TWO DAYS LATER
Rita spared no chance when it came to riling up Samuel. She totally ignored him. Throughout every meeting, every car ride, she knew he was expecting it, so she waited for the best times to catch him off guard. First day was at breakfast, then yesterday right before they left for bed. Though last night's session had proved to be a risky move. She had intended to just flaunt her ass, not dry hump him against the table. She did not even realize when it went as far as skimming her neck with his teeth. She had almost lost herself and Samuel had been more than happy to let it continue. She had the hickeys to prove it and set him up for another week or two of blue balls.
She could not believe she was doing this. She could not believe it was actually happening, after three years. It felt like she was having one of those dreams her mind fashioned after she had thought of all the things she could have done to make everything go differently that day.
Today would be their last day in London, she wanted to get some more sightseeing done before they headed for Lyon. If there was still time left, even do a little shopping. She could not stop thinking about the place. Sure Paris was fun but give her a place renowned for culinary delights and she was all in hands down, plus it had less of the word romance written in it than Paris did.
She tied her braids in a ponytail, took her bag and left her room. He was not in the apartment, he must have gone out early. Just as well, after last night she did not want to see him anyway. She locked the apartment door and went downstairs, wondering if she should take the car or get a taxi.
She settled on a hotel provided car and tour guide. The traffic was terrible, after three hours of touring and taking pictures. She was just about ready to head back. Then she remembered she still had some shopping to do. Where better than Covent Garden Market. She instructed the driver to head there.
Ten minutes later she wished to God that she had not done just that. She had forgotten about the traffic. Now they were stuck. Rita looked out the window, only to see what was exactly on the other side, front and back. Stuck cars and bicycles. Then something through the wind screen caught her eye. There was a guy in dark sunglasses, dressed in a white shirt and black pants waiting beside a car. She knew who that was, it would take more than sunglasses to hide him from her. That was Samuel.
What was he doing there? Her questions were answered when a woman, strawberry blonde, dressed all up in Chanel came out of a store with shopping bags in her hands. Then the woman kissed him on the lips, then smiled up at him. And they kissed again.
He was seeing someone else. She said it not like a question but the statement it was. So much for being his mate.
She did not know why she even cared. She did not. She knew all along that the whole mate thing was just a rouge. Seeing those two together just made it even more starkly clear. She had been right the first time. She turned away from the windscreen.
/LONDON 6:36 P. M./
He came back close to an hour ago and everything seemed normal. Too normal. After having to deal with Catherine all day and her attempts to deepen their non-existent relationship, he was more than happy to wash up and just collapse on his bed for a few minutes. When she had kissed him, her touch repelled him and the perfume she wore made him feel a bit nauseous. He had to restrain himself from throwing her off of him in public.
That was an entirely different story when they got into the car, she tried to go for it again, she thought he did not notice when she undid more buttons on her top to display more cleavage and a hint of the black lacy bra underneath. Samuel grabbed her wrist and gave her a menacing look that had her cowering. A silent warning. But the stupid bitch just could not take a hint. She pouted her lips and gave him a sultry smile and ran her hand over the front of his shirt.
“Don't be like that Samuel. Can't we just go back to how things used to be? Just once, for old times sake?”
“That is Alpha Princeton to you and cut the crap.”
“Fine. I just missed you. It's been so long since we were last together.”
“I said cut the crap Catherine. Get you hands off of me. Right now.” he growled. He was just this close to throwing her out the window.
“Make me your Luna.”
Her words rendered him silent, which she thought was a cue to keep talking. “You are Thirty three, the council will start breathing down your neck soon about”
Samuel burst out laughing. He had to give it to her, she was bold. Bold bordering on stupid. He could feel her eyes burned with annoyance.
“And you think just because you got here first, you would be prime candidate? And I would just accept it?”
“Then why did you agree to go out with me today?” she whined and moved away from him.
“I never said anything about going out with you.” He leaned in just a little bit, pushing the pressure of the Alpha command on her even more. She pushed against the car door trying to get away from it. No ordinary wolf could stand against it, no other creature aside from Vampires could withstand it. So this witchlet could not.
He took his eyes of the road to look at her.
“I was just taking you off the street before you made some unnecessary commotion about something equally as trivial. You are giving your uncle a bad name and I was just doing him a favor by stopping you from running your mouth.”
He stopped the car. “Get out.”
“But this isn't my stop.”
“It is now. Get out and take your things. I won't repeat myself again.”
Then he got stuck in this city's stupid traffic for an hour fifteen minutes after leaving her there.
He left his room, tablet in hand and his shirt on his shoulder, he had to check in with his father about the meeting in Italy. Then Rita appeared and his train of thought derailed. What was he supposed to be doing again? He could not remember, how could he when Rita was in front of him wrapped in black lace.
