her phone. Some of it fell on top of Gabriel’s foot, and a muttered expletive came out of him.
Jason frowned at the sound of a man cursing in the background. “Where are you?”
“Where do you think?”
He frowned. “Who is with you?”
“It’s just Gabriel.”
He stiffened. “Why are you with him?”
“Because we’re in the same year and today’s the day all freshmen are supposed to go glamping?”
Ah, fuck. He had forgotten about it.
“You forgot about it, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
She sighed. At least he was being honest. There was nothing she disliked more than being lied to. She had enough of that when she was fourteen and being manipulated by a selfish adult. “I knew it. Does that mean you won’t be able to come?” She told herself she would not be mad or disappointed if it was so.
Unlike Keanne, who only managed the Florida side of her mother’s wine empire, Jason was one of the two corporate heads of Christakos Inc. and was responsible for various operations all over the world.
“I will make it. I will just be a little late.” Guilt would not allow Jason to do anything otherwise. Forgetting about his promise to join her in today’s event was unforgivable, especially knowing that it was again because of Lilac that he was going to be late.
He had talked to her for hours.
And not once had he felt his chest aching, missing and loving her like he usually did. It had confused Jason and he had kept on talking to her, wondering if it was only because they hadn’t talked for so long that it had become awkward between them.
When the call ended, he was still feeling the awkwardness of the situation.
It seemed as if Lilac knew it, too. “You and Keanne are doing…well?”
“Yes, we are.”
“She’s your…girlfriend now?”
“No.” He paused. “Not yet.”
Being the intuitive girl that she was, Lilac said softly, “It’s not bad to make a person…wait….if it’s because you want to be sure…you do not want to…hurt her.”
“I don’t love her, Lilac.”
“Perhaps. But Jason, surely…you realize it now? You are n-not i-in love with me…either.”
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“They are talking about me, aren’t they?” she asked wryly when Gabriel joined her. She was seated on top of a checkered blanket she had laid out on the ground, facing the still lake. The evening breeze in the forest was colder than city temperatures, but she knew it wasn’t the reason she was shivering.
Again, her gaze went to the picnic hamper she had personally prepared for Jason and her. But the sandwiches were cold now, the wine no longer ice-cold. They looked lonely and abandoned positioned at the edge of the blanket, and she could empathize because she felt the same.
Gabriel seated himself on one of the larger rocks nearby. He picked a pebble and threw it into the lake, creating a ripple. “May I ask one thing?”
“Can I guess what it is? Are you wondering why I’m so stupidly in love with him?”
He blinked in surprise before a grin tugged at his lips.
Whenever he smiled, it took her by surprise because that was when she remembered how attractive he really was. Unsmiling, he was simply like a perfectly sculptured statue. It was one of the reasons why she had always been attracted to Jason and not Nick.
Nick Christakos was made of ice, Jason the twin made of fire.
“Yes,” Gabriel agreed. “I want to know why.”
“It’s the same reason why you can’t make yourself kiss me a second time.”
For a moment he was quiet, and then he drawled out, “You’ve researched about me, haven’t you?”
“Yup. You may not be one of the better-known members of the de Koningh family, but a little digging is more than enough to figure out who you are.” She looked at him sympathetically. “Is it that bad, the arranged marriage thing?”
He shrugged, and perhaps he had relaxed enough in her company that this time Keanne saw a glimpse of the prince in him. “We have all been raised to be prepared for such a thing. But it’s not something you really consider as real until you’ve been the one chosen.”
“The rules of your monarchy are so confusing,” she told him honestly. She had done her best to understand the complexity of the kingdom Gabriel’s family ruled, but after a few confusing paragraphs, she had given up. The bottom line: Gabriel was not the firstborn or even the second-born in his family, but he had been selected as the Crown Prince and it came with the obligation of marrying a princess not of his own choosing.
A slight grin curved on his lips. “That’s what I told my grandfather, the king, when I was young, but unfortunately, it didn’t sway him into changing the rules.”
“Can I ask you something?” She could see that he was going to tell her no, she wasn’t allowed to ask him anything because he was a crown prince and so she said hurriedly, “Who is it that’s keeping you from flirting with me? The princess or another girl?”
“You are too blunt,” he scolded her.
She smirked. “And you’re trying to change the subject.”
His eyes became hooded, and his voice was seductive when he told her, “I’m starting to see why Jason Christakos finds you so desirable he actually knocked out a man for you.”
She laughed. “Oh no, that’s not going to work again. There may be this chemistry between us but that’s just it – chemistry. You don’t love me. You don’t even really want to flirt with me.”
His voice was cool when he said, “Like I said. You are too blunt.”
“Like I said: it’s useless to change the subject.”
He answered abruptly, “The princess.”
She gasped. “I knew it!”
He raised a brow at
her.
“I don’t know. It’s just…something I felt. I don’t see you as the guy who keeps a girl hanging while remaining betrothed to another. I mean, that’s if you loved someone who’s not your betrothed. But if it’s the other way around?” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I can totally see it. You not wanting to be told to marry this girl even if – perversely – you actually like her.”
She looked at him eagerly. “Can I see her? I’ve Googled it for, like, hours but I can’t find a single photo of her.”
“Your loss.”
“Shut up. You have a photo of her. I’m sure you do.”
He raised a brow. “You’re so sure because?”
“Duh. Because we’ve got a lot of similarities so I’m betting that you don’t want anyone knowing how sentimental you are. So if you don’t have a photo of her on your phone, then you have one in your wallet.”
He said reluctantly, “My wallet.”
She squealed and got up, running to him. “Show me. I want to see what the poor girl looks like.”
“Shut up,” he said mildly.
She laughed, jostling him on the shoulder. “Show me!”
He took out his wallet and flipped it open. The photo he revealed was that of a beautiful girl with long wheat-colored hair and turquoise eyes. If anyone was born looking like a princess, this girl was it.
“Oh my God, she’s beautiful.” She bent closer, her head touching Gabriel’s as she tried to get a closer look at the girl that had unknowingly captured the heart of someone like Gabriel.
“She’s deaf,” he said flatly.
Her eyes flew to him in surprise.
“And that’s why I…left. I don’t want to marry out of duty, but I don’t want her to think it’s because of her handicap that I’ve refused marriage.”
She touched his arm. “I’m sorry.”
Before Gabriel could speak, footsteps crunched behind them. A cold voice asked, “Am I interrupting something?”
Chapter Thirteen
Gabriel said calmly, “I’ve been keeping Keanne company and trying my best to convince her that you’re not worth waiting for.”