I wanted to throw her on her queen size bed with a floral blanket and fuck her like my little princess slut.
“Your cunt is so fucking tight, Princess,” I grunted, curling my fingers inside her. “Makes me think you’re a virgin.”
I opened my eyes when she took a sharp intake of breath. Mia’s eyes were wide, and she was no longer holding onto my arms. She swallowed, making her throat bob.
What the fuck?
I pulled away and took a step back. “Don’t tell me that you…” I turned away, willing my dick to turn soft, but that new information was both scary yet sexy. Raking my hand through my hair, I paced around her room. “You’re a virgin.Fuck.”
She straightened her shorts and wore her bikini, covering her breasts that had hickeys all over them.Fuck me. I was the one who had marked her with them and had my mouth on her pussy. My mouth watered just at the thought of her sweet taste.
“Why does it matter?” Mia asked, scowling at me. “I told you I have never orgasmed before.”
“I thought he didn’t make you cum when you fucked.” I laughed sinfully. “How are you even a virgin? You used to go on dates and—”
“I didn’t want to have sex,” she whispered and looked away from me. “I wasn’t ready, but now I am and you’re acting weird.”
Tension thickened in her room and I couldn’t stand staring at her. She looked so sweet and innocent in the cute white top with denim shorts, her hair piled up high in a ponytail with a few wisps of hair framing her dainty face. Clenching my jaw, I looked away. I couldn’t do it. Not when she was a virgin.
“Forget about it, Mia,” I said, my voice firm even when her eyes gleamed with tears. My heart hurt, but I had to do it. “I can’t—”
She chuckled, and it was humorless, raising the hair on my arms. “You’re such a fucking coward.” My brows raised when she stabbed her finger on my chest. “Coward. Me being a virgin doesn’t change anything. It’s a fucking social construct. I’ve been asking you to have sex with me and I know you want the same.”
“Princess, you shouldn’t have your first time with your teacher, your dad’s best friend, who is twice your fucking age,” I grit out, clenching my hands to stop myself from holding her. “I can’t do it.”
“Oh, so now you want to act all high and mighty by bringing the age in.” She was seething, her face red with anger. “Fuck you.”
“Princess…”
“Don’t call me that.” Picking up her purse and the key fob of her new car, she turned towards me. “If you don’t want to fuck me, then I’ll just find someone else.”
I glared at her when she walked out of the room. My vision burned just thinking about her touching someone else other than me. The thought of Mia showing off her sweet smile and daring anyone else to hear her moans made me see red.
Like hell I’d let her.
Mia
Slamming the car door a little too harshly, I stomped my way across Emma’s porch and forced a smile on one of the servants, who opened the main doors. How dare he. I hate him. At one moment he was all over me, whispering filthy things in my ear, and then cold as ice, trying to be honorable.
Emma’s driveway was filled with cars. Her main hall was covered with party decorations. Streamers taped to the walls and dangling from lights, ‘Mia’s Birthday!’ balloons hanging from the ceiling. Talking and laughter shrieked through the backyard where the pool was and the delicious smell of burgers wafted into the house. I couldn’t wait to go outside and show off my bikini, and make some wrong choices on my birthday.
So what if James didn’t want to sleep with me. I had plenty of other options.Or at least I hoped I had.
Caterers were moving through the hall, and I wondered why the heck Emma needed to spend so much on just a birthday. I appreciated the thought, but it felt extravagant. I made my way upstairs, towards the east wing where Emma’s room was and Summer pounced on me as soon as I entered the suite that was Em’s room.
“Happy birthday, my bestest friend in the entire world—oh. I think you need this more than I do.” Summer’s wide grin softened into a confused smile then in awe when I accepted the red cup and swallowed the burning drink in one go. It tasted like shit, but at least it matched my mood.
“You okay?” Emma asked, standing up from the dresser, her blond curls hanging perfectly over her shoulder. Her makeup was flawless, and she wore a lilac pink see through robe over her hot pink bikini. “You need one more cup of that…thing.”
I nodded, glancing at Summer, who was donning a white two-piece bikini that matched her golden-brown skin. She looked like an absolute goddess with her curls brushing her shoulder.
“Can you make me something strong? I really need it.” I sat down on the empty stool and met Emma’s eyes in the mirror. “Emma, I need to look more sexy. More… I don’t know. I don’t want to look like this for sure.”
“Babe, you are sexy.” She glanced at Summer, who was making some pink drink that looked scary. “But it’s your birthday. We’ll do whatever you want.”
Anything you want, Princess. I’ll do anything you want.
Anythingbutfuck me. I clenched my hands in my lap and nodded. “Yes. I want to look sexy, get drunk and have fun. Without any men.”