Page 33 of Fallen Starboy

It’d been so long since I’d let a man touch me—he’d been the last. And here I was, on my back on his sheets, prepared to throw all my common sense to the wind and let him fuck me senseless.

What was wrong with me?

His eyes followed the line of my legs until they disappeared into my skirt, and the feral grin that spread over his face was nothing short of panty-melting. Once upon a time, he’d looked atme like that all the time. Now, there was an edge of malice in that grin that made me hesitate.

But like the whore she was, my pussy responded to his gaze as it raked over me again, drinking me in like a tall glass of water on a hot summer’s day.

Gods, how I wanted this man even still.

“Your legs look better than I remember,” he whispered, his hand trailing up the inside of my knees, teasing the sensitive skin there.

“Well, I’m not seventeen anymore,” I pointed out dryly, rolling my eyes to break the intense gaze he leveled on me. “I’m sure parts of you are different now, too.”

His grin widened. “Only in the ways that matter.”

With that, he let those fingers move further up my body, snaking under my skirt to grip the edges of my panties. With a flick of his wrist, he had them down my legs and tossed across the room, only the thin fabric of my skirt hiding me from his gaze.

I shuddered in anticipation.

“Hold still.”

My skin prickled under his touch, the tickling sensation of his skin against mine familiar and foreign in the same heartbeat. Nothing about this was the same as the boy I’d left behind, and yet . . .

And yet it was like coming home.

I breathed a sigh of regret for the missed time as those talented fingers crawled back up my thighs, curling around the edges of my hips as he tugged me even closer still. My skirt hiked up, baring me to his gaze, and I felt the warmth of a blush crawl up my throat as I turned away from his intense stare.

I couldn’t hide from his chuckle, though.

“You’re hiding from me,” he teased, his smile evident even in the tone of his voice. “Not so brave anymore, are you?”

“Fuck you,” I spat, hating that I felt the need to shield myself from this man. I wasn’t some pathetic coward. I had a backbone, and damn it, I wouldn’t let him make me feel shameful about taking advantage of a mutual attraction.

With new resolution in my soul, and a fire banked in my blood, I propped myself up on my elbows and stared him in the face, refusing to look away no matter how warm my cheeks got. I wanted to wipe the smirk of victory off his pretty fucking face.

He beat me to it, though, when he spotted the scar on the inside of my hip, exposed to the room’s dull light.

His finger traced the long, faint reminder of how close I came to losing everything, once upon a time. “How did you get this?”

I couldn’t tell him his previous label had sent someone after me to kill me and his daughter. I wouldn’t hurt him like that, no matter how badly he hurt me with his misunderstandings. His peace and security relied on me holding fast to the lies I’d built up around me, specifically to keep them both safe.

So I did what I had become an expert at doing to myself, and I lied.

“Car accident a few years ago.” I tossed my hair back and sighed. “No need to pretend to be concerned on my behalf.”

“I’m not,” he said suddenly, almost angry in his intensity. “Just curious.” His gaze returned to my pussy as he spread my legs, lowering himself between them with single-minded intent.

My blush returned as he closed his eyes and inhaled my scent like some sort of wild animal.

“Jun . . . “

“You smell like everything I’ve wanted for years.”

As far as confessions went, that one wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t what I was expecting. Neither was the feel of his tongue on my clit as he fell to eating me out instantly, working my body like a seasoned pro.

A twinge of envy went through me as his tongue curled around my sensitive nub, unable to hide my curiosity as to where he learned a move like that. When he slid two fingers deep inside my soaked cunt, I let out a moan and my eyes rolled into the back of my head, searching for absolution from the way I let my thighs fall apart in invitation of more.

“Mmm,” he mumbled against me, his lips curling up in a smile between my legs. “I still know how to make you weak for me.”

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