Chapter 7

Taylor’s arms slid under my knees and around my back, scooping me up effortlessly in a bridal style. I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around her neck to steady myself. Her body was solid, warm, and radiating a subtle scent of sandalwood and expensive perfume that instantly made my head spin.

She walked up the grand staircase without breaking her stride, her dark eyes locked onto mine the entire time. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. The absolute dominance in her gaze sent an electric shiver straight down my spine.

She pushed open the heavy double doors of her master bedroom, stepping inside and letting the door click shut behind us.

Walking over to the massive king-sized bed, she laid me down gently across the silk sheets. But before I could even draw a full breath, she leaned over, coming down to hover directly on top of me. Her arms framed my head, trapping me in her orbit.

"Scared?" Taylor murmured; her voice was so low, a velvet purr.

She was so close that her warm breath brushed softly against my lips. My pulse hammered violently against my ribs, but it wasn't fear making my heart race.

"I... I'm not scared," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Taylor let out a soft, hum, her eyes softening just a fraction as she raised a hand. Her warm fingers brushed gently against my cheek, slowly pushing a few stray strands of hair away from my face.

Why? I thought to myself, my mind spinning into a complete fog. Why don't I mind this at all? Why am I... actually looking forward to this?

Panic briefly flared back up, making me glance nervously toward the closed bedroom door. The terrifying thought of someone walking in and catching us like this made my stomach twist.

Before I could turn my head any further, Taylor’s fingers captured my chin, turning my face right back to hers.

"Eyes on me, Sophia," she commanded softly.

Then, she leaned down and placed her lips squarely over mine.

Whatever restraint I had left completely dissolved. The kiss was deep, slow, and possessively intense. Without a single second of hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kissed her back as hard as I could, parting my lips to let her in. Taylor let out a low groan against my mouth, letting her weight settle heavier on top of me as her hands began roaming over my body, sliding up my waist and tracing every curve.

When she finally broke the kiss for air, she didn't move away. She trailed a path of burning kisses down my jawline, dipping lower to press soft, wet kisses along the sensitive skin of my neck. She inhaled deeply against my skin, her warm breath making me shiver violently from the unbearable wave of pleasure washing over me.

My eyes fluttered half shut, my fingers digging tightly into the fabric of her silk robe.

"Ahhhh..." A soft moan slipped from my throat before I could stop it.

Taylor dipped her head lower, pressing a firm kiss to the exposed valley of my chest before pausing. She slowly shifted her weight up, her hand gently tilting my chin up so my glazed, half-lidded eyes were forced to meet hers.

"Look at me," she whispered, her dark eyes burning into mine with dangerous intensity.

I looked at her, my chest heaving as I fought to catch my breath.

"Now tell me," Taylor murmured, her thumb lightly tracing my lower lip. "Who do you belong to? Who is the only one who deserves you... tell me."

The question hung in the thick, charged air of the room. The memory of Andrew's betrayal his lies, his affair with my sister flashed through my head, only to be completely incinerated by the heavy, possessive warmth of the woman holding me right now.

"I... I belong to you," I gasped out, shaking my head slightly as tears of sheer sensation welled in the corners of my eyes. "I'm yours..."

A slow, breathtaking smile curved Taylor's lips.

"Good girl," she purred softly. "Say my name."

I stared into her eyes, breathless and completely spellbound. "Taylor..."

"Say it louder," she commanded, her lips brushing against mine as her hand slowly slid beneath the hem of my dress, tracing a burning path up my bare thigh.

I arched my back into her touch, a desperate gasp tearing from my chest. "Taylor... Taylor..."

Her fingers glided higher, gently dipping beneath the silk of my lace panties, circling over my skin with exquisite precision. A ragged moan escaped my lips, my hips instinctively lifting toward her hand as raw pleasure coiled tight in my lower belly.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

The sharp, sudden sound of knuckles slamming against the bedroom door shattered the intimacy like glass.

"Taylor? Can I come in?" Andrew’s voice called out from the hallway, loud and impatient.

My eyes snapped wide open in sheer horror. The sudden jolt of adrenaline instantly broke the trance, and my breath hitched in my throat.

"It's Andrew..." I whispered in a frantic panic, staring up at Taylor with wide, terrified eyes as I tried to pull back.

But Taylor didn't even flinch. She was completely unbothered.

Her dark eyes remained locked on mine, an icy, defiant smirk playing on her lips. Instead of pulling away, her hand stayed firmly beneath my dress, her fingers continuing their slow, torturous rhythm against my skin, driving me out of my mind even as terror gripped my chest.

Before I could plead with her to stop, Taylor leaned down and captured my mouth again, deepening the kiss and drowning out my gasps.

Then, the brass door handle turned with a loud click and the bedroom door swung wide open.