“Sit.”
He obeyed and dropped the tablet on the cushion next to him. Looking at her with dark eyes.
“Will you give me what I want?” she asked, straddling him. Samuel hoped to every star in the sky that this was not a dream. His hands settled on her thighs. It did not fall through or disappear.
“I would happily give you what you want, it's just that I can't touch you without your express permission.” If tonight's punishment was going to be anything like last night then he was more than ready.
“Fine then.” she huffed.
She took his hands away from where they rested on her thighs and placed them on the armrest. She looked him in the eye and rubbed herself slowly on his bulge. His eyes darkened even more. She could feel him growing harder. She moaned and picked up the pace.
His hands flew to her ass and gripped. She stopped and he groaned in disapproval.
“Hands off.”
What?!
“Hands off now or I leave.”
“Ok.”
His hands were off in a flash and back on the armrest, anything to get her to keep going. “Good, keep them there. And stay put.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders and went back to rocking against him. Her body hummed but it craved more. She rocked faster. She heard something crack but she did not care, she only cared about reaching the peak.
The armrest broke and his hands fell on her thighs and he gripped them hard, pressing her down even more. Rita groaned and stopped.
A small growl of desperation left his lips. She took his wrists in her hands and threw them off her thighs and got up.
If he was not going to be good, then she was not playing. She got off. The look on his face was precious.
That was for three years ago. And this afternoon.
She could feel his eyes on her as she walked into the bathroom and locked it behind her. She leaned up against the wall and slipped her fingers into her underwear.
She knew he was right there just outside the glass door. What made it even better was that he could actually see her playing with herself. Smell her need and her satisfaction as she came on her fingers.
She fell against the wall, weak and her legs made of jello.
The next part of the day was about survival. She had gotten her slots at revenge, toyed with him, made him beg and kneel and still denied him. She did not know what waited for her outside the bathroom, would it be Samuel or The wolf that waited for her? Maybe he would let it go? Would he? To make matters worse the only protection she had was a towel. A small white towel that hardly covered anything.
Ok, time for a plan. Stake out the immediate premises, if the coast is clear, make for her room, lock the door and get some clothes on. Solid. Rita opened the glass door and poked her out. She looked left, she looked right, no sign of Samuel. She stepped out of the shower and made her way to her room quietly and carefully.
She looked around, still no sign of Samuel. Good. She reached her room, went inside and locked the door. Phew, safe. She turned around to get dressed and collided with a wall of muscle causing her to slip on her own wet feet. Her hands reached out to stop the rest of her from falling, she braced herself for pain but it never came.
An arm around her waist stopped her from falling and her hands clung on to anything and drew her closer to it. Anything including Samuel's naked chest. He gave her a hard stare before his eyes glued themselves to her front. Her very naked front. Her breasts were on full display and they had the full attention of his eyes. His eyes returned to her face, she felt the heat radiate off of him, his chest and the dark depths of his eyes.
Several heartbeats passed and Rita watched him swallow thickly as seconds ticked by. Her breathe froze in her lungs and her heart raced in her chest as they both awaited what the other would do.
In one swift motion he stood her on her feet, took the blanket from the bed and draped it over her head and left the room, closing the door behind him. Rita clutched the blanket to herself, trying to compensate for the towel that soon weakly fell to the floor.
****
THREE HOURS LATER
The drive to the airport was awkward to say the least because what happened a few hours ago. She was still mad, partly at herself for feeling like that and ending up in that situation in the first place. This afternoon's events just reminded her of her long term goal and the reason she agreed to the proposal he brought up in Alvas.
Bottom line, no matter how he nice he pretended to be, he was just using her. There was nothing more to it. She knew that, then why did she still feel hurt? Enough horsing around, this mate thing obviously meant nothing to him and it meant even less to her. He was using her so she would use him too.
The car stopped and they boarded the plane.
*******
This evening had been unprecedented. The image of Rita's breasts was still stuck in his mind. How they sat right there, waiting for him to attend to them. His mind filling with all the dirty things he could with to them. Things that would have their stubborn owner gasping and screaming his name. His dick swelled at the things that ran amok in his head.
He did not want his hands and his fantasies, no matter how wild could compare to the real thing. There would be time for all that and more later.
Samuel had a lot of things planned for Lyon. Most of it involved food. The current meeting they were heading to was supposed to be in Paris but he moved it to Lyon instead. It was not the most conventional place for a business meeting and that was the whole point of the meeting to begin with.
After the meeting, he was going to take her sightseeing and then eating at restaurants. She was going to love it. He hoped she did. He wanted to really spend more time with her in London but between work and her punishments the chance never came up.
They would enjoy Lyon before moving on to Italy. His stare grew distant, he still had to speak with his father.
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