Page 120 of Hexed
Venesa’s standing there, determination in her gaze. She smirks at me and saunters forward like I’m her prey.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Shut up,” she demands.
I close my mouth, throwing my hands in the air and miming that I’m zipping my lips. I’ll never say another word again if it means she’ll keep looking at me the way she is right now.
She looks ethereal. Cheeks flushed, a gorgeous floor-length black gown lined with purple, hair a beautiful swirl of a mess on her head, and I’m…
Fucking lost in her. The way I always am.
She hesitates when she reaches me, her fingers running up the front of my chest and slipping beneath the lapels of my suit. Her tongue peeks out and licks her bottom lip, and my gaze follows, my own mouth watering from the thought of what it must taste like.
“I want to pretend…just for one night, that itisa different life.”
It takes a second for her words to register, but when they do, embers flare to life.
If this is the only chance I’m ever going to have to be with her, I’m going to take it.
I don’t care that it’s my engagement party to another woman. I don’t care that it technically makes me a cheater. I’ll live with the guilt for the rest of my life if it means I can have Venesa for even a fucking second.
“What do you need?” I ask, keeping my voice low because I’m afraid to ruin the moment.
“You.”
That single word stokes the flames and makes them erupt into a wildfire. I lean down and try to grab her lips with mine, but at the last second, she turns her head. My chest pinches, but I brush it off and keep moving forward. My hands fling out and wrap around her body, her soft curves melding into my hard planes like we’re two long-lost pieces to a puzzlefinallyclicking into place, and I groan at the feel of her fully pressed against me.
She’s just as soft and perfect as I imagined.
And she’s clearly out of sorts, so if she needs me to keep her anchored, then I’ll be that for her, and if it gets out, if there are any repercussions after, I’ll deal with them as they come.
Her fingers dig into my suit. “Just…make me forget for a little bit, okay?Please.”
My brow furrows. I can taste the desperation in the air, and it’s so out of character for her, I almost stop completely and ask if she wants to talk instead, but I know that will only send her running.
“Okay,” I tell her.
And for as strong of a woman as she is, foreverythingshe is that no one else sees,she’s asking for me to take control. To relieve her from being someone who always has to take care of everything on her own, because if she doesn’t, then no one will.
I grip her tightly by the hips and flip her around until her ass is pressed against me. My cock jerks at the feel.
“Put your hands on the wall,” I command in a low tone.
She sucks in a breath and hesitates for a moment, but she doesn’t disobey, slowly sliding her fingers up the wall until her bloodred manicure is at my eye level and her palms are flat against the surface.
My heart flutters—fuckingflutters—and I take my time touching her, relishing in the feel of her curves as I skim up her sides and glide my hands to the front of her body, teasing the undersides of her breasts.
“I need—” she starts.
“I know what you need,” I interrupt, then put my lips next to her ear. “Let me take care of you.”
And I mean it, even if I shouldn’t.
Because the only thing that matters isher.
She blows out a heavy breath and then nods, and I can feel when she surrenders, her body turning to putty against me.
“That’s my girl.” My hands wrap around her fully, cupping her breasts, my cock twitching again from the weight of them.
