My dick is hard, and my hands are fisted. I shouldn’t want her the way I do. She’s all I ever think about. I knew it’d be this way. My brother was right. I’ve never let my dick control me before, but it does with her. I crave her taste when I wake up in the morning.
She lifts her arms and tries to fasten a necklace.
I clear my throat. “Let me.”
She jumps at the sound of my voice but doesn’t turn to face me.
I step up to her, grab the chain, and fasten it. My fingers touch her skin, and I can’t help myself. I run them down over her spine, making her shiver.
She spins around to face me, and my eyes sweep over the V-cut dress. Her boobs are smaller than most the women I’ve been with in the past. But I’m obsessed with hers. I love that in a world full of fake, she’s real. No piercings, no tattoos—her skin is flawless. My eyes travel up and over her fragile neck to her face. Big silvery-blue eyes stare up at me, filled with apprehension.
She thinks I’m crazy!
That what I’m doing is insane. But maybe I’m not doing it for her father. Maybe I’m being selfish and doing it for myself? Maybe I want to be the one to show her off. She’s my trophy. Something only I have ever had. No one else has ever touched her, kissed her, or fucked her.
Her eyes are outlined with black liner on top and bottom, making them even more prominent. Her lips are a nude color, and her lashes look like they’ve been dipped in ink. She bites her bottom lip nervously. “The lady said this is a good color,” she says in a soft voice. If I didn’t already know she was nervous, her voice would have given her away.
I take a step back and look over it. It’s skintight until you get to her hips. It’s got two slits in it, leaving a small piece down the center. I reach down, grabbing the soft material in my hand and pull it to the side to see she’s wearing a matching-colored thong. I imagine ripping it off, turning her around, and bending her over the island to fuck her right here and now. “It looks perfect on you.” I let go of it.
She blushes and looks away. I cup her face, her eyes coming back to mine. “Dillan.” My name is breathless on her lips, and I regret that I set up a fucking dinner tonight. I’d much rather stay here, alone, in bed with her.
Her hands go to my waist, and her lips part. I lower mine to hers, and she opens up for me, letting me taste her.
Fuck, she’s intoxicating. Is this what addiction felt like for Grave? If so, I now know why he could never stop. My free hand slides into her curled hair, and I tilt her head back.
I force myself to pull away, and her eyes flutter open. “Later,” I promise and kiss her forehead. Then I turn around and leave her in the closet to head for a shower. I need a cold one.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MIA
I SIT IN the passenger seat of Dillan’s car while he drives us to the restaurant. My heart hammers in my chest. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It’s just a dinner with friends. Women do this all the time. I’ve never been around all the Kings at the same time and the girls. Not in this type of situation.
Dillan reaches over and slides his hand between one of the slits in my dress and grabs my thigh.
My pussy clenches. It’s amazing what your body can crave once it gets a taste. I always knew I was missing out on not only human interaction but just the longing for a touch. The sex is great but put that to the side. Just the way he touches me here and kisses me there. It makes me a puddle of water at his feet.
Now I understand why women do stupid shit for a man who they could have no future with.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I answer and realize that my legs are bouncing, and he can feel it. “Just a little nervous.” I can’t lie to him.
“Don’t be. Everyone is going to love you.” He looks over and smiles at me—a full, white toothy smile that shows off two dimples and makes his eyes light up from the lights on the dash.
I feel wet between my legs and pray that the thin cotton thong I wear is thick enough to keep the silk dress from showing how much he affects me.
He brings the car to a stop in front of our destination and removes his hand from my thigh. My skin is now cold. “Wait for me,” he orders and then pushes his door open.