When Fangirls Lie (12 page)

Her left hand fell back while her other hand moved closer. And then she was parting her own folds, pulling it open as widely as she could with her thumb and middle finger. She gasped as she stretched herself open. It made her feel so beautifully exposed to Staffan’s ravenous gaze.

Staffan reached for his briefs and pulled it down.

When he straightened, his dick was finally out for her to see, big, long, and oh so hard and eager to be inside her.

Saffi moaned again. “Staffan!” Now she realized why he wanted her one hand free. Because he knew she would need it to touch herself. And so she did.

The sight of Saffi touching herself, of wanting him so much she had to masturbate, demolished what little control he had over himself.

“Staffaaaaan!”

Suddenly he was there, down on his knees, head between her legs, and mouth – oh his wonderful wicked mouth was on her flesh. He started to lick her, hard enough that she went completely limp in desire. Her body fell back and her hands gripped the table’s edge behind her head.

“Staffan!” She couldn’t help screaming his name as he continued to torment her with his tongue, which danced just as beautifully as the rest of his body. She felt Staffan pushing her legs up and then placing them over his shoulders. She immediately locked her legs around his neck.

Saffi’s pink, quivering pussy was the best he had ever tasted. Staffan didn’t know why. He simply knew it was so, and right now the fact that her pussy was the best he ever had was more than fucking enough for his dick.

“Staffan!” Her screams were making it harder and harder for him to control himself. Staffan had planned to torment her, to seduce her into telling the truth but right now he knew those plans were going to hell. He hadn’t counted on being insane with need, of dying if he did not let his dick bury itself in her moist, warm passage.

“Staffan!” His name broke out in a shocked gasp as she suddenly found herself being carried, her thighs resting on his shoulders, his mouth still on her. She swayed and had to grip his hair for balance, but still Staffan kept moving until he reached the bed.

He knelt on the bed before slowly lowering Saffi on her back, even as his kiss relentlessly continued in driving her mad.

“I’m c-coming!” Her legs dropped from his shoulders and fell splayed open on the bed.

He moved up to bite her clit. “Is that so?”

She screamed and beat his shoulder, hating and loving the taunting tone of his voice. Her head tossed and turned on the pillow. “Staffan, please.”

“What is it?”

She squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment even as she gritted out, “Make me come!”

He laughed, the sound triumphant and possessive. “As you wish, H.” He thrust his tongue in.

It was more than enough.

She came with a scream, her body jerking at the strength of her release.

Staffan pulled himself up, knowing it was the optimal time to take her virginity.

Her dazed eyes met his, desire and understanding in it. “Staffan,” she whispered as his arms rested against each side of her face.

“I’m going to take your virginity now.”

She nodded.

He buried his dick, and her wet and quivering pussy took him all in, her own release smoothing and easing his passage. There was no pain, and he was more than glad for it. He hadn’t wanted to see his Saffi hurt for any reason.

Saffi could feel the last of her juices dripping out of her, but even so she could already feel her desire building, her inner muscles slowly tightening around Staffan’s dick, which felt wondrously large and thick, almost too much so.

Above her, Staffan’s jaw was clenched hard, and she knew he was exercising extraordinary control to keep himself moving.

My love,
she thought.

The sudden reappearance of the dreamy smile he was so fascinated with made his body jerk.

She gasped.

He gritted his teeth. “Fuck. Sorry. Does it still---”

Her smile came back, and its emotion was mirrored by her doe-like eyes as she looked up at him. “Do it again.”

Staffan didn’t need to be asked twice.

He pulled almost all the way out before sinking in.

She moaned.

He did it again and again, reining in his impulse to ram into her like a stallion in a rut. Staffan was rewarded just a few moments later as Saffi’s hands crept over his shoulders, her nails reaching into his back before digging deep into his skin.

“More.”

