“You’re not supposed to be making public appearances as part of the Rosano household,” he said, equally soft. “Or did my dad not make that clear enough?”
“I could have justwalked away.”
“But would you have? I wasn’t willing to gamble on it.” He paused. “Now we’re stuck in here until they move on. So tragic for you.”
As he spoke, his fingers slid over my skin again, the tips this time. They traced my arm from my elbow up to the sleeve of my dress and down again, and I swallowed hard against the wash of heat the contact sent through me. It wasn’t abigcloset. He was standing just a couple of inches away from me. One heave of breath would bring our chests crashing together.
“Stop touching me,” I said, but it came out in a murmur too faint to be really convincing.
“What? Like this?” A glint caught in his eyes as he teased his fingertips over me, now following the angle of my arm all the way to my wrist, where I’d braced it against my belly. Then they skimmed up, over the curve of my breast above, just missing my nipple—which was already pebbling, thanks to my treacherous fucking body.
“I don’t think you really want me to stop,” he whispered, like we were in on a secret together. “I think you’re dying to find out just how good you can feel with a guy who doesn’t have one foot already in the grave.” His voice took on a crooning note. “Poor little Firebird, locked away in a cage with no one to look after her.”
I couldn’t let him control this situation. He wanted to play me, but I could play him right back. I wasn’t the only one with hungers here.
“Maybe I’m not the one who’s been lonely,” I said, letting my hips sway forward. My belly brushed a solid bulge beneath the fly of Felix’s pants. “You seem awfully desperate for a piece of tail.”
He snorted. “I’ve got all the tail I could want here. If I was looking to get my dick wet, I’ve got plenty of places to go. I want to show you how easilyyoucan unravel with the right man.”
“And that’s you, is it?”
“I believe it is.”
He raised his hand to cup my breast fully this time, his thumb swiveling over the peak with enough force to send a giddy jolt through me despite the thin padding of my bra. More heat pooled between my legs. If I didn’t get a hold of myself soon, I was going to end up soaking right through my panties.
I trailed my hand down his chest in turn, all the way to his straining erection. He hummed in mocking approval and tucked his other hand between my legs. The press of his fingers against my sex shocked a gasp out of me despite my best intentions.
Felix tsked at me and leaned close enough to murmur in my ear. “Better keep quiet, Firebird. We wouldn’t want the big bad men out there to find out what you’re getting up to.”
He stroked me between my legs, still massaging my breast with his other hand. His fingers traced the dampening line of my pussy and flicked up over my clit, making me bite my lip against another gasp. My pulse thundered through my veins.
Ithadbeen a long time since I’d felt anything like this. Too long. Fuck.
But Felix wasn’t trying to get me off. No doubt he was aiming to take me right to the edge and then back off, dangling my orgasm in front of me as bait. They wanted me to beg. They wanted me desperate forthem.
That wasn’t going to happen in any universe in existence.
The knowledge of his probable plan bolstered my resolve. The heady sensations racing through me faded just a little into the background, enough that I could think even as my hips rocked with the rhythm of Felix’s admittedly talented hand.
I curled my fingers around his erection through his pants. His breath gave a little hitch that told me all I needed to know.
I gripped him firmly and worked him up and down through the fabric, matching his pace on me. Squeezing here, rolling the heel of my hand over the head there, putting to use all the techniques I’d learned for a speedy rush toward release when I’d wanted nothing more than to be done with my wifely “duties” as soon as humanly possible.
Since I’d had to take care of my husband one way or another, I’d preferred to do it effectively and fast than feebly and forever.
A rough sound escaped Felix’s throat. He was jerking against my grasp now with little thrusts I could tell he was trying to restrain.
He hitched the skirt of my dress right up. His thumb darted over my clit, his fingers pressing my panties right up inside me, and I bit back a moan.
If he was going to up the ante, then so could I. I undid his fly with a sharp yank of the zipper and delved right into his boxers. My hand closed around his scorching, velvety shaft.
Felix muffled a word that sounded like a curse behind clenched teeth. He curled his fingers around the edge of my panties, teasing bare flesh now, and a shudder passed through me. He could feel it—he’d know how close I was getting.
“That’s right,” he said, his breath tingling over my cheek. “That’s my good little slut.”
Another spike of pleasure quivered through my nerves. I closed my eyes, and one thought blazed into my mind, grounding me. I had to walk away from this first.
I gave his cock a few more skillful strokes of my hand. Precum glazed the tip. Felix bucked into my palm—and I wrenched myself away from him. In a few swift movements, I’d tugged my dress back down, wiped the wetness from my palm on the patterned folds that would hide the damp spot just fine, and pushed the closet door open.
The men who’d clustered just down the hall looked up as I strode toward the staircase. I didn’t even glance at them or back over my shoulder at the coat closet that still concealed Felix. He’d have to stay in there for a while longer unless he wanted them to realize whathe’dbeen up to in there—and that he hadn’t been the one in charge.
My pussy was aching from the lack of release, but I could go take care of that on my own right now. It didn’t dampen the surge of triumph racing through me.
Anthea: 1. Rosano brothers: 0. Suck on that, arrogant pricks.