Chapter 129: The Taste Of Him

Ginnie

Varkos’s hand stayed pressed over my mouth, warm and firm, the rough edge of his palm scraping against my lower lip.

I shoved at his chest, but the hard plane of muscle barely moved. Instead, my clutch slipped from my fingers and hit the tiled floor with a dull thud.

“L-let go of my mouth,” I mumbled against his hand, the words muffled beneath his palm.

I twisted sideways, trying to slide past him toward the door but his free hand caught my waist and slammed my back against the cool wall beside the mirror.

Before I could recover, he moved closer, trapping me between his body and the wall. One thigh slid between mine, forcing the slit of my dress apart.

The sudden closeness sent a rush of heat through me, so intense my knees nearly buckled. I stared up at him, my breath catching as my heart pounded wildly in my ribs.

“Five years,” Varkos whispered, leaning in until his mouth brushed the shell of my ear. “Five fucking years I’ve thought about the way you used to shake when I touched you right here.”

His hand left my mouth only long enough to drag down my throat, then lower, over the silk covering my breasts. I arched instinctively before I could stop myself, a soft broken sound escaping my lips.

I shoved against him again harder this time.

“Get off me.”

Varkos immediately caught both my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head against the wall. His free hand slid beneath the slit of my dress, his fingertips tracing the bare skin of my inner thigh higher until they brushed the edge of my panties.

“Don’t you dare—“

The words caught in my throat as his two fingers slipped beneath the lace and found me already slick.

“Jesus, Ginnie.” His forehead dropped against mine. “See how soaked you are for me.”

Heat rushed into my cheeks, and I quit turning my face away, refusing to let him see how shaken I was.

Without warning, Varkos began to stroke me. His thumb circled the swollen bud while two fingers slid deeper, causing my hips to jerk forward against his hand before I could stop them.

“Feel that?” His mouth moved to the corner of my jaw. “Adrain can put his hand on your back in front of everyone and call you sweetheart, but he doesn’t know how to make you drip like this.”

“This is…” I swallowed hard. “This is nothing.”

“Nothing?” He curled those fingers and pressed them against a spot that made my vision flicker. “That’s you remembering exactly how my fingers felt inside your pussy.”

I tried to close my legs, but one knee forced them open, spreading me wider against the wall. The wet sound of his fingers moving in and out of me filled the restroom, obscene and loud.

Before I could stop myself, my free hand was trying to decide whether to push him away or pull him closer.

“Adrian fucks you polite, doesn’t he?” His fingers thrust harder, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit with every stroke. “I used to make you cum so hard you cried. Remember?”

A helpless sound escaped my throat as my nails scraped down his chest, catching on the buttons of his shirt. I needed something to hold onto while the pleasure built like a storm beneath my skin.

Before I could recover, Varkos added a third finger, stretching me. A loud moan escaped me only to be swallowed as his lips pressed against mine.

I kissed him back, tasting the wine he’d been drinking as he shoved the front of my dress higher, baring me completely from the waist down. He broke the kiss just enough to look down between us.

“Fuck, look at that.” His voice was thick with lust. “I bet Adrian never gets you this wet, does he?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. Not while every stroke of his fingers dragged me closer and closer to the edge.

“Varkos—please—”

“Please what?” He slowed his fingers deliberately, almost as though pulling out. “Please stop? Or please make you cum on my hand like Daddy’s little whore?”

My hips chased his retreating fingers, drawing a soft, needy moan out of me before I could swallow it.

As though Varkos noticed immediately, he chuckled darkly and thrust his fingers, burying them to the hilt.

“That’s what I thought.”

His mouth found my breast through the silk, sucking hard enough that the fabric grew wet and translucent over my nipple.

Nice going, Ginnie.

I was about to shatter completely right here against the restroom wall, while Adrian and Kenna had no idea of what was going on.

Just as the first wave was about to push me over the edge, Varkos pulled his hand away. The sudden emptiness forced a broken, almost angry sound from me.

For several seconds, he simply stood there, his gaze moving slowly over me from head to toe. Then, slowly, he brought his glistening fingers to his lips and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine.

A few moments later, he stepped back and adjusted his trousers with one hand.

“Enjoy the rest of dinner, Ginnie,” his voice dropped to a low whisper. “Try not to think about how close you just came on my fingers while your husband waits for you at the table.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. Before I could respond, he unlocked the door and walked out.

I stayed frozen against the wall, my dress was still rucked up around my hips. My whole body trembled as I struggled to steady my breathing, the unfinished orgasm refusing to settle.

Slowly I slid down the wall until I sat on the cold tile floor. I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes until white sparks danced behind them.

Idiot.

Complete, pathetic idiot.

Five years of carefully built walls, and all it took was one touch from Varkos to make me stupidly moan his name and chase his fingers like the desperate girl I used to be.

I was supposed to seduce him tonight and make him trust me. Yet here I was, sitting on a bathroom floor with the taste of him still on my tongue and his fingers still buried inside me.

Slowly, I forced myself to stand, washed my hands, and fixed my lipstick with trembling fingers. Then I smoothed down my dress until it covered everything again.

When I finally opened the door and stepped back into the hallway, my legs still felt unsteady.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

“Stay calm, Ginnie,” I whispered. “You can do this.”

Whatever happened in this bathroom between Varkos and me, I couldn't let it show.