Page 17 of Tempt Me
I can’t do this.
I can’t have her for one night and then have to keep my distance, but it’s way too late. Stashing my soaking wet cock back in my pants, I zip up and yank my tee over my head.
“Where are you going?” she asks, turning on her side, the towel gaping to show her perfect, small tits and narrow waist. She is tiny and delicate, like a China doll.
“We need to get out of here. Leave McFarlane to the cops. I’m going to start the car up. Get dressed.”
“You’re leaving me here all alone?”
Her vicious glare is tinged with amusement. She is playing me like a fucking fiddle. I have no control when I thought I had mastered it.
“We can’t do this, Rue. We both know it will never go anywhere.”
“So we can have fun in secret.”
“No. I can’t. This is over.”
I stalk out of the room, knowing I have to stay with her to keep her safe, but also needing to get as far away from her as I can.
Chapter9
Rue
With a soft smirk, I climb off the bed. That was the most fantastic sex I’ve ever had, and it’s not just because of the gigantic cock. It is totally because it was freaking hot with the bit of a struggle I gave. I was fast asleep when he first touched me, but totally awake when he entered me.
“Fuck,” I groan. I’m going to crave that now. Part of me wishes that he hadn’t done it. But I know it had nothing to do with me flirting with him constantly. He took it into his own hands and claimed what he wanted.
Fine by me.
Too bad he is right that this can never go anywhere. Being forced into this arranged marriage is beyond the scope of how I figured my life would go this year, but hey, if my parents want to play that game, they won’t see me arguing again. My only goal is power. If I have to take a lame-ass husband to do that, there is nothing to say I have to play by the rules. But things with Isaac need to cool down. Knowing that I’ve been taunting him and me in the process makes me feel a bit guilty, but I can still feel his enormous dick inside my pussy and probably will for a while.
“Fuck,” I mutter again and scoop my dress up from the bathroom floor. Giving it a look of distaste, I turn it inside out and then fold it up as I walk back to the bed. Discarding the skimpy towel, I drag the graying sheet off the single bed.
Wrapping it around myself, toga-style, I giggle. This is ridiculous. But I went to college and rushed Kappa Beta Lam, the most popular sorority at Coe Bay University. If I know how to do one thing, it’s how to make a toga from a bed sheet.
Slipping my shoes back on, I pick up the filthy dress and head outside to find it pitch black except for a pair of headlights approaching me.
As the Range Rover pulls to a stop next to me, I open the door and am greeted with a scathing glare and hunched shoulders.
“I would’ve come for you.”
“Not necessary.” Closing the door, I strap the seatbelt on.
“What are you wearing?”
“A toga.”
Isaac lets out a slight growl that does nothing to quell the burning desire I have for him. He has completely broken the mold. Everything I disliked about men in the past, he is times ten, but it’s so fucking sexy on him, backing away is going to take every inch of willpower I have.
Setting off with a squeal of the tires, skidding slightly in the mud, the rain lashes down, being swept away from the windshield by the quick swish of the wipers.
We remain silent for a while which makes it a bit uncomfortable. It’s not an easy silence, but the kind where you need to clear the air.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt out, feeling the need to keep apologizing to him for some reason.
“What for?”
“Taunting you all the time.”
