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She wiggles slightly, trying to escape my touch, but rubbing her ass against my cock. “That’s not helping, sweetheart.”
She gasps as she feels me grow even harder, and I push up against her.
In a flash of anger, which she manages to hide from anyone watching, she pushes off my lap. I stand up quickly after her and hold her against me.
“Walk with me to the table,” I warn her, still grinning.
She stays in front of me, walking slowly through the crowd towards our table.
I slide into the seat and pull my chair closer to the table to hide my reaction to her. She takes her seat next to me and leans against me when the photographer comes past again.
I could almost believe that she loves me. I know all the guests believe it. She is playing the role perfectly for the public eye.
We eat dinner, we laugh, we dance, we drink, we have an incredible night. One that I will remember for a long time.
Then, at the end of the night, my mind very much focused on getting her into my bed, we climb into the back of the limo and the driver takes us home.
Outside my mansion, I lift Tia into my arms.
She squirms. “What are you doing?”
“I have to carry you over the threshold. It’s tradition, my love.”
She glances across at my security guard, nervously unsure if she has to carry on pretending in front of him or not.
She smiles and nods.
I carry her into the house, upstairs, to my bedroom.
I know how I want this night to end.
I close the bedroom door behind us and step towards her.
Finally, we’re alone. I’ve been waiting for this moment.
Tia steps away from me, holding her hand against my chest.
All pretenses are gone. She looks cold and resistant.
None of her warmth or laughter remains, nothing of what she had on display all night.
“This isn’t going to happen, Yefim,” she warns me.
“Is it not?” I ask, pushing her hand away and pulling her against me.
She gets angry and smacks her clenched fist against my chest. “It’snot happening," she says with heated anger, squirming away from me.
I sigh, agitated and frustrated beyond words.
I force myself to step away from her, fighting for control over my needs.
I want her, but I want her towantme. If I force myself on her tonight, she will never forgive me. No matter how badly I want that from her, to feel her moving against me—I don’t want to lose her. I have to patient.
Tia takes a breath of relief, some of the tension easing from her body.
She nervously steps around me, towards the bedroom door.
“I want my own room, Yefim. This house is massive. There is obviously a guest room I can use.”
