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fingering the delicate white lace, he used both hands to rip it off me. With wide eyes, I watched him unzip his pants and let them fall to the floor.
    Before he lay atop me, I caught a glimpse of well-defined hips and a trail of dark hair that started at his flat belly. If I were a cat, I would have purred at the thought of becoming more intimate with that area.
    When I felt his cock at my entrance, I stilled and watched him. With slow movements, he ran the head up along my slit, then down again, teasing me. For the first time since he’d begun his ministrations, I let a soft moan of pleasure escape my lips.
    “Shall I keep doing that?” he whispered, the friction of him rubbing against me escalating with each movement. I whimpered and lifted my hips to meet his. As if in response, his fingers tightened on my throat and he thrust against me a little faster. “You really want it now, don’t you?” He brushed his lips against mine, sending a shudder through me.
    Despite myself, I reached up and pulled his hips down against me, demanding what I wanted with gestures instead of words. He smiled and pressed his erection forward, sliding into me until he could go no further. The feeling of him filling me up brought such relief, I gasped.
    “You are so tight,” Icharus breathed, waiting a moment with himself seated deep inside my needy pussy. His cock pulsed and I let out a soft sob. With a low chuckle, he said, “I don’t think this is going to last long for either of us.”
    Rather than answer, I just hooked my right leg around him and undulated my hips up against his once more. He looked surprised, but then his smile returned. The smug expression only made me close my eyes. I reminded myself I wasn’t supposed to want his attention, interest, or affection. I just wanted my orgasm, and I wanted it now. 
    With a growl of annoyance, I curled my fingers against his taut buttocks.
    “You want it, don’t you?” he repeated, still smirking at me. “Tell me you do.”
    I moved my hips toward him and answered, “Fuck me.”
    He ran his hand down along my breasts and thrust again. This time the sensation of his cock stretching me out took my breath away and I clutched at his arms. The teachers did away with any inconvenient instances of virginity at the school, but even with the sensual activities and teachings, they were very careful not to do anything that might make us feel less virginal to a patron. Especially one who could probably pay as well as DeVille would have to, if I agreed to the contract.
    “We are going to have fun together, you and I,” he said as he found his rhythm, pulling out of me and then driving back in again and again. “You will have your revenge and I will have not just my father’s business, a loyal and beautiful courtesan who does my bidding.”
    I didn’t bother to tell him he was wrong or that I didn’t care what he wanted. What mattered was the pleasure I felt building in my core with each thrust of his rigid member deep inside me. When my body tensed, Icharus hesitated for a moment. Unable to wait, I ground my hips against his and took what I wanted so badly, brushing my clit against his pelvis until my pussy clenched around his stiff rod as the orgasm shot through me.
     
     

Chapter 5
    Society considered it bad form for a single woman to spend the night at the home of any man who was not a family member, chaperoned or not. Of course, this was a Regime rule, not the way it once was in the States. Still, I’d grown up with that rule and the thought crossed my mind when sunlight flickered over my closed eyelids. I groaned and turned away from the brilliance. After another moment, I pushed myself up and shook my hair out of my face. In a heartbeat, I remembered where and with whom I had spent my night.
    When I turned my head, I saw him standing at the window, a dark form with sunlight radiating around him.
    Wait.
    Sunlight?
    I sat up in bed, clutching the sheets to me and wondering how