“And what of Yara?”
“That’s a silly question, my love. You’ve always been a package deal. Like I’ve said since the day we met, I’ll take care of your daughter as if she were my own, and I’ll protect her as fiercely–or maybe even more so–as I’ll look after you.”
He gestures around the palatial room where Yara continues to squeal with excitement every time she makes a new discovery. “See? Doesn’t this go a long way to proving my intentions are real?”
"It does..." It's hard to argue with a man who has just spoiled your daughter rotten after she's gone without for so long.
I flash back to her joy at rummaging through the dumpster and finding a tiny stale piece of bread, and my stomach flip-flops at the contrast with her current situation.
"Let me show you more," he says.
"But—"
Gerald puts up a hand to silence me. "Alina, little lamb… please, just let me show you."
He takes me by my hand and leads me to our bedroom where his lips brush against mine, feather-light and teasing.
His hands slide around my waist, his body pressing mine firmly against the wall.
He growls low in my ear, "I've been dying to taste you again."
His tongue darts out, tracing a hot line from my earlobe down my neck, sending chills down my spine.
God, why does he have this effect on me?
My hands tremble as I reach up to grip his shirt, as if I need something to hold onto to keep from melting into his arms.
His lips find mine once more, this time with more hunger. His tongue invades my mouth, tasting every crevice, possessing me in a way no man ever has.
I can't help but surrender to him, my legs weakening with each sensation he ignites within me.
His hand moves up my thigh, the fabric of my dress offering scant resistance against the warmth spreading through me.
I moan into his mouth, my body aching for more.
Gerald's hand continues its ascent, pushing the fabric of my dress up until he reaches the lace of my panties.
He growls, "I knew you'd be wet for me."
His fingers slip beneath the lace, finding me slick and ready for him.
I arch my hips into his touch, moaning as he expertly finds and rubs my swollen clit.
"Gerald... I can't," I pant, not quite sure if I'm protesting or begging him for more.
He only chuckles, his fingers delving deeper, curling into my wetness, and oh, God, it feels so good.
"You can," he rasps in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "Tell me how bad you want me, Alina."
"I... I..." I stammer, my cheeks flushing red with the knowledge that I'm a goner with just a few well-placed touches. "Fine, I want you, okay? Just... please don't stop."
Gerald chuckles in response, his fingers picking up the pace, rubbing me in time with the music.
My nipples peek through my bra, aching for his touch, my core throbbing for him.
"That's better, baby," he growls. "I knew you'd come around."
The continued friction of his fingers against my clit pushes me over the edge.