4 - Watch Me

4 - Watch Me

Emma

My cheeks were blazing when he titled his head, noticing every little tremble of my body and taking it in. He was like a predator.

“Give me your panties, Doll.”

“What?”

“You won’t be needing them anytime soon. So give it to me before I tear them off of you.” Cillian said those filthy arousing words as if he was talking about clothes and not about my fucking panties. “I won’t be gentle, Doll,” he added, still sitting in that damn armchair and looking smug as hell when I swallowed all the champagne from my glass and kept it on the table.

If he wanted to do me for his birthday, I’d make sure this is one of his best birthdays ever.

“Cillian,” I called him, my voice sweet and soft. Moving my hair over my shoulder, I spread my legs and slowly tugged the skirt of the dress up my thighs. “Watch me.”

I licked my lips, keeping my eyes on him, watching him watch me as I hooked my fingers through the lace and slowly peeled them over my inner thighs. I let out a sigh as the c