Drake walks to his chair, sits down, and pushes the champagne glass towards me. “Sit.”
I know it’s not a request, so I dutifully do as I’m told. Once settled, I pick up my champagne glass and take a sip. The bubbles are so nice that before I know it, I’m taking another sip, and then another until the glass is completely empty.
“Is this another attempt at defying me?”
His harsh tone sets my skin ablaze. “I didn’t do it to—”
He puts his hand up. “Never mind,” he snaps. He points to my plate. “Eat your food. It’s risotto.”
I pick up my fork and start eating while Drake fills up my glass again. “This is delicious.” I’m attempting some sort of normal conversation … that’s if Drake and I can ever have one.
“You can have chocolate cake for dessert if you eat all your food.”
Closing my eyes, I try not to let the anger rise, but it does. “Drake, I’m not a child.”
He snaps his head to me. “And yet you continue to behave like one.”
I almost say the words fuck you, but I hold my tongue. Instead, I carry on eating my risotto and drinking my champagne. Pretty soon, the risotto is finished and so is my second glass. Drake puts his fork down and refills my glass. My head is buzzing now in a lovely warm hum. In fact, it’s not the only part that’s humming. I’m not sure if it’s the champagne, but the more I look at Drake, the more I want to climb onto his lap and ravish him.
Only because I hate him, of course.
“Are you going to talk to me?” I finally ask to break the silence. I’m not sure what’s worse—having him angry with me or this near-silent treatment.
“What would you like to discuss?”
I leisurely trail the bottom of my flute glass and notice Drake watching me. There’s something strangely erotic about that.
Rattle, rattle. Rattle, rattle.
“Did you know that approximately eighty-five thousand women a year are raped in England and Wales? And one in five women between the ages of sixteen and fifty-nine have experienced some sort of sexual assault. One in five, Drake. Don’t you think that’s a lot?”
Rattle, rattle.
“And your point is?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I’m just saying.” I look away as if I’m casually throwing this out there for discussion. He knows I’m not, and he knows what I’m after.
“I didn’t rape you.”
My eyes snap to his. “What would you call it then?”
“Taking what is mine.” He says it so matter-of-factly that it just seems to roll off his tongue.
I try to think of a comeback … some sort of stab of retribution. But no words come out of my mouth. When Drake notices my silence, he speaks again. “But, I do have one regret about the other night.”
I look up at him expectantly. “You do?”
He nods. “I didn’t get to feel you shatter beneath me. I didn’t get to give you your first-ever orgasm by a man … by the only man who can give you one.”
I don’t want to feel wet by the prospect, but I give it away by uncomfortably shuffling in my seat. Drake notices and he smiles. “How can I possibly miss what I haven’t had?”
Drake smirks. “Do you know how much it fucking turns me on to hear you say that?”
More squirming and shuffling. All of a sudden, the heat is turning up in here. Drake notices my flushed cheeks and leans forward, over the table. “I would like to have my dessert now.”
“Oh,” I say—a little disappointed. I was starting to hope that something else was on the menu.
Without another word, Drake gets up from his chair and then kneels on the floor. “What are you doing?”
“Stay still,” he orders. “Don’t move.”
Suddenly, he disappears under the table, and I feel when his hands move up my thighs. “Mmm,” he murmurs. “I can smell your arousal from here. Do you know how incredible that is?” I feel his head in between my legs, and I let out an incoherent squeal. “Grip the sides of the table with your hands. You’re going to need to once I get started on you.”
Heat flushes into my cheeks, and a need like no other pulses through me. I have no idea what he’s about to do, but the expectation of it has me on high alert.
Obeying his command, I grip the sides of the table and hold my breath. I can feel my pussy throbbing as it agonisingly waits for whatever Drake is about to do.
Sliding my dress up my legs, I feel Drake tugging at my panties. I lift myself up so he can glide them down my legs and discard them. Once finished, I feel his hands back on my legs again, and then, soon after, I feel his lips on my skin.