Page 73 of Five Days to Be Mine

“Which one?”

He grinds against me, like he’s leading us in a slow dance, and my throat goes dry.

We’re in public. He shouldn’t be touching me like this…he squeezes my breasts through my bra.

“Look up, Mara.”

Reluctantly, I raise my eyes to the large rectangular mirror in a black frame.

My breath stops as I watch Evan lean against me, kissing my neck, squeezing my breasts. We look in sync together.

I’m a big girl, there’s no denying that, but with his lean muscular body over mine, I feel…small. Not in a bad way.

And it’s not how I feel…it’s how Evan makes me feel.

As if he could and would protect me, that he’s strong enough to handle me.

“Very pretty.” Evan unsnaps my bra, letting it hang down under my dress, then he’s expertly sliding down my leggings and panties.

“Evan, what are you doing now?” I giggle nervously as his hot breath is against my neck.

“Testing out the mirrors.” His amusement eases my worries. I kiss him back, but then he captures my mouth, firmly taking control of my lips.

I gasp in pleasure as his thumb lays against my clit.

“So pretty. Come for me, princess.”

My heart races.

In this room full of mirrors, this man wants me to shatter for him.

I squeeze my eyes closed, not sure if I can do this. My body tenses.

But Evan slides a foot between my feet, tugs on my lower lip. “Open your eyes and look at me. Look at us. I want you to watch how pretty you are when you come for me.” His soft but commanding tone has me meeting his eyes. He takes my chin and positions me, so that I’m looking in the mirror.

My face is all red and splotchy, my eyeliner is smudged, my dress is all bunched up, my leggings are rolled down to my knees, with my panties above them.

“You are so sexy, princess.” His palm presses between my breasts.

All I can do is let him support my weight as I sag against his strong body.

My heart thuds in my chest, I feel like the world is spinning.His hand moves up, collaring my throat. Nothing has ever made me feel as cherished as I do in this moment.

“Now come for me.” He curls his fingers in the perfect angle, hitting my G-spot so hard, I’m shaking. “Look at us,” he orders, his breath hot against my ear.

He circles my clit. My sensitive bud of nerves leap awake as I stare at us in the mirror.

The look of pleasure on his face, the cocky smile, knowing he is pleased by what he sees, ratchets up my arousal.

A noise from outside of the room snaps my head towards the door.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. The door is locked. Give me your orgasm, now princess.”

My head comes back against his chest, his fingers curling, hitting my G-spot and I can’t hold back the pleasure but my eyes are open because I want to do what he says, and seeing how he’s kissing right behind my ear, his eye, his biceps tightening, breaks open the dam that was holding the orgasm back.

I scream and immediately his hand moves from my neck to my mouth, muffling my sounds.

Tears are rolling down my cheeks, my body is heaving with the release.

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