✔️ ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

Chapter 34

RITA

A bougie Store.

We are in Mango. I like this one better than H&M. It's not as opulent as the ones I am used to; I like mine tailored, but it exudes elegance and class. And I like the material it's cut from.

I don't have a lackey, but a hunter — with the subtle difference that his hands don't annihilate but carry the clothes I pick up. Not a profanity leaves his mouth while carrying my stuff.

And I want to conceal him in a pile of clothes. It's in the nature of the male to attract a female. And he attracts every female gaze in the store like a peacock.

"You are so quiet and look troubled. What's the matter, whinebag?" he asks me, looking up since he was preoccupied with his phone — catching the frown and pout lingering on my face.

"Whinebag?" I ask with feigned offense but don't take it too much to heart; I do nag a lot. "At least I am not all mopey every morning," I fire back.

"That's because you want to sneak out of my arms before I can ravish you," he says hoarsely, hugging me from behind with his hands slithering around my waist to pull me closer, kissing my cheek.

Turning my head sideways, I look at him and see him glaring at me with an intense gaze. "You don't mind not being promiscuous anymore, do you? Am I satisfying you?"

"You are satisfying me," he hums against my head, his voice filled with endearment and passion, planting a kiss on my forehead, my nose, and finally, my lips. "What made you insecure? It cannot be my dick in accretion every time you give me the privilege to cherish you..."

"All the female eyes in the store, looking at you as if they are in some kind of heat," I tell him, grievance wavering in my voice as I glare back at all the eyes lusting after him.

"Hmm, maybe I should grow a pair and ask the blonde over there out — she looks like Josefina," he exclaims, prohibiting me from a date and thinking about asking her out. Jealousy looms over me.

"Rogue," I tell him, displeased, my mood sinking to the ground as I extricate myself from his embrace but only manage to take two steps away from him.

"It's yours, little flower," he tells me, his arms slithering around my flimsy waist before his hand covers mine and guides it over the material where his manhood rests, making me grasp it. "It's Rita's pet — only she can pet it."

Reminiscing about our little jaunt from this morning, my cheeks take the color of beet-red as I relax in the solace he emanates.

"Good," I tell him softly, biting my lip to suppress the smile threatening to break out and reveal that I am not mad, my hand subtly squeezing him over his pants.

"If you keep petting your pet," he grunts, his voice deep and low in stark contrast to our banter, "it will grow and grow until it's going to need a suck."

"I may do," I tease him with a sweet smile as his eyes take on a darker shade of blue, showing his craving for me. "Why don't you follow me to the cabins?"

I put more clothes in his arms — three coats made of wool. Then, I push myself away from him. Showing obscenity, he follows me to the cabins as I pile more clothes onto his arms along the way.

"Oh... it only says one person per cabin," I grin sheepishly, taking the stack of clothes and slipping into the cabin. His face is just hilarious as I close my curtain.

Humming, I hear him being very expletive and sounding needy while I try on the clothes. Actually, I am surprised at how well they look and fit me. And I love the coats.