Chapter 2
“I want this so badly, Victor,” I murmur. “I’ve wanted it since the first time I saw you out by the pool your body glistening.
I touched myself thinking of him, but now it’s real.”
We reach the living room and I push him down onto the couch gently, my hands on his shoulders, feeling the breadth of them, the power coiled there.
Then I sink to my knees between his legs, my dress riding up my thighs as I settle.
The carpet is rough against my skin but I don’t care—all I focus on is him, the way he spreads his legs wider to accommodate me, his eyes locked on mine with that predatory gleam.
“Unzip for me,” I urge, my fingers trembling as I reach for his belt. But I want to hear him say it. I want to hear how much he wants this too.
My voice is breathy and pleading as I look
