54- Fire

Alessandra Benjamin

He kept looking into my eyes when I felt his hand near the hem of my skirt. I could feel his knuckles caressing the skin causing delicious tingles.

“A man will never give his bed and his room to his mistress, Alessandra. A mistress is supposed to make a man happy. I will make sure that I can make YOU happy.”

What did he mean? Won’t we do it in a traditional way?

On the bed?

Beside each other?

“No, Alessandra. Today it won’t be about us. It will be about you only.”

My eyes kept gliding on his face, “And what will you get in return, your highness?”

He chuckled, “I will get the chance to taste you, Alessandra.”

Wait! What?

His blond hair was still wet and messy from the shower. The golden eyes looking at me were inviting me to drown myself in them.

My eyes fell to his lips and I involuntarily licked mine.

He saw this and his eyes darkened as he followed the little movement of my tongue.

“What are you doing to me, Alessandra?” his voice felt like he was restraining hi