Page 53 of Wicked

As she wipes her eyes, she nods. “Deal.” She inhales and seems to calm. “And just so you know, I’m not all sweet and innocent!”

“Phah,” I huff, stepping closer and holding her face in my hands. I keep the rest of my body away from hers because I’m now hard. “Talk is cheap, Raven. The other thing is this. Do not push me! I fuck. That’s what I do. I make people come in ways they’ve never come, and that’s not always healthy. Do you understand me, Raven!”

There is silence and that raw sexual energy we had in the bath is building again.

I’m tempted to take her now against the castle wall or on her knees in the grass. Just rip her panties off, or push them aside, and get the job done.

Teaching her how to come, in all the ways possible, and to really comecannotbe on the list. Quickly, I backstep, and the energy reduces.

Raven wipes tears away with the back of her hand, and she extends her other, as if it’s a business deal. I go along with it, and we shake. I’m not even sure she is serious, and heck, it’ll probably blow over tomorrow and she’ll forget it.

Even so, her hot curvy body and that tight virgin pussy would be amazing as it stretches wide to accommodate my cock.

It could be incredible sex, if only she knew what to do and how to use her perfect body. Only she doesn’t!

No master has taught her.

I suddenly remember the old villa and dear Maria. It’s the last place in the world I want to make her beg, plead, and come. Maria can never know. Never know I’m a sick and wicked brute.

I glance up at the old castle, and it’s the last place anyone would hear anything. “We will use the castle before…” I say, drifting off.

“Before?”

“Look, my family need to sell the castle. That’s why I’m here.”

“But that’s terrible. How can they?” Raven asks, looking around. “It’s amazing, and who in the world has castles?”

“I understand, but it’s a long story, and no one is around to keep an eye on it.”

“But surely there must be a way!”

“I’m working on it,” I say as my eyes sweep the area. I finish looking along the coast and sea. The view really is world-class. As Raven sniffs, I look back at the poor thing.

I throw a protective arm over her, and she steps in closer. I wrap my arms around her, and I think about her future.

One day she will meet someone special. Meanwhile, her and her tight wet pussy are mine. Maybe her butt too.

For now, I have three complex duties on my mind. Find a way to keep the castle. Keep building my empire. And have Raven bucking on me and losing her mind.

I shake my head and remind myself of the last. Sex and walk. Ten minutes only. No games. No fun. And nothing wild. Not this one… She is out of bounds.

As Raven rides away,I return to my duties. I get a lot of work done, and I focus on saving the castle. A few ideas develop, but nothing solid yet.

I return to the villa at sunset, and I enter the dining room after changing. The fire is going, and it is nice to be back. Too many years in boardrooms, too many meetings in suits with lawyers and bankers, and too many five-star restaurants have softened me.

I avoided a bath, and I swam in the sea. I do not need my energy messed up, again, and I want to stay focused on the castle.

As Raven enters just before dinner, she appears calmer. She is still wearing cute denim shorts, but she has washed her face, done her hair, and she looks fresh.

We share a sly look as if we have a secret. We do. I will work my way inside her tomorrow,and more.

“So, did you get the costumes?” I ask.

I want to know if we’re still on and what she is planning. She shoots me a playful look and her eyes flare for a flash. “Real gentlemen wait patiently until they get under the silky petticoats.”

I laugh, and the chargedelectricityin the room calms.

I’d forgotten she was an English major, and her theatrical quips are entertaining and fresh.

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