Chapter 67 I couldn't please him
Veronica's POV:
I was breathing slowly when I stepped inside the room. At first, all I saw were candlelight and flames, and shadows.
Then… I saw him. Max!
He was sitting in a lone armchair beside the fireplace, relaxed, but intense... like a predator... in the forest.
Oh my god... his intensity was just killing me! What have I even walked into?!
A part of me told me to run... but my body wasn't ready to listen. It craved him, more than anything.
His gaze devoured slowly... he first looked at my bare feet, then my quivering legs, tracing hips, lingering on the sheer cling over my breasts... my nipples tightening traitorously for him... before locking on my face.
He was inspecting me!
He sipped his drink slowly, all while looking at me darkly. “Close the door.”
I froze in horror, partly wondering if I was making a mistake.
“Veronica…” he said lowly. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
My pulse beat faster as I locked the door shut.
I really wanted this... for sure...
His eyes held mine, unblinking. He leaned forward, and his voice was pure seduction as he said, “Come here.”
I did not even hesitate after that. I went to him, feeling my core tighten with heat, already aching for what was coming.
I wanted him right now, but I wasn't sure what games he would play with me before it. 'Strip,' he commanded, looking to his side to refill his drink.
Was he even serious? "But this dress is already visible... what is the use of stripping..."
"I said, strip... Veronica. Can you not ask more questions than this?"
"Fine," I let out a sigh... then as I did, the way his eyes lit up, and the way he stiffened, the length of his bulge becoming visible in his pants, showed me that he was full on struggling.
I felt like smiling inside.
"Too beautiful," he complimented me, making me feel validated. "Come and sit on my lap, let me see you closer."
He ran his hands down my body, and I started rocking unconsciously against his hips, asking for more.
He looked pleased at my curves... touching me everywhere.
I was so aroused, rocking against him, then he said, 'Seriously, is this all you got?' He asked, making my movements pause.
"What?' I blinked. "You are extremely beautiful... but I don't think you have it in you to pleasure me, Veronica... your movements say it all..."
I got seriously offended at him... how dare he... but it all brought a fuel in me.
My cheeks burned with a mix of anger and desire, the shadows from the fireplace dancing across his sharp features, making him look even hotter.
Who did he think he was, dismissing me like that? That I couldn't please him!
If he wanted proof, I'd give it to him—harder, faster, until he couldn't pretend anymore.
I shifted on his lap, pressing my bare thighs against the rough fabric of his pants, feeling the heat of his length straining beneath me.
My hands slid up his chest, my fingers were digging into the crisp shirt. I was unbuttoning it slowly at first, and I was teasing the exposed skin underneath.
I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, "You think I can't handle you? Just watch me. I'm going to make you cry."
My hips ground down slowly on him now, and I was circling against that thick bulge of his, the friction of it was so strong.
I could feel myself getting wetter, my juices soaking through whatever thin barrier was left between us.
His hands gripped my waist, but not to pull me closer... Instead, he held me steady, his touch firm but was detached, like he was observing rather than participating.
I rocked faster over his lap, I moaned softly, arching my back to push my breasts toward his face, nipples hard and begging for his mouth.
"Feel that?" I murmured.
But he just sipped his drink again, a faint smirk playing on his lips that didn't reach his gaze. He was still disinterested in me?!
"Max..." I gasped for her. "Just look at me."
"You're not even trying," he said casually, setting his glass aside. "All this... and I barely feel a thing. Is that the best you can do to make me all in?"
The words stung, fueling the fire in my belly. I wasn't going to let him win this game. I was going to make him beg for me.
Sliding off his lap just enough, I dropped to my knees between his legs, over the soft plush rug.
My hands went straight for his belt, unbuckling it with trembling fingers.
I tugged his pants open, freeing his length.
God, it was impressive, heavy in my palm as I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking him from base to tip with a firm grip.
I looked up at him through my lashes. "I'll show you pleasure."
I took him in my mouth... rolled my tongue over him, all while looking up at his facial reaction. He wasn't even flinching!
He patted my hair, like one would do to a pet!
"Hmm," he murmured after a minute, his length was twitching in my mouth but not fully hardening for me. He really wasn't impressed?!
"Enthusiastic, I'll give you that," Max said, lazily. "But it's sloppy. You've got no rhythm in it, no tease. You're just rushing to the end, Veronica. Where's the build?! It was what makes it all good."
I pulled off with a pop, gasping for air... Anger was boiling in me. How could he be so unmoved?!
"I can see that you are playing hard to get... but not for so long, Max..." I said, and got on top of him, feeling very powerful in my skin.
Very few times I've made this move before with others. I was not very experienced at this, still I have to give it my all... to get this arrogant bastard excited.
But even before I could go with it, Max stopped me, lifted me in his arms, and said, "You can't do me... Veronica... I'll show you how it's done..."
Damn... he was tough as nails!