Page 9 of Unwritten Vows
Derrick
Liza walks with jelly legs back to the car. I don’t mind supporting her slight weight. I don’t mind anything she does, in fact. I love to feel her against me. I love to hear her breathing and have her sweet-smelling, strawberry-scented hair in my face.
She tastes amazing. I know she can’t actually taste that great, but there’s something about her innocent, untainted, sweet little pussy that makes it as delicious as the forbidden apple. I want to eat more and more of it, consequences be damned.
And really, what would the consequences be? That I get more of what I’ve always strived for? More notoriety. More money. All leading to more power.
Sure, I might have a little innocent girl hanging all over me like a love-sick puppy dog, but it would be better than any of the cold ice-princesses that I’ve dated before.
She would dote on me. That’s something I’ve certainly never had from any woman I’ve dated.
That’s something you’ve never wanted from a woman , my mind throws out, but I push the thought away.
Either way, I can’t deny that I’m extremely attracted to this pretty, pure little good girl.
She tries so hard to act worldly and experienced, but I can reduce her to a puddle by breathing on her neck.
I’ve been with a lot of women and have had a lot of “relationships,” but they were in on the game.
With Liza, it doesn’t feel like a game. It feels like she can’t help wanting me, and that I can have whatever I want from her because of it.
I love wielding that kind of power over her, and her sassy, playful denials make my cock hard.
“What the hell happened back in the club?” she asks, coming out of her daze.
“Paparazzi, most likely. Daddy dearest would have killed me if you’d gotten your picture snapped at a club like that, just after ripping a woman’s top off.”
She bites her lips to keep them down and considers that for a minute. “Maybe that was overkill. But she was a real bitch.”
I chuckle and shrug. “They all are.”
She doesn’t look at me, but I see the sides of her eyes crinkle while considering my words. “They? They who?”
I don’t want her to think I’m talking about her . I’m not. I’m surprised when I realize it, but I’m definitely not. She’s a defensive player. She’s not a mean, mindless Barbie Doll like they are.
“The other girls,” I decide to say, knowing that most women like to hear that they’re different.
“Oh my god, I’m not like the other girls! How many ladies have you used that one on? How many other girls are not like the other girls?” She snorts in derision.
“Hey, I’m serious,” I say, slowing her down and pulling her a little closer.
“I really don’t think you’re the same. You haven’t been thrown into this your whole life.
Daddy doesn’t urge you to go out and make a spectacle of yourself, or hire media experts to hone your image.
He urges you to pursue the things you want to pursue and be unapologetically Liza.
I guess maybe there are some women like that in this life, but not many. ”
Her eyes drift to me in a side-long glance, slowly traveling up my body until they get to my face. It’s the first time she’s looked at me since our romp behind the club. She quickly looks down and away, but I see her trying to bite her lips back from smiling.
“Okay, Romeo, that’s enough,” she says dryly, slapping my hands off of her as they slide down to her ass. “What a romantic you are.” I’m surprised she’s come back to her senses so quickly and wonder if she’s feeling weird or guilty about what happened.
My ego deflates just a little at the thought.
I need to make her feel drawn to me all the time, even after the deed is done.
I don’t want her drifting away while I ghost her for three days so I don’t seem too clingy.
I make a decision to call her after two days instead.
Just in case she gets over the amazing oral sex I just gave her and decides to go make out with one of her book club losers on a bench at her school.
She starts to veer off toward the car she took tonight, but I squeeze her waist one last time. I notice she can’t quite meet my eyes as she looks up expectantly. I better call her tomorrow. I’m not letting her off the hook.
“I am Romeo. It was love at first sight.” My hand goes to reach down under her dress, and she scoffs and slaps it away.
“Derrick! Are you crazy? We’re in the middle of the street in New York City!
” I see the gleam in her eyes. I’ve still got her—she likes it, but doesn’t want to play here.
Her reputation would never allow her to.
I’ve only been with women who didn’t really have a reputation to protect. I need to be more careful about that.
“Sorry, my innocent little Liza. I forgot who I was talking to.” I cock a devastating eyebrow. “We can both take my car and do it in there.”
“No thanks. And I would suggest you don’t forget again who you’re talking to.
” She still can’t meet my eye as she says it, and although she tries to sound assertive, it’s more like a sweet girl at recess playing at being bossy.
“I think we’ve both had plenty of fun tonight. So this is where we say goodbye.”
She sticks out her hand. I know it’s for a handshake, but I’m not doing that shit after what just happened behind the club. I look at her with a cocked brow, grab her hand, dip my head down, and push my lips to her skin.
I hear the sharp intake of breath, but I close my eyes, savoring the taste of her, the warmth under my tongue. I trail my teeth down and flip her hand over to kiss her wrist, open mouthed, making sure she feels my hot breath.
As I was hoping, her eyes are half-lidded, mouth slightly parted, and breathing slightly quickened when I straighten up and give her hand back to her.
Just as I’d hoped, it’s very much the opposite reaction she had to my father doing this very same thing.
Kisses on the hand freak her out, but not from me.
She takes a deep breath to collect herself and then nods, walking toward the open door of her car, where her driver waits.
“Liza!” I call back to her, before she ducks her head in.
She looks back at me on instinct and I smile. She’ll do whatever I say. I know it.
“I’ll call tomorrow and we can make some plans. I think I’ll extend my trip to New York for a few days.”