Page 17 of Downfall

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” She states.

“No?” I tease. “You ever touched yourself while thinking of me?”

She gasps, turning to stare out the window and I wonder if she’s planning on jumping out at the next junction. I guess I can’t blame her. I’m being a prick I know, but I’m enjoying it, enjoying her reaction, enjoying getting under the little pampered princess’s skin.

“How come you’ve never been with anyone else?” I ask.

She shrugs. “It’s not from lack of trying. My parents pretty much control my life. They watch me like a hawk.”

“Where do they think you are right now?” I ask. No doubt she’s told some lie to explain her absence.

“In bed with a headache.”

“And if they check?”

“They won’t look too close” She shrugs. “They’ll see the outline of a sleeping person under the duvet and be satisfied. I’ll sneak back in later and they’ll be none the wiser.”

I laugh. She’s confident of herself. She’s probably pulled that stunt before. “You’re a little liar aren’t you Rose?”

“When I have to be.” She says jutting her chin in defiance.

“Will you lie to me?” I ask.

She tilts her head, that hardness softening. “No, as long as you don’t lie to me.”

I take her hand squeezing it. It’s odd that despite how little we know each other already I feel something for this girl. “I won’t lie.” I say wanting her to hear it, to hear what I’m feeling. “I’ll be honest with you. Always.”

She smiles like I’ve just promised her the world. And then her hands start undoing the buttons on her tight little shorts.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

She takes my hand, pushing it down into the hot wet fabric beneath. “I thought we agreed to be honest with one another?”

“How is this honest?” I ask as she manoeuvres my fingers right to where she wants them.

“I want you to touch me and I know you want to as well.” She says as she starts to rock her hips just a little.

“Fuck.” I growl, looking around, trying to figure out how the hell to get off this damn road. I cut the lane, earning a sharp toot from the person I almost crash into and then I pull off, onto a side road, pulling up as soon as I can.

She glances around, noticing how deserted this road is and then pulls her shorts down entirely leaving her in just her tiny thong.

“You’re fast becoming a slut for me.” I taunt.

“Like you don’t want this.” She says spreading her legs.

I grin, grabbing her hand and shoving it down my own pants, ensuring she gets a good hold of me. Her eyes widen as she feels my cock and how hard I am.

“Don’t worry Rose.” I murmur as I tighten my grip around hers. “I’ll show you what to do. Teach you everything you need to know.”

She nods. Her eyes already dilating, her body already leaking out. “What are you waiting for Roman? Ruin me.”

I grin, leaning in to capture her lips as my hands work away to bring us both to orgasm.

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For someoneas high-profile as Paris Blumenfeld is, you’d think he’d take security more seriously. It was practically child’s play to hack into their cameras and put them on a loop. And the watchmen? They make as much noise as a rampaging elephant, enough to cover the sounds of my own feet as I make my way across the gravel and to my new hiding place.

I stare into the house. The amount of glass this place has makes it easy to see into almost every room. Though I’ll deny it, my eyes are already searching for her and when I finally find those tortuous curves I’m surprised to see her curled up, with a book, and a dog no less.

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