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A second finger follows, and he pumps in and out, fucking me with his fingers and tonguing my clit until I’m barreled over the cliff into an orgasm so strong that I fold at the waist, yanking at his hair as shudders assault me. My eyes are still squeezed tightly shut as he lifts me off the ground and lowers me to sit in his lap. My legs are straddling him as he slides his fingers back into me, pumping once, then pulling them out and replacing them with his cock.
“Ride me, Izzy,” he demands, freeing my breasts and immediately pulling one into his mouth.
Experimentally, I roll my hips, sucking in a sharp gasp as his cock hits a spot inside of me that makes a pulse of warmth burst to life. I do it again, grinding my hips as his hand moves to my ass, lifting me as I roll, then forcing me down hard onto his cock.
“Oh,” I moan when his dick is forced into me, hitting that spot again and making a fresh surge of warmth pulse through me.
“That’s it, Little Ghost, make yourself come,” he taunts, biting down on my nipple as he encourages me to move faster, lifting me then pulling me back down hard as I roll and grind, finding a rhythm that makes moans and pants fall from my lips.
“Yeah, fuck,” he rasps, moving me faster, pulling me down harder each time as his hips move up to meet me, forcing him deeper.
The heat becomes overwhelming, and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he takes control. Lifting me, he guides my movement as his cock plunges into my soaked core until I explode. I bury my face in his neck as a scream rips from my throat, and I see stars. His release comes almost immediately, and I hear his groan of pleasure as he lifts me one last time, then slams up into me, holding me in place as a shudder rumbles through his body.
We stay like that, wrapped in each other, just listening to the sounds of our rasping pants and feeling the racing beats of our hearts. I’m naked except for one shoe and my knee-high socks, and he’s fully dressed, his pants around his ankles.
A giggle bubbles up my throat, bursting from my lips and making me grip him a little tighter. “I still have my socks on.”
“You in the socks and heels is sexy,” he says against my neck, his hand rubbing up and down my spine.
Lifting me, he walks us into the bathroom, where he strips his clothes, then my socks, before pulling me into the shower and washing every inch of me. When we’re both clean and dry, he carries me into the bedroom, drops me onto the bed, and climbs on behind me, spooning me with his huge body.
“Feel better?”
I nod, but I’m not sure if he can see me.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” I say, exhaling tiredly.
“How was it seeing your mom today?”
“I should have been expecting it, really. There was no way she was going to just let me walk away with no recourse.”
He pulls me in a little tighter, his body curling around mine. “What do you think she’ll do next?” he asks softly.
“I have no idea, maybe nothing,” I say hopefully.
“Maybe,” he says, pressing a soft, sweet kiss against my shoulder.
“How did you know I took photos after the attack?” I ask.
“I didn’t know for sure. I just knew that threatening to expose her for being the abusive monster she is to the world would make her back down. Are you mad at me? Didn’t you want her to know you have evidence of what happened?”
“The doctor made me take the pictures. I guess I always considered them my trump card. I just hadn’t expected to have to use them so early in the game.”
“I’ll do anything I have to do to protect you from them, Ghost. You’re mine. I won’t ever let them take you from me.” Flipping me to my back, he positions himself between my legs, dips his head, and presses a kiss to my lips.
By the time Hawthorn and the guys show up in his limo hours later, I’m already tired and ready to watch a movie in bed, not go out. I don’t know if Gulliver was distracting me, claiming me, or simply fucking me, but for the last two hours, he’s used me until my body is sore but satisfied in the best way possible.
Fitzy dropped off another rail of clothes while we were at school, and the heavily-beaded white wrap dress I’m wearing is classy but sexy, especially paired with my butter-soft leather jacket and spike-heeled boots.
The auction is in full swing by the time we get there, and it only takes me a few moments to realize that both my parents and Penelope are here, as well as several of the families listed on my great-grandfather’s approved husband list.
“Wow, your family just moved straight onto targets two, three, and four,” Davis remarks caustically.
“They’re equal opportunity psychos, they’ve been parading Penelope around like cattle at an auction to all of the families for years,” Gulliver snarls angrily.
“Really?” I ask.
