Whispered Desires

Chapter 31: Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

JASMINE

I return from the bathroom to find Kilian at our table, eyes glued to the phone on his hands while some basketball player receives an award on the stage. People are hollering and cheering, although I don't even know who the guy is, to be honest.

"Hey, handsome."

Kilian startles at my greeting but quickly composes himself, his hand finding my own as I take a seat. His brown eyes darken when he takes me in as if this would be the first time he sees me in this dress today. "Hello, beautiful."

Something happened to him today. I don't know what, but I could literally see the switch flip in his head when I stepped out of his bedroom earlier today, the hunger in his irises so potent that I thought he might starve in front of my eyes.

"Did I miss anything?" I ask as I scoot closer to him, keeping my promise as I let my hand wander underneath the table. I meant what I said. I will show him what it was like the past weeks, the way he worked me up only to drop me like a hot potato. It made me angry, at one point, but I always tried to remember he's going through some things. When he tried to just take what he wanted back home earlier, it made me furious. I'm not a plaything, and he'll do well to remember that.

"Nothing that matters," he answers, and I feel his eyes on me as I glide my fingers over his still rock-hard erection. It fills me with a sense of accomplishment to know I have this effect on him whenever I want to.

Bringing a glass of champagne to my lips, my eyes meet Mitchell's across the room. The dim light makes it hard to see him properly, but I've noticed his stare throughout the entire evening. I don't know what his issue is; maybe Barbie on his arm doesn't fulfill his needs, or maybe he just tries to figure out what on earth Kilian and I are doing at an event like this, together. I can't say that I care, though. Shooting him a quick wink, I return my attention to Kilian, who is now looking at Mitchell as well.

"Is he obsessed with you or something?" he asks in a hushed voice, not averting his gaze from the tennis player across the room.

"Maybe." I shrug. "Hard not to be, huh?"

My statement makes Kilian turn around, a wide grin on his lips as he studies me curiously. "You're absolutely right." He chuckles and pulls my chair closer to him, lifting my legs so they're sprawled over his lap. Covered by the silk of my dress, I run my fingers beneath his pants, not at all caring about the weird glances we're getting from our behavior. People have been watching all night, given we're not sitting five feet apart as any other couple in this room.

There's something exhilarating about this, about the fact only Kilian and I know what exactly happens beneath this table, beneath the fabric of our clothes. "Venus." The word is a warning I can only meet with a smile, opening the button on his pants before my hand finds its way into his boxers.

"I have a gift for you," I say while cupping his hard erection with my palm. Just feeling him drives me mad already; the need I have for this man will forever be unmet by anything I ever experienced.

"Is that right?" he grumbles, his hand gliding over my legs while he tries to compose himself.

"Yeah." I reach into my bra and pull out the thong I removed earlier, and slip it into his fingers on my leg. His eyes widen as he looks at the fabric in his hand for a moment, but when our gaze meets again, I slowly start rubbing his erection, bathing in the way he tenses under my touch. "The last time I gave this to you..." I inch closer to him, letting him taste the champagne on my lips with a quick kiss. "...You didn't follow through. Don't do that again."

His lips twitch into a smile before he pulls back, but when I start pumping his erection, he suddenly hides in the crook of my neck, his deep growl vibrating straight through my body. "Fuck..."