FIL by HJ Stallard

Author:HJ Stallard
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2021-07-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29

Ruby

I stood in front of the mirror in my closet, holding the skirts of my dress out. It had a plunging neck with a mesh line to cover my breasts since the outer layer was a sheer ombre tulle that started purple at the top and faded into pink just below the hips. Sleeveless with a wide belt made of purple tulle, the hem just barely touched the ground, the skirts ballgown style so they flared out just a bit.

Tipping my head one way, then the other, I was relatively surprised at how much I liked it. I was starting to get used to living this rather extravagant lifestyle.

I held my left hand up and looked at the bare finger. When I went two whole months without hearing from Brandon, I decided to take it off. That was a month ago, and I had finally stopped even reaching out.

There was no need to get used to this. Draven paid me well as his secretary and soon, I would have enough money to return to Detroit. Before Christmas, this would all be a fading memory.

A shadow moved across the bedroom. Since Mya was curled in a ball behind me, it could only be one other person.

“In here.”

He pushed the door opened and stopped, his sight leisurely raking over me. I shuddered, my pulse already quickening. It had been a couple weeks since that night in his office downstairs. Draven and I didn’t buckle often, but when we did, holy hell were the releases intense! I don’t understand how Rachel handled him on a daily basis; I’d never walk straight again.

Smoothing my hair out my face, I stiffened my spine and broadened my shoulders. “This is what I’m wearing tomorrow. I’ve…never been to something fancy like this, hell, I’ve never even been to a prom,” I snorted bitterly. Clearing my throat, I added meekly, “So I didn’t know what to get. Is it okay? Is it too much?”

Without a word, he stepped forward and laid his palm over my breast. Not expecting that, I gasped and shrunk inward, the zap of electricity shocking.

His fingers squeezed and lifted, pushing into my ribcage. Deftly, his thumb stroked over the nipple that hardened instantly.

A shiver rocked me to my core, my head tilted backward so my wavy locks fell almost to my waist. “Oh my god,” I moaned, dizzy in the thick fog that created our violent lust.

Continuing to fondle, his other hand pushed his silk pajama pants down and pulled out his cock, fisting it slowly. I gripped him, taking over with gentle, curious strokes.

Draven walked me backward until I was pinned against the built-in shelving. Hunching forward, he gathered my skirts, hiked them, and made me hold them to the side while he tugged my panties to my ankles. Kicking them off, he was hoisting me from the floor, wrapping my legs around him. Without even needing to line himself up, our bodies meshed perfectly, and he was thrusting inside firmly, but not roughly.

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