“Sure. I got a raid in ten minutes.”
I rolled my eyes. “That doesn’t count as ‘busy,’ you know.”
“Maybe not,” she said, shrugging, “but you need something from me and I’m already bored, so get talking.”
I laughed as I sat down across from her. Louisa was slight and pretty, with thick dark hair and dark eyes. She looked just like our late mother, in a lot of ways. She was thin and always has been, and I was always worrying that she didn’t eat or exercise enough.
I was like my father in some ways. We were both too protective of Louisa.
“I need a dress.”
“Changing sides, are we?”
“It’s not for me.”
“Who then?”
“Natalie. Our new stepsister.”
Louisa gave me a long look. “I’m not sure I like where this is going.”
“It’s just a little prank. She’s a tad nervous, and I thought this could break the ice.”
“What kind of dress?”
I grinned at her. “The sluttiest thing you got.”
She laughed, but I could already tell that her interest was shifting. She was like that, always getting distracted, always moving on to the next thing. I loved her fiercely, and she was really the only person in the world that I trusted.
“Do whatever you want,” she said, getting up and walking over to a computer. “You now where the closet is.”
I stood. “Much obliged.”
“Tell Stumpy I won’t be at dinner.” Stumpy was her nickname for our father, something he absolutely loathed but would never reprimand her for.
“He’ll figure it out on his own.”
“Sure,” she muttered, already in a new world.
I walked away, back toward her bedroom. Once you left the main sitting area and entered her private room, the only place where the staff was not allowed to enter, the place was a mess. I threw open her enormous closet and was greeted with row after row of dresses, coats, shirts, pants, and more.
“For a recluse, you have a ton of clothes,” I muttered as I picked through her things.
Ten minutes later, I had the perfect thing. It was probably from Louisa’s old life, back before she had locked herself away.
I carried it out and back into the main hall. “See you, kid.”
She gave me an absent wave. I doubted she really even noticed when I walked out of her room.
I paused in the hallway, admiring the dress. I imagined Natalie wearing it and felt my cock stir, and I knew it was the right thing.
Smiling to myself, I went to find a staff member to help.
Chapter Nine: Natalie
The warm water washed down my body. I had to admit, although the day had been totally crazy and I was dreading dinner, I loved my new shower.
The bathroom was connected right to my room, and it was large and modern, clearly having been renovated recently. The shower was a large walk-in right next to a big white tub, and the water pressure was incredible.
I stood there letting the water run down my body as I thought about Lucas. I couldn’t believe he was willing to strip down in front of me like that right in the middle of the backyard. Anybody could have walked in on it; anybody could have seen it. He was definitely acting brash and inappropriate, and I could barely understand why.
But I had to admit that his body was incredible. Lean and defined, the tattoos only served to make him look that much more intense.
And Lucas was intense. Everything he said, every move he made, it all had an edge to it, like he was on the verge of throwing me down and fucking me senseless. I’d been soaking wet since the moment I met him, and I couldn’t get him out of my mind.
Which was why my hand slipped down between my legs. I pressed my back against the cool tile wall and began to gently rub myself, thinking about him.
The way he handled me in the limo. His confidence, his cool calm, the way he teased me. It all drove me absolutely wild.
He was an arrogant asshole, but I couldn’t deny that he made me feel something. I wanted to know what it would be like to slide down along his cock, to let him sink himself deep inside me.
I was sure he could handle me. He could throw me around if he wanted. I would let him do what he wanted, take charge, show me the sort of man he was. Like in the limo, I wanted to feel his fingers again, but more. I wanted to feel his mouth roam my body, touch my skin, lick and suck my clit until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
And I wanted his cock in my mouth. I felt so dirty for thinking it, but I wanted to taste his cock on my tongue, to suck him until he groaned. He made me hungry for it, and although I knew it was completely wrong, I wanted to suck him off in a dark corner of the house.
I rubbed myself faster, my fingers working my slick clit as I imagined what I’d let him do to me. I knew I couldn’t, because if we were caught things could be very bad, but I wanted it anyway. He could fuck me in the pool, slide his thick cock between my legs from behind. I was sure he’d make me beg for it first, and although it would drive me wild, it would only make it that much sweeter when he finally pushed himself deep inside me.