Arranged love

Refusing to back down, I force my legs to take me over to him. Dillan isn’t the kind of man who wants a timid woman. No. Many women would give anything to be where I am right now, and I refuse to be a girl anymore.

If I decide to fuck you, you’ll choose to remove your clothes for me. That was what he had said to me in the limo that night. I had no idea how right he was, and I refuse to take no for an answer.

His eyes drop to my bare feet and slowly run up over my legs as I come to stand by his desk. His neck tattoo moves as he swallows, but other than that, he’s completely still.

I can’t explain it, but the way he looks at me gives me the courage I need.

Stepping between his desk and chair, I lean my ass back against the surface, facing him. He leans back in his chair, his eyes meeting mine, and I swallow down the knot in my throat.

His phone falls to the floor. “Mia-”

“I want you,” I say, interrupting him before he can turn me down. I’m going to become a woman today. Even if I have to beg him, I will get what I want. My father taught my brothers to take what they wanted. It’s time I live up to the Bianchi name.

“We shouldn’t,” he protests, but the way his blue eyes darken when they drop to my exposed legs tells me he’s fighting a battle I’m about to win.

Reaching out, I grab his hands from his lap and place them on my bare thighs underneath his shirt.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

He doesn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers dig into the sensitive skin, making me shiver. “Are you saying you don’t want me?” I hold my breath, waiting for him to answer. He could deny me, and it would make our bad situation worse. Because I’d have to run away due to embarrassment.

He slowly stands, his hands making their way up to my waist, pulling the shirt up in the process. He towers over me. “It’ll hurt.”

“First time for everything,” I say. Everyone has to have sex for the first time. I want mine to be with him.

His eyes search mine, and doubt fills my mind once again. He doesn’t want me. I’m an inconvenience. A temporary problem that he’s trying to get rid of.

When he removes his hands from underneath my shirt, I feel tears start to sting my eyes, but he reaches up and rips it open. I gasp as the buttons go flying across the room, exposing my body to him.

His hands go back to my waist, and he runs them up over my ribs. My heavy breathing fills the room. My first instinct is to cover myself up. A man has never seen me naked before, and his blinds may be closed, but the lights are on. He can see every inch of me this close.

I reach out and wrap my fingers around the edge of his desk to keep them in place. I can’t give him a reason to stop now or make him think I’m not ready.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Mia.”

I shudder at his words while his hands come up to my breasts. I’m on the smaller side at a B cup. I hate it. I’ve always felt self-conscious about them.

“Dillan,” I pant, my hips bucking on his desk, needing him to do something, but he’s just staring at my body.

His hand slides around to my back and up to my neck. He grips my hair and yanks my head back, and I cry out in his office, sucking in a breath.

He lowers his lips to my neck and tenderly kisses my racing pulse.

Letting go of the desk, I grip his forearms. “Dillan, please,” I beg, almost in tears. My pussy is throbbing, my legs shaking. I’m embarrassed and turned on.

His free hand grips my hip, and he wraps my leg around him, the movement causing my ass to slide toward him, and I feel how hard he is in his slacks. “Oh, God,” I whimper.

His lips trail up my neck to my jaw, and then he’s on my lips. I open up for him, letting him take control and have his way with me.

His tongue enters my mouth, and mine meets his with need. I want to taste him. To know what it feels like to be wanted.

He drops his hand from my hair, and they both grip my ass, lifting me off the desk. I wrap my arms around his neck while my legs tighten around his waist.

He carries me over to the couch and lays me down on it. His lips come free of mine, and I suck in a breath as he falls to his knees at the end of the couch. My heart starts to race. I’m not nervous. The complete opposite, actually. I’m starving for something that I never even knew existed.

Slowly, he’s pressing my shaky legs apart, and my hand instinctively covers my pussy.

He drops his head to look down at me. “You can’t be shy now, Mia.” He grabs my hands and removes them. My eyes are fixated on his as they take me in. His tongue runs across his teeth. Dropping his right hand to my pussy, he runs his knuckles over it, his skull ring cold against my burning skin. I suck in a deep breath at the feel of it.

He adjusts himself, lowering his chest to the couch, his head close to my pussy. “Dillan-” I gasp. “What …?”

“Are you telling me to stop?” he asks, looking up at me through his dark lashes.

“No,” I whisper.

Keeping his eyes on mine, he runs his tongue over my swollen clit.

My hips lift on their own, and I slap both of my shaking hands over my face-embarrassed and impatient.

“Relax, Mia.” He gives the inside of my thigh a soft kiss, and I feel my entire body tremble. “This part isn’t going to hurt at all.”

His hands slide underneath my thighs, throwing my trembling legs over his shoulders. His fingers dig into my ass, picking it up off the leather just a bit. I drop my arms to my sides and take in a shaky breath, looking up at his ceiling.

My hips thrust on their own when I feel his tongue on me again.

I realize I’m gasping for breath and try to even out my breathing as I feel his tongue. This time, he pushes it into me, and I moan at the sensation of what I can only explain as heat and energy. Everything begins to tingle, from my fingertips to my toes.

My back arches, and my hands go to my chest on their own, cupping my breasts. He continues to kiss me in the most intimate way, and I begin to drown. Warm water rushes through my body, taking over. I close my eyes, and reaching out, I find his head. My fingers thread through his hair, and I pant. Hips bucking, lips parted, and body convulsing, I hold him, praying it never stops.

I can’t speak. I’m not even sure I’m breathing. Everything seems to go dark, like the wave has pulled me below the surface, holding me down. Then it explodes. My pussy pulses, and my body breaks out in sweat and goose bumps.

Before I can recover, he pulls his head from my shaking legs and starts to undress.