Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(22)

My eyes hungrily raked all over her body, wanting to hide her in the room and never to let her out. I didn’t want men looking at her like she was dessert. I f*uking hated the thought of it alone. “Your skirt is indecent, your top is too revealing and those f*uk-me heels need to go.”

Her smile got wider. Bigger.

Yeah, she definitely was trying to drive me crazy. She was being successful at it, too. God, I was literally going crazy here. A strangled groan wretchedly came out of my lips when her fingertips touched the end of her short skirt, raising her brow at me.

“It’s not that revealing. I’ll be okay as long as I don’t bend over.”

Before I could muster a response, a knock came at the door, interrupting my life.

Emma gave me a secretive smile. “That must me my ride. Have a good night, Bass,” she shot out before sauntering past me.

I could’ve stopped her—I could’ve reached out and yanked her back inside—but hell, I couldn’t move. I was simmering in my own jealousy, to the point that I became immobile.

“f*uk!” I screamed, thinking of Dimitris Kosta and how he was probably thinking of what to do with Emma tonight. “f*uk. f*uk. f*uk.” This was not good.

I better take a chill pill before I had a seizure or something because, honestly, I was past bonkers.





Bass—hole, you said?



As expected, I manned the door as if my life depended on it. The second I heard her step out of her ride, my hand was gripping the door handle in a flash. When I heard her rummage through her purse, I yanked the door open, hoping to get some damn answers about her night, but what greeted me, riled me even more.

She was flushed, eyes way too glassy and she was grinning like she was high or something—hold on, was she?

“You’re drunk!” I accused.

“Ah, Bass—hole, how are we doing tonight?” The inebriated Emma shoved past me and calmly went straight to the kitchen to get some water, uncaring that I was at the tipping point.

I huffed out a few breaths before I shut the door and followed her route towards the kitchen where the woman was now chugging an entire glass of water. Boy, wasn’t she just thirsty. Wonder what she’d been up to tonight.

“Why are you home so late, Emma?”

She tipped the glass back, taking all the water until the very last drop then slammed the glass down and spun around to face me. “The green-eyed monster got you, baby? You should be happy that I didn’t say yes to Dimitris’s offer to stay the night with him.” She strode towards me with a determined look—confident and lustful—stopping just before she touched my chest. We were eye to eye as she studied me with scrutiny before she shamelessly cupped my balls.

I was momentarily shocked from her blatant attitude. This new Emma definitely was out to get me—badly—and boy, did my blood hum for her.

“Does jealousy eat you alive?” she rasped out, squeezing my hardness a little tighter than before.

My breathing hitched as I tried to let out a strangled groan, but the vixen wasn’t done f*uking with me yet.

“How much do you want me, hotshot?” Emma threw the gauntlet down.

How much? She had no idea just how much. Could she not see—feel—how much she affected me?

With an evil grin, I plucked her off her feet and carried her to my bedroom before I placed her on her on the floor. “Don’t move. Let me do everything.” I wanted to savor every second because I had dreamt of this moment… and those dreams could not beat reality.

“Lift your arms.” I instructed. She automatically did as told.

Slowly, I took off her clothes, leaving her in a skimpy thong. My eyes devoured her beauty while her eyes were closed as she panted heavily I couldn’t stop my gaze from roving over her perfection.

“Open your eyes, Emma. I don’t want you to mistake me for another man.”

Her eyed snapped open; blue eyes pinned me down, deadly. “Trust me, Bass, I know it’s you.”

It was all I needed to hear before my forefinger traced a path from her neck to the base of her spine. My nostrils burned to smell her skin all over. My tongue tingled for the anticipation of tasting her ambrosia. My heart—my heart simply thudded because I was holding her.

She was my dream come to life and I was going to savor every luscious detail of her. I was going to take it slow, take her to new heights; ones where she hadn’t been before. This was going to be memorable, for her and for me.

She was unforgettable. So I was going to make damn sure that her first night with me was going to be one she wasn’t going to forget. Tonight would be merely a teaser; the right time was yet to come.

Pulling her golden mane to the side of her neck, I exposed the delicate spot that I knew drove her wild. Softly, my lips began trailing kisses down her back, taking time to plant each one before slipping lower. Kneeling down, I slowly angled her until her lower bottom arched towards me as I carefully peeled the last scrap of clothing away from her body. My kisses resumed, although once I got to her delectable ass, I darted further in.

Once I got to the heavenly crevice of her butt, I stuck out my tongue and immediately felt her tense up. Massaging the sides of her butt cheeks, I left kisses on the slit, hoping to ease her worry. The best was yet to come, and I wasn’t going to halt until she was spent from coming.