Brandon Stevens' Pauper Princess | Book I |

Chapter 36

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Hannah's POV

I didn't know what I was doing but I found myself leaving the bed and sneaking up to the deck. I was wide awake, waiting for the clock to strike eleven. Although I badly wanted Brandon to touch me, I knew I must stop him teasing me like this! He's a married man! He couldn't expect me to be his mistress!

When he touched me earlier I was left craving for him and I almost forgot how to breath. For that short moment, I forgot about everything he did to me, how he easily left me without a word, how he divorced me in the most uncaring way! I bit my lip to stop myself from begging him to come back to me and make love to me.

I made my way to the deck and inspected the surroundings. Then I saw him sitting behind the wheel. He's head was turned my way. It was dark and I couldn't see his expression. I moved a little closer so when I spoke I wouldn't have to louder my voice.

"I see you've decided," He breathed heavily.

"Stop playing with me, it's not fun at all."

"So what are you doing here for?" His voice hardened, displeased from I said.

"Shake your head and remind you that we're through, you can't just ask me casually to have sex with you!! You have your wife and you're trying to flirt with me, touching me, seducing me, and making me feel like a mistress sneaking up a private time to lure someone else's husband."

He stood abruptly and pulled me to him. Whatever I had to say was swallowed by his mouth. Then I melted. I couldn't move a muscle and just let him taste me. The earlier decision of reminding him he's already married was forgotten. Suddenly there's only the two of us. And it felt just like before.

He ended the kiss and his mouth came down to kiss my jawline. He nibbled my earlobe then whispered. "Let's go down to the beach."

"But it's dark,"

"It's dark and nobody will see us. ." He snuggled his face on my neck and breathed. He trailed down kisses and raked his teeth along my skin. I was breathless and I felt my body warmed under his touch.

"Okay," I agreed.

I was aware I was making a mistake but I couldn't say no to him. His eyes entranced me and made me follow everything he said.

"Make love to me. ." His plea sent fireworks in my head.

How could I refuse when all this time it was what I always dreamed of, him asking me to make love to him again?

I nodded under the moonlight. No! He's married. A voice at the back of head said. Yes! You missed him! My heart argued.

When he led me down the boat and carried me ashore, I tightened my arm around his nape, my other hand came up to stroke his stubbled cheek. It was rough against my palm but loved the feel of it.

I wished we had some light on so I could make out his expression. I could barely see him. The moment he put me down on my feet the sand tickled me. I felt his eyes gazed down my face.

He groped to find the straps of my dress and he brushed it down my shoulders. He leaned over and I felt his face on my neck. He lingered there for a moment without moving and I dreaded that he might change his mind.

When his hot mouth touched my flesh, I sighed in relief. He kissed every inch of my neck, throat, and shoulders. His mouth became harsh, seeking, and tormenting. I whimpered utterly lustful and delirious.