Prince Piercing(8)
He was crooking his finger at me trying to get me to come across the room to him, and sipped my glass of champagne and shook my head and mouthed the word 'no' at him.
Furrowing his brow he pointed again and gave me a look that said he'd make me pay for it if I didn't listen to him, I wasn't sure why I listened, but before I knew it, I was across the room facing him.
"What do you want?" I hissed at him. I convinced myself I'd walked over there to keep from causing a scene. It had nothing to do with visions of us in a linen closet together with me on my knees tasting him.
"You, of course." He grinned at me and had a waiter refill my glass. When the waiter left he faced me. "I never thought of myself as the type to settle down and get married, but when I picture my life without you Lara, I'm willing to take that leap of faith. I don't believe in divorce, I want you to think about where this is going between us, because if I go all in, I don't go back."
I stared at him, in open mouth shock and then tried to brush him off with an awkward joke. "Well, you do go back. In the back of me, that is."
"Lara!" He glared at me and looked around to make sure no one heard me.
Satisfied that I rattled his cage a little I sipped my drink and watched him over the rim of my glass. I sent him a naughty smile and realized that these little verbal games with him were something I looked forward too. The hot looks he sent me had me dreaming and wanting more, and the actual real experience left me completely satiated and impatient for our next encounter.
"I don't know where I stand with all of this Rupert, but I'm coming to terms with the fact that I want to find out." I told him quietly. "If you break my heart though, I swear to god I'll castrate you."
"I would expect nothing less." He told me, and he kissed me. Shocking many of the people around us. He grabbed my wrist to keep me from spilling the glass that I was about to drop and pulled me closer to him. He had no shame and he'd just publicly declared me as his.
When he pulled back to look at me, I'd forgotten where we were standing for a moment and why. Seeing my mom look at me across the room I blushed and hoped she wasn't upset. Instead, she winked at me and sent me a little sign of thumbs up.
"Rupert, you realize we can't go back. They took our picture; it's going to be in the papers." I blinked at him, almost wishing I could fall through the floor.
"Let them. You're mine Lara, I wasn't going to publicly declare my intentions until you'd come around, but I knew from the moment I met you, that you were destined to be mine." He told me and touched my cheek lightly before grinning at me. "Besides, you owe me a return favor."
"A favor?" I blinked at him in confusion.
"Yes, I have a few things planned for that mouth of yours as soon as we can get out of our family obligations of making a long enough appearance to appease the masses. You're going to be mine, Princess. I'm planning on doing filthy, dirty things to that mouth of yours as soon as we are alone." He promised me with such a hot, smoldering look, all I could do is nod in agreement.
This party couldn't end fast enough.