The beauty queen

“Do you want this?” Draco gently pushed her hair behind her ears.

“When have you ever asked for permission?” Ophelia responded bitterly. 

It felt surreal that this was happening. But it had already begun in that parking lot this morning. 

She had not planned for that. She had not even wanted it at first, but now she had already gone too far, and Blaine would not accept any explanations now.

Not that he ever had anyway. Not even when she cried and begged.

If she was going to be accused of cheating, she had better be truly guilty of going the whole way. 

Draco was watching her, and she could see he was enjoying watching the conflict in her mind through her eyes.

Only Draco could read her thoughts. He smiled now and finally responded to her question that he had left hanging for some minutes,

“I figured that is how your simp won you over. The refined gentleman, always asking for consent.”

“Will you keep insulting my husband in my face?” She raised her eyebrows at him. 

“Husband? You are mine, Ophelia.” His blue eyes were intent, but they did not intimidate her, they never had.

“Have you been drinking?”

Draco threw his head back and laughed, and he finally let her go. “Let’s say I loaned you to him. Now I want my woman back.”

Ophelia was watching him. 

Why could Blaine not just love her like this? He had in the past, but why could they not just go back to that time?

And Draco. She did not know what to do with him.

Was it possible to love two men at the same time? But the circumstances with him were not just right. 

He was wealthy, but he was not from their world. 

She could not publicly associate with a known Mafia lord, she could not go anywhere with him. 

If her father even found out about her relationship with him, he would not just simply be content with disowning her, he would kill her.

He would not want the living evidence that a Turner had brought themselves so low, so he would just kill her.

But if anyone could protect her, it was Draco. More so even than Blaine could.

“Strip.”

Her head snapped up. “What?”

“Strip baby. I want to see that Miss World stuff again.”

She spat and made to turn away, but Draco pulled her back, chuckling. 

“You have terrible humor,” she said,

“Who said I was joking?” And she heard a ripping sound. 

She gasped and looked down with wide eyes to see her dress coming apart.

“Have you gone mad, anyone could be watching?” She exclaimed as he urgently pulled her close now, his lips finding her throat, quickly descending to her bra.

“They know better than that. They’d lose their eyes.” He responded, his voice muffled.

But Ophelia was not convinced. 

She felt exposed, standing so high up on the rooftop, the air here strong, this man descending to his knees, his lips leaving a trail of kisses behind. 

But she knew Draco would not let her go.

She did not even want to go now. The thought of being caught made this all the more exciting. 

Her awareness of how exposed they actually were up here, although the sun had disappeared down the corner, made every single sensation she felt way more intense. 

“What did you say?”

“Don’t stop.” She gasped, as his tongue swirled around her nipple. 

She had lost count of how many times she had gotten to this point and then been abandoned again. 

Maybe Draco did not worship her body like Blaine would have, maybe he only knew how to possess and claim her like she was his bitch.

And maybe that was not a bad thing in the end. 

This was the only thing she had known before she met Blaine anyway. This was familiar, and not any less consuming and satiating.

Draco suddenly moved and gripped her by the elbow, marching her towards the pool. 

She thought he wanted them in the pool, and she was already heading toward the steps when he pulled her away and continued walking down the edge of the pool.

“What are you doing?”

“I want you to see yourself.” He stopped and gently pushed her to her knees on top of a cushion. 

She found herself looking into the blue infinity pool.

“Draco.” She had already begun to protest, because this place was way more open than the side of the terrace they had been just now.

“Shhh.” He placed his hand on her back, and began to push her top half down, till she found her face directly staring in the water.

“Watch you, while I f*ck you.” He kissed the middle of her back tenderly, and then shoved himself inside her to the hilt.

She cried out, as her hand gripped the ledge tightly to avoid falling in the pool head first.

“See how f*cking gorgeous you look, Ophelia ?” He was moving fast behind her, and her slutty self was moaning so loudly she could barely hear him. 

There had been little preamble or foreplay.

Mostly, Draco’s foreplay was his dirty talking, and it was the most effective thing she had ever experienced. 

He spanked her, hard.

“Yes.” She responded as tears jumped into her eyes, but she was smirking at her reflection now, at the ends of her blonde hair that would not stop bouncing, at how messy Draco was making it when he placed his hand on her head from behind.

“Yes, what?” He tilted inside her.

“Draco!” She cried, her nipples hardening as the aftershocks of what he had just done sent goosebumps round her skin. 

She knew she would be sore after this, but now, all she felt was ecstasy.

So much ecstasy that she forgot she was on a rooftop, the daughter of a National leader, and a rogue Mafia was thrusting in her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. 

Most importantly, she forgot she had a husband who had his own whore.

“I’m f*cking gorgeous.” She cursed, giggling happily even as her tears dropped and upset the water for a moment, blurring her reflection.

“Good girl.” Draco spun her around, and kissed her. 

He turned and pulled both of them into the pool, cushioning their fall with his body.