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41. 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑀𝑒

May 9, 2023

Syn

Before Queen could say anything, I slowly wrapped my hand around her neck. The moment my hand made contact with her soft skin, her eyes dropped to my lips. I smiled to myself knowing she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. I'd kissed her a million times, but I could never get enough of it.

I glided the pad of my thumb over her rosy lips and she sucked in a breath. She leaned closer to me, her eyes connecting with mine. A shot of what I could only describe as electricity shot down to my dick, prompting me to rip her clothes off and make up for a year's worth of nights without her...but...

I wanted to take things slow.

I wanted to see and feel every single part of her beautiful body. After tonight, there would be no part of her that wouldn't be completely worshipped by me.

I leaned away from her before she kissed me, leaving a look of surprise and slight confusion on her delicate features. I sat back in my chair, flexing my hips to regain an ounce of comfort, and Queen's eyes immediately dropped to my pants. I watched her eyes become clouded and imagined all the impure thoughts running through her pretty head. If there was a way to tell exactly what she was thinking at the moment, I'd do it. But since there wasn't, I'd have to be content with asking.

"What are you thinking about?"

She blinked a few times and her eyes flicked up to mine as she swallowed a breath. I could hear her heart pounding vehemently and my eyes dropped down to her chest. Her heartbeat filled my ears until I was able to physically feel it in my own chest, and I took a calming breath.

"You," she whispered, nervously toying with the hem of this fucking white dress I'd been wanting to tear off of her since the moment I saw her in it. When I walked back into the house and saw her wearing it in front of all the men downstairs, it took everything in me not to beat all of their asses for even looking in her direction.

I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt further, preparing for what I wanted to do. My hands rested on the handles of the chair on either side of Queen and I pulled the chair closer to me. With a small yelp from her and a screech of the mahogany chair on the shiny wooden floor, there was no distance between us.

Taken aback by what I had done, she tried to adjust her position on the seat. I grabbed her calves and pulled them up over my thighs, making her slide down the chair until her ass was on the edge of it.

"Syn," she said in a breathy voice as she reached over her head to the top of the chair for support. "What are you doing?"

I said nothing to her and only sent her a small smile before running a hand down her silky thigh. My hand disappeared under her bunched-up dress and I watched as she sucked in a sharp breath. Her chest rose and fell as my fingers reached her panties. When I slipped a finger past the thin material to her delicate lips, she gasped. She tried to close her legs and sit up but I placed my hands on her claves once again and pulled her to me.

"Syn, w-we can't right now," she said breathlessly as she arched her neck to glance at the door. "They'll hear."

"Then be quiet." Her mouth dropped at my words and I smiled knowing that I was as far under her skin as I could get. Queen wasn't exactly the quietest person when we had sex and I loved it. Her screams were music to my ears. I'd help her try to stay quiet so she wouldn't be awkward around everyone tomorrow, but I didn't care as much as she did.

If they heard, then good. They'd know she was one-hundred percent mine and mine only. I wasn't necessarily worried about them, but I felt a primal need to stake my claim.