Flipping my hair, I said, “No offense, Ransom, but you’re too old for me.”
The only thing getting old was the bullshit I was spewing at the speed of light. I was delirious with need, and nothing, and no one else could make it better but him.
He waltzed over to where I stood, my dress half undone. He smirked, crushing a perfectly transparent ice cube between his white, straight teeth.
My spine melted in that moment, it was so hot.
“What do you want, Princess?”
I blinked, considering the possibility of telling him the truth, versus feeding him another lie. I decided the truth was better. Ransom never shamed me for my truth. Not for my dyslexia, and not for my life choices.
“I want…” I craned my neck, trying to appear regal and dignified. “I want what you did to her.”
It felt good to let the truth out. Even if I couldn’t understand my reaction to this man.
“I want to do to you what I did to her,” he surprised me by saying, his voice matter-of-fact. I allowed myself a moment of breathlessness at his words.
Yes. Finally.
“But I also don’t want to mess up my life, either. Guess which option appeals to me more right now?”
“Nothing wrong with a little walk on the dark side.” I mustered the courage to run my hand over his chest. He clasped my wrist, pushing it away. My back was pinned against the wall. He stood close enough for me to smell his breath, the whiskey on it, his aftershave, and that singular, sour-sweet sweat of a man.
“You’re not worth it,” he sneered.
“Is that why I can feel your erection digging into my thigh?” In my boldest move yet, I cupped his cock through his slacks. He was hard and terrifyingly large. I’d never touched a penis before. Willingly, anyway. I kept my hand there, even though I didn’t know what to do next.
“Hallie,” he warned.
“What?” My eyebrows shot to my hairline. “Nothing’s happening here,” I said innocently.
He studied my face. I could tell he was at war with himself.
“I don’t fuck gentle,” he hissed.
“No one’s asking you to.” I swallowed. “I want the fantasy. The degradation. I want you to break me completely, and then me to pick myself up without anyone’s help.”
I started rubbing at his shaft. It was clumsy—my hand was at a weird angle—but after a few seconds I felt his cock twitch in my palm in response.
“Nothing’s happening here,” I repeated.
“Nothing?” His silky voice caressed every inch of my body, his lips so close to mine.
“Nothing.” I licked my lips, waiting for him to kiss me. I looked up, tilting my head so that our mouths were perfectly aligned.
“You want a kiss, don’t you?” A mean smirk graced his lips. “I don’t think so. Not after you exchanged saliva with Max.”
I felt his fingers brush the inside of my thigh. My knees became weak. I opened up my limbs like a flower, inviting him to come and play. My hand rubbed his cock harder. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. But then I also couldn’t believe it had taken us so long.
I’d always wanted him.
From the moment I saw this stranger looming over me while I was on the balcony, sunbathing, a twisted, sick part of my brain had wanted him to pin me to the sunbed and fuck my mouth while I lay there, helpless.
“Take your tits out,” he ordered dryly.
I withdrew my hand from his cock to work at the final few buttons, but he cupped my palm, keeping it pressed against his shaft.
A sardonic smirk touched his beautiful lips. “I trust you can multitask.”