Chapter 4 Tease - Vincent
Lily Sullivan is a captivating creature.
She looks different than in the picture. Tonight, she looks like a woman, but she doesn't look all that impressed about it.
Our fathers are already talking business, as if the merge between the two families has already happened, and Lily is pushing her food back and forth on her plate in what I assume is boredom.
It's evident that she doesn't want to be here, but she's sitting with her back ramrod straight like girls are supposed to in this life.
"So, Lily, what do you think of life in Chicago?" I ask suddenly, halting her movements.
"She will adapt just fine wherever she goes." Her father answers for her, and I don't miss the subtle eye roll she gives.
She picks up her wine glass and takes a big gulp of her wine.
I chuckle under my breath, amused. "Aren't you underage to be drinking?"
Those forest eyes meet mine in challenge. "I'm Irish, I've been drinking since I was fourteen."
I smile at her, and she blushes, a pink hue on her cheeks that captivates me. She averts her eyes back to her plate.
Oh, miss Lily really is as innocent as they said. My presence is making her nervous.
Good.
I didn't think I would be interested in whatever bride my father chose for me, but the girl in front of me is too gorgeous to ignore. The shade of her hair is enough to stir something in my pants, and I have to will my dick down in the presence of company.
"Do you have any hobbies?" I continue to ask her, wanting to hear her voice again with the subtle accent.
"Lily likes painting." Again, the father answers for her, and I practically feel her irritation across from the table when she gives him the side eye.
My smile is automatic. I know how girls in her position are raised. They have to sit there and look pretty, show good manners, speak when spoken to, but this girl clearly doesn't like those rules.
"Chicago has a great art scene." I tell her, and the blush on her cheeks deepen.
I wonder where else she blushes.
Her eyes widen when I suddenly get up and walk around to her side of the table, and her gaze drops to my hand when I hold it out for her.
"I need a smoke, show me to outside?"
Her eyes nervously go to her father, who nods in approval. She puts her slim hand in mine, and I immediately feel the energy between us. The contrast is beautiful, her skin creamy against my olive tone.
She immediately takes her hand from mine after I pulled her up like she got burnt, making my smile even wider. I like how she's taller than average, the top of her head reaching my shoulder in heels.
My soon-to-be wife looks like she belongs on a runway as my eyes travel from the glittery heels to her smooth, long legs and the short, flowy dress flirting with me. What kind of panties would she be wearing?
I follow her outside onto a patio, and immediately light my cigarette, dragging the nicotine deep into my lungs.
Wifey crosses her arms, unknowingly drawing my attention to her breasts.
"Smoking is bad for you." She says snidely.
"So they say." I chuckle, and she pouts that wide mouth of hers. "Walk with me."
She looks down at her heels as if she's offended by them, and surprisingly bends downs and takes them off.
This girl is different from the ones I'm used to. Other girls would want to be perfect at all times, keep on their heels even if it's killing their feet.
But not Lily.
I catch the smile on her face when her feet touches the wet grass before she quickly hides it.
We stroll in silence in the garden, my eyes flittering to the girl next to me who seems content to be between the flowers. I spy a gazebo in front of us, and lay my hand on the small of her back to steer her that way.
She jumps when I touch her, her mouth dropping open as she looks at me with wide eyes.
Definitely untouched.
Funny how I didn't like the idea before, but now that I have her here, her smooth skin cool to my touch, I want to murder any man who dare look her way.
She takes the two steps into the gazebo and lean against the railing, her eyes on the vast garden.
"Do you like flowers?" I ask, making a mental note to send her a bouquet every day.
"I do." She inhales the night air deeply. "Your smoking is killing them."
"Mmm." I take a last drag and find an ashtray in the middle on a table.
I turn back to her and can't help but run a finger from the back of her neck all the way down to where her dress starts again. She gasps softly at my touch, and I want to capture the sound with my mouth so I turn her around and cage her in with my arms.
That blush I was wondering about spreads to her whole chest, and my finger follows it but doesn't go where I really want it to.
"What are you doing?" She whispers, her eyes nervously looking around us, but all the guards disappeared to give us this moment.
I take her face in my hand, and tilt it upwards to brush my lips gently against hers. Again, the gasp, but this time I catch it as I close my mouth over hers.
My dick rises to the occasion as Lily clumsily kisses me back. She's never done this before, I realise, but the beast inside me is roaring, and I can't contain myself and let my hands travel up her smooth thighs, underneath her dress to squeeze her ass cheeks.
I groan, forcing my tongue into her hot mouth. She's wearing a thong, her ass luscious in my hands. I can't get close enough, rubbing my erection between the two of us.
I try to rein in my control, but before I do, I tease myself with a preview.
I cup her hot pussy in my hand, my finger pulling the fabric of the thong away, and I lightly brush my finger through her damp slit before I break the kiss and step away.
Little miss Lily Sullivan looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights, and I smile while retrieving a cigarette from my pocket.
"That was just a little tease." I light the cigarette and try to calm down the monster in my pants. "Next time, you'll be mine, and I get to fuck you all night long."
I think I shocked her, because she takes those gorgeous legs and runs away from me.