Engaged To The Tycoon

Chapter 17

He chuckled while pressing his lips to my throat and brushed my hair out of the way. Long, drawn-out kisses were planted all the way down my throat and all the way up over my neck by him.

"You will never be coerced by me. You will never get over wanting it."

My pounding heart made my chest hurt. I am fully aware of this, but I just couldn't bring myself to acknowledge it. I know, I know.

I could feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck. "Do you believe that I won't be able to fulfill your expectations? Is that the case?" He spoke to me in a hushed tone, and I could feel his words penetrating my skin and traveling all the way down to my bones, electrifying me. I had a strong desire for him, but I didn't know how to explain to him that having orgasmic experiences with him was the least of my concerns.

It seemed like his leg was pressing into mine. Because the heat from his body was able to penetrate the material that separated us, I was left wishing that I had been more sensible and worn pants instead of a skirt. When his fingers finally settled on my thigh, he began to draw trembling patterns all over my skin. His lips and tongue played with the sensitive nape of my neck, and his hand drifted down my arm, with his fingertips skimming the outside swell of my breast. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be consumed by the sensation. In the space between my thighs, I could feel myself getting hotter and greasier.

His voice was raspy as he mumbled, "I could make you come right now in this diner," but it was clear that he meant it. "smack dab in the middle of everyone's view. I will make you scream like a baby."

His words ignited a fire within me. I responded in a hushed tone, "I'd like to see you try." Bravado. My voice was shaking.

However, it was not a fabrication.

After taking a step back, he gave me another of his elusive smiles before withdrawing. He told me, "You couldn't possibly be a better woman for me." "Defiant despite having no place to hide. If you had to choose between living on your feet and dying on your feet, which would you choose?" His fingers moved up my leg, up beneath my skirt. I attempted to swallow despite the lump that had formed in my throat.

I responded by saying that I would rather to "live on my feet rather than die on my knees, thank you."

After laughing, he appeared surprised to see that he had just done so. I witnessed him miraculously heal despite the odds, but I had no time to celebrate my minuscule triumph. My train of thinking was derailed when a long, hot finger brushed across the soft mound that was located above my p***y.

He murmured, "You may live on your feet, but I will bend you over and r**e you all the same." "You may live on your feet," he said.

After that, he crept beneath the table.

I was still staring at the spot where he had been and trying to muster the presence of mind to react when I felt his large, hot hands on my knees. It had happened so quickly and so unexpectedly that I was still staring at the spot where he had been.

My gosh. He was hiding under the table, which was covered by a long tablecloth. He was kneeling there. He was going to—going to—go somewhere else.

I want so badly to be able to say that I put up a fight. But even the tiniest pressure from his hands was enough to get my thighs to separate for him, and I opened up to him.

He lifted my skirt and rearranged the tablecloth so that it draped across my lap, thereby concealing my unexpected indecency from the other people who were having lunch together. Conversation continued unabated in all directions around me. The sound of clinking glasses, the scraping of knives against forks, and someone guffawing at a funny joke filled the room. And silva Bryan moved the crotch of my pants to the side, separating the creases there in a very careful manner.

I was startled when I felt the rough end of a finger that was poised at my entrance. Then it slid up, up, up until it was almost touching my c**t, but he only grazed it before sliding back down and pressing against my waiting channel. Eventually, it stopped sliding upwards. When I bit down so hard on my lower lip, I could have sworn I tasted blood. Once more, he lifted his finger to tease me playfully before lowering it again. Up, as well as down. Back and forth

own. Up, then down once more, with each movement exerting a very little force against me.

It was excruciating. My cheeks were on fire. I had the want to reach under the table and shove his face into my p***y while he was sitting there. I felt like leaping up and kicking him in the shin. I did not have the courage to engage in either of those activities. Even though I was drenched from the waist down to my underwear and had undoubtedly stained my skirt as well, I just couldn't bring myself to shove him away. His finger and the pain in my cunt were the sum whole of my existence. As the restaurant began to dissipate around me, I closed my eyes and concentrated on getting my hips into his finger as many times as I could. I required his touch on my clitch at that moment. Without it, I was going to expire soon.

But he didn't. Instead, he halted once more at my entrance, and this time I could feel his gaze on me as he stared directly into the folds of my trembling clothing. I was made familiar with him. My defenses were completely removed, and the situation quickly became out of control.

One long finger made its way into me in a deliberate and methodical manner. I writhed about him in convulsions.

“Miss?”

Oh no. No, no, no. Not right now. Go away...

"Is there anything you'd like me to bring you, Miss?"

I had to push myself to open my eyes in order to notice the waitress who was loitering by the table and looking at me in a strange manner. She had to be aware of what was going on, right? It needed to be glaringly evident.

Curling up with it, my toes did the same thing as the finger inside of me did.

“No!” I said. “Nothing. Thanks!”

She gave me an odd look before continuing. "Your lunch will be served to you in a short while. The kitchen is experiencing a bit of a backlog at the moment."

Don't care! I felt like yelling at the world.