Masquerade (Swept Away #2.5)(16)

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“Put your hands up,” I growled in her ear, rubbing my manhood into her backside as I pushed her against the wall. I grabbed her arms and pulled them up and placed them against the wall. I could feel her body trembling under mine, and her fingers gripped the wall unsteadily.

“Oh, Jakob,” she gasped as I kissed her back and moved her hair to the side and over her shoulder. “Don’t stop.” She moaned loudly as I kissed her neck and bit down, tasting her sweet and warm skin.

“What do you want me to do next?” I kissed my way back to her ear as my hands slid down the sides of her dress slowly, stopping at her breasts. I grabbed them and squeezed gently at first and then a little harder, enjoying her little moans of pleasure.

“Take me, Jakob,” she cried out and turned around, her brown eyes alight with desire. “I want you to take me.” She put her arms around my neck and leaned in for a kiss.

“But anyone could walk in,” I said before pressing my lips down on hers and letting my tongue enter her mouth eagerly. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her into me and then stepped forward so that her back was pressed against the wall and her breasts were pressed hard against my chest. My hands reached down and pulled her dress up slightly and my fingers caressed her silky legs. She kissed me back passionately, her lips hard on mine as she sucked on my tongue. I could feel my cock hardening and I knew I had to have her. I knew that I was going to f*ck Bianca in the bathroom and I didn’t care who walked in and saw us.

“I don’t care,” she said softly as she pulled away from me after about a minute of kissing.

“Good,” I said, and grabbed her hand and placed it on my hardness. “Neither do I.”

“Oh, Jakob,” she groaned, her eyes widening as she felt just how ready I was to take her. She squeezed my cock and quickly unzipped my pants. I groaned as she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. Her mouth felt warm and moist and tight, and she sucked on my cock with a deep intensity, taking me farther and farther into her mouth with every gulp. I gripped her shoulders and then pulled on her hair as she increased her pace and brought me close to orgasm.

“What?” I muttered as she sucked on my tip for a few seconds as I was close to orgasm and then stood up. “What are you doing?”

“I want you to f*ck me now, Jakob,” she said, and I watched as she pulled her dress up so that it was around her waist. I stared at her shapely ass and rubbed my palms together before giving it a light slap.

“Oh, I’m going to f*ck you all right.” I pushed her forward so that she was bending over and slipped my hands in between her legs. “Ooh, someone is ready for me already,” I growled as my fingers rubbed her slick wetness. She buckled slightly as my fingers concentrated on her clit, and I grinned to myself as she started moaning.

“Please just enter me Jakob,” she begged me, and I withdrew my fingers and slapped her ass lightly before plunging my cock deep inside of her. “Oh, yes,” she screamed out in ecstasy as I made my way in and out of her quickly. I held onto her hips as I f*cked her wildly and with abandon. My cock was harder that it had ever been and Bianca’s * felt even more marvelous than I had imagined it.

“Don’t stop, Jakob,” she screamed as I plunged into her. I could tell that we were both close to orgasm, and I reached around and down the top of her dress so that I could pinch her nipple as I f*cked her hard. I groaned as she cried out again in pleasure, the sound of her voice turning me on even more.

“Tell me that you want it, Bianca,” I growled as I entered her again. “Tell me that you want it bad,” I said again, but silence greeted me. “Bianca,” I said, and then everything went black. I groaned as I opened my eyes and realized that I was in my bedroom alone. I tried to close my eyes and think about Bianca in that purple dress at the masquerade ball. It hadn’t been her and we hadn’t had sex in the bathroom, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to try and relive the memory of my dream. I groaned to myself as I realized that my time on the island with Bianca might be very interesting indeed.





five

We know you’ve been watching her. The letter felt ominous, and I felt my heart racing for a few seconds as I stared at it. Surprisingly, though, it didn’t frighten me. I was more curious, and a part of me wondered if Larry wasn’t already starting to play his own games. I wondered who had sent the letter. Who could know or care that I was watching Bianca London? I knew that it wasn’t David—he wasn’t that subtle. If he had known, he would have freaked out. He certainly wouldn’t have sent a letter.

The second letter told me to go back to the coffee shop. There was no reason why and I didn’t know if it was a setup. But I didn’t really care. I wanted to see her again. She’d been in the back of my mind since she’d started dating David. I hadn’t seen her again and David gave very few updates. It was almost as if he were falling for her—or at the very least he was finding her a challenge. Bianca London wasn’t like most girls. She hadn’t fallen for his handsome face and she hadn’t thrown her body at him just to get the answers she wanted. She was focused completely on meeting Mattias. I almost felt sorry for her in a way. Such a losing goal all around. She was attempting to meet someone who didn’t exist, and the whole Bradley family was onto her.

It was like David trying to take on Goliath with his hands and feet broken. She had no chance. She had nothing. No money. No property. No nothing. Her father hadn’t had much to leave her, and that infuriated me. Would it have hurt my dad or David to give Nicholas London something as he’d departed the company? He and my dad had once been as thick as thieves. It seemed unfair that Bianca had been left with nothing after her father’s death.