Ella Frank - Veiled Innocence

He ran a hand through his hair.

“How could I ever fucking resist you? You’re breathtaking.”

I felt mischievous in the wake of his comment and went to do a spin for him. That was when I stopped and saw it.

There, right in front of me, was me. I was naked and flushed from head to toe in his floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall mirror.

Before I could say anything, he stepped behind me and placed his large hands on my hips with his fingers pointing downward.

“See?” he asked, and in the mirror I saw him lower his mouth to my ear. “Breathtaking.”

My chest was rapidly rising and falling, and when his palms glided around to my upper thighs, he framed my pelvic bone with his thumb and index fingers—a triangle had never been so perfect.

“A mirror?” I raised my brow at his reflection. “Kinky.”

Without breaking our searing connection, he pulled me in close, and I could feel his hard cock nestled up against my ass.

“They came with the house. Up until this moment, I hated them,” he replied.

I rested my head back against his shoulder. “And now?” I watched him with languid eyes as he cupped my naked breasts.

“I’m still deciding.” He thumbed my nipples and then quietly instructed, “Put your arms back around my neck.”

I was still unbelievably aroused as I raised my arms and did what he asked. I curled my hands around his neck and interlocked them under his hair, displaying my body fully to the ravenous man behind me.

He kept his left hand on my breast and brushed the back of his knuckles down my body until he cupped my bare mound. I rocked my hips forward and whimpered.

I wanted more.

“Let me see you.”

I want him.

“You can see me.”

“I want to see you naked. Please,” I begged, realizing how out of character that was for me.

“Okay. Let’s put your hands where they won’t get in trouble,” he suggested, taking them from around his neck and placing them low against my back.

He was standing directly behind me, but I could see his collarbone and the top of his chest. I was captivated as he removed his tie, and when he took off his shirt and threw it aside, I couldn’t help the instinct to turn around and look.

“No, Addison. Stay just as you are,” he instructed, almost daring me to disobey.

“And if I don’t?”

I heard the sound of his zipper and then he lowered his head so his chin almost brushed my shoulder. Our eyes met and held in the mirror—stalemate.

“You don’t want to find out.”

Holy shit.

He disappeared from view to remove his jeans, and I licked my lips in anticipation, waiting for what was next.

As soon as he was finished, he took my wrists and placed my hands back behind his neck. He pushed his hard-on against my ass, and I let out a satisfied sigh.

Finally, there was nothing between us.

“Do you feel that?” he asked, rubbing his cock between my cheeks.

My mouth became dry, and I had no words as he resumed his original position—one hand on my breast and one between my legs.

He pushed his hips against me again, and my eyes began to flutter shut.

“No. Remember what I told you?”

“Yes,” I managed through a shaky breath. “Keep them open.”

“Fuck, yes. Watch us, Addison. Because I can’t bear to.”

His words were passionate and full of torment, and I couldn’t have ripped my eyes away if I tried.

He bent his head and kissed my ear as his fingers found my slippery clit. His other hand pinched my nipple as my heart raced and my breathing tripled. I could see him touching me, and I could feel his cock, hot and heavy against my ass, and I wanted...no, needed to see his body. I wanted to see it all.

“You,” I panted.

“What about me?”

“I want to see you. I can’t see you,” I almost cried, wanting to look at him with everything inside of me.

“Then turn around,” he invited.

I turned to face him and for the first time, I got to see Grayson. He was so much better than any fantasy in my head.

He stood there in his natural state, allowing me to take him in. I’d been right—on his left arm there was a tattoo of a snake with the end of its tail curled around his strong bicep. I didn’t spend too much time on that, not when all of his muscles were flexed and straining as if he was holding himself in check. He had very little hair on his chest, and from his navel down, that same dark golden hair led a nice trail to his erect cock.

Subconsciously, I hummed as I saw his fists curl at his sides. I probably should have been nervous, but as I waited for the counting, waited for the ticking…I heard nothing. Just our combined breathing.

“Seen enough?”

I wrapped my fingers around his cock and smiled. “Not yet. When you put this inside me, I want to watch.”

I stroked my palm up his rigid length, and he gripped my hair so I was forced to look up at him. He looked like a man on the edge. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was looking forward to whatever he was going to give me.

Leaning down until his lips brushed mine, he said, “Turn around.”

I released my hold on him and did as I was told.

“Get on your knees.”

I couldn’t help the sensual curve of my lips as I faced the mirror. I knew where this was going, and I was ready.

As he stood behind me rolling a condom into place, I dropped down to my knees and didn’t wait to be told to get on my hands too. I moved into position and began to crawl closer to the mirror, swaying my ass, which in turn made my breasts gently move from side to side.

The sound that left Grayson didn’t sound human as he got to his knees behind me. He gripped my hips, pulling me to a stop and then his body was over me and his lips were pressed against my shoulder.

“What is it about you I can’t fucking shake?”

He lined his hips up with mine, and his cock brushed between my legs. I could feel his thick length sliding between my swollen lips. I looked in the mirror and felt my excitement intensify at how big he was compared to me.

