HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 48

Meadow’s POV:

I had on a midnight blue, off–shoulder dress with a sweetheart neckline that cinched my waist and flowed downward. It also had a thigh–high slit.

This was more… regal, and with the way Alaric was looking at me, it had to be seductive as well.

Or maybe he was just hyper aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing underneath, just like I was hyper aware of the fact that I was straddling the firm muscle of his leg, my bare center right on his thigh.

“Alaric…” My voice cracked, my body already trying to grind without permission.

“Problem, baby?” His voice was smooth as butter as he reached for my hair, releasing it from its knot so it fell down my back. His eyes darkened. “That’s more like it. Velvet’s a deadly fucking weapon on you,

Meadow.”

I swallowed, shifting forward on his thigh. This way, my knee grazed his bulge, and a gasp escaped my mouth when I felt how thick and hard he was through the fabric.

Alaric groaned low. “Careful, love. Don’t wanna tempt me, do you?” His hand slid through the slit of the dress before I could respond, and he ran a finger down my wet folds, letting out another groan.

“You’re dripping onto my slacks, you naughty girl.” He leaned in, lips grazing my neck before he nibbled lightly on the soft, sensitive skin while his thumb flicked my nub once. My back arched. “Ahh…”

“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured. “So fucking perfect.”

My heart stuttered. Alaric saying things like that made my knees fucking weak. Make me want to kiss him–which, obviously, he wouldn’t allow for whatever reason he wouldn’t kiss me.

Alaric’s lips trailed downward to my collar bone, to my cleavage, peppering kisses all over as he rubbed my clit in tiny circles. I held onto his shoulder, my moan long and low as my head fell back and the pleasure began to build.

“Go on, baby. I can already feel your juices on my bare thigh.” And then, he snatched his hand from my heat.

And this time, instead of feeding my essence to me, he raised his fingers to his own mouth and–eyes never leaving mine–sucked his thumb into his mouth.

My eyes fluttered, lips parting. I had never seen anything more sexy and intimate in my entire life.

“Like I said,” he continued after pulling his finger out of his mouth. “Fucking exquisite. Much like this dress on you.”

Alaric leaned back against the chair, his hands completely off me now, almost like he was giving me the reins, which he absolutely was.

He wanted me to make myself come with his thigh. Not his hands.

I raised my head to look in the mirror–Alaric was backing it, so I was the only one who would be able to see what I was doing to myself through the mirror.

I looked absolutely wrecked already, and I hadn’t even started moving yet.

I shifted slightly, dragging myself along the curve of his thigh, and my breath caught in my throat. The velvet was soft against my skin, but the friction against Alaric’s thigh was perfect.

Fucking perfect.

So perfect, I let out a whimper.

I began to move back and forth, gliding my folds along the fabric, my swollen clit brushing against it with every move I made, my knee still grazing his hard member.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice dropping even lower. “Nice and slow. Look at yourself, baby. Look how fucking gorgeous you are like this. How beautiful, how deserving you are of all this.”

I did.

As Alaric’s eyes stayed on me, my eyes remained locked on my own reflection, cheeks flushed–not that they ever stopped being that way. Lips parted. The dress clung to my body like it was perfectly made for me. My breasts rose and fell with every single breath. My thighs were trembling, my core throbbing.

More. I needed more.

But Alaric was just sitting there, the expression in his eyes dark and dangerous as he watched me lose control on nothing but his thigh.

I moved again and again, not stopping as I felt the pleasure climb even further.

If I was doing all this with Alaric and he was even able to make me feel this way without touching me, what would happen when he finally let go?

What would happen when he finally decided he was ready to kiss me? To fuck me?

I swallowed. There was no telling what I would do. No telling how my heart would react when I got even scared just from a gesture of getting me clothes for an event.

It would be easy for me to fall in love with Alaric.

Too easy.

And that wasn’t good for me, not after what I’d experienced with Tyler. I fell too quickly and look where that got me.

Juniper would always find a way to ruin things for me.

And… now I was thinking about my sister while I was riding another man’s thigh. The thigh of the man who had her locked up.

I hated it.

I increased the pace, trying to block those negative thoughts out of my mind as my hands moved to the nape of his neck.

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