“Nothing. I’ve done nothing to you.”

He raised his head, and his fevered gaze caught mine. “The hell you haven’t. Does this,” he asked, shoving against me harder this time, “feel like nothing to you?”

“It feels exactly how I imagined it.”

I pumped my hips back, trying to get him inside me.

“And how’s that?”

“Hard and ready to fuck me.”

My nipples were beaded tight, and my pussy was soaked as the tip of his cock kissed the opening between my wet lips. Narrowing my gaze on the intense man hovering behind me, I pushed him that final inch.

“I’ve been thinking about this ever since I got in trouble for being late to your class.”

* * *

It was a combination of her eyes, her words, and as she rocked back on me—her body, that finally did it. With a firm thrust, I drove my cock deep inside her, reveling in the erotic sound she made as she shoved her round ass back against my hips.

“Ahh, God,” she cried out, but I didn’t stop.

My hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head up, making her watch.

Someone should get the visual pleasure here, and since I couldn’t admit to what I was fucking doing, it may as well be her. I was more than happy to study the creamy curves of her voluptuous body but then I heard her softly say, “Watch us.”

Who am I to ignore such a plea?

My eyes caught hers in the mirror, and I pushed deeper inside her. With each forward motion, her eyes stayed locked with mine and blazed—like she couldn’t get enough.

Her breasts swung every time our hips connected, and when her shiny lips opened and she told me, harder, I almost came.

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back until I was kneeling so she could sink down over my cock.

“Christ,” I cursed as I pushed her hair over her shoulder and ran the back of my hand down her side to where we were joined.

As I watched the two people in the mirror, it was hard to imagine them as anyone other than a man and woman enjoying each other—and that was exactly what I was doing. Enjoying the fuck out of her.

“Look at you,” I encouraged, now beyond any delusions.

This woman I was with—this gorgeous, sensual woman whose body was made to take mine—was spectacular. As her hands caressed her breasts and she watched us together, nothing could have convinced me that this was wrong.

My fingers found her clit and rubbed it gently, causing her hips to buck and a cry to leave her.

“Look at you sitting here with your legs spread and my cock so fucking deep I don’t think I’ll ever leave. Jesus, Addison. I thought you were perfect before. Now I fucking know it.”

I watched her shake her head in denial as she rocked on me. “Not perfect, never perfect. Again, do it again.”

I held her hip and plunged up into her as she continued murmuring, “Not perfect, never perfect.”

“Addison,” I whispered.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror as she continued to repeat herself, so I thrust inside her again and made her moan instead.

“Perfect for me. Look at us, and tell me this is not fucking perfection.”

She watched carefully as I moved under her, and when her fingers pinched her nipples, I brushed my thumb over her clit. I could see my cock each time I pulled out of her and then watched as it disappeared again between her folds. That was when I felt her muscles clamp around me.

My own climax hit me, and I shouted out her name. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she bit her lip as her body tensed and she screamed mine. Together, we gave in like two warriors who’d just surrendered to the ultimate fight.

Present…

Fairy tales don’t exist. I don’t know why we’re told stories about them as girls.

Why set us up for disappointment?

There’s a library here at Pine Groves. It’s a small room with three rows of books. Fictional books.

Books full of made-up characters in their make-believe stories.

That’s how I feel right now. Fictional.

I finger the spine of one and read the title before pulling it from the shelf. I run my hand over the cover and flip it open, skimming through the pages.

Tick, tick, tock.

There’s a clock on the wall in here. Doc had them put one up for me. He knows I like to come here to think. Which leads me to believe that he probably put this book on the shelf too. The Other Boleyn Girl—well, who cared about her anyway? No one cares about the other child when the most important one is gone.

Annoyed, I put it back on the shelf, searching for something very specific instead. The dictionary.

I open it and turn the pages until I reach the letter F.

F, for fairy tales.

As my eyes run over the definition, I’m left with a sense of clarity.

My parents weren’t setting me up for disappointment. They just presented the facts wrong.

Fairy tales are stories full of the unimaginable.

Why not tell the truth? That it’s all a lie.

They are nothing but stories to mislead and deceive us into thinking we can have what we want.

I’m not allowed to have what I want.

I can’t have the prince…because I am the unimaginable.

I’m the catalyst in the destruction of my own happy ending.

If only someone had warned the prince.

Tick, tick, tock.

* * *

Past…

I could see Grayson from where I was reclining on his king-sized bed. He was silently observing me from a leather chair in the corner of his room behind a dark wooden desk.

I’d stolen his shirt so he was left only in jeans, and when I nuzzled into the collar, I could smell him. Yes, I’d been right. It was the smell of hot sex.

“I like your photographs,” I said, inspecting the black-and-white stills on his walls. There were three on the far left, which I recognized right away.

The Pantheon, The Colosseum, and The Sistine Chapel.

“Did you take all of these?”

His eyes moved to the images hanging vertically.