One hand went under her nape while another went under her butt. And then without warning, he was pounding into her, fast, hard, and furious and all she could do was hang on to him and let Staffan take her as he willed.

The positions of his hands took away her equilibrium, making it seem as if she was but a doll that was entirely his to please. And she loved it. Every second of it. Every way of it. She wanted more and wished it would never end.

“More, Staffan,” she panted, shameless now in her need, deliberately spurring him to possess her.

“Fuck!” Her words inflamed him, and his hips began to pump into her more furiously.

Saffi’s head fell back, her nails digging deeper. “Staffan.”

“I know, baby.”

That one term of endearment did it for her.

She screamed, convulsing around him.

“FUCK!” He pistoned into her as fast as he could, his balls slapping heavily against her pussy. And then he was there, too, joining her over the edge of their release, and he shouted her name as he shot his cum inside her.

When his body fell heavily on top of her, she immediately tightened her arms around him. Her legs went around his hips, too, and she wished it was enough to keep his dick and his cum inside her.

Staffan braced himself on his elbows to look at Saffi searchingly. “You’re okay?” he asked gruffly.

“Yes.”

“Anything else you want to say?” he prodded finally, wondering if she would tell the truth now.

She nodded.

He braced himself again, this time for hearing the truth. “What is it?”

Saffi placed her hand on his cheek, and Staffan felt it shaking hard against his skin. “You were worth waiting for,” she whispered.

Goddammit to hell.

He closed his eyes, not wanting the soft dreamy smile on Saffi’s face to completely break the walls he had erected around his heart.

She was too fucking late.

If he had met her before Chloe, perhaps they had a chance.

But not now – not when he knew the fucking truth about the harsh realities of the world.

When it was clear he wouldn’t speak, Saffi told herself she wasn’t disappointed. Did she really think he’d fall in love with her just because she had given him her virginity? He was Staffan Aehrenthal and she was – nobody. She wasn’t even Saffi March, who was just barely better than her “H” persona.

She pulled him down for a kiss, her lips telling him without words that he did not have to say anything.

Staffan rolled them over, Saffi lying on his chest. In moments, his little starry-eyed charmer was asleep. He lied awake the whole night, savoring the feel of Saffi in his arms, and knowing that he was about to take a huge risk tomorrow.

He had to do something to make the truth clear to Saffi. They would be good together. He could feel it in his bones. They would be even better than how he and his traitorous bitch of an ex had been.

But for that to happen, he had to do something despicable first.

Those stars in her eyes had to go.

Saffi March changed her status to It’s complicated.

Staffan woke up to find Saffi gone from his bed. The knowledge made him completely awake…and desperate. He threw the covers away and stalked out of the bed. “Saffi?” He paused, waiting and hoping she would answer somewhere from the suite.

But there was nothing.

His fists clenched. “Saffi?” This time he didn’t bother keeping his volume down.

The door flew open.

His heart slammed against his chest as he held his breath.

But it was only Bob.

“You’re finally awake, boss.” Seeing Staffan standing buck naked in the middle of his hotel suite was nothing new to Bob. He had seen his employer in far worse situations and rarely alone at that.

The smile on his bodyguard’s face made Staffan irrationally furious, and he swiftly turned away to prevent himself from snapping at Bob for no reason. He stalked into the vast en-suite bathroom, flinging the closet doors open to grab a robe.

Bob busied himself making coffee, used to Staffan’s temperamental ways although a bit puzzled by it. Saffi had woken up in extremely good spirits. He had expected Staffan to be the same, and seeing that the opposite was true bemused him.

“Coffee, boss?”

Staffan nodded his thanks. He allowed the coffee to do its work, waiting for the burning liquid to pour down his throat. Finally he asked, “Do you know where Saffi went?”

Bob almost smirked. No matter how hard Staffan tried to hide it, he clearly cared a lot about the answer.
Good for you, H
, he thought.

The chilling glare that Staffan sent his way made Bob answer hurriedly, “She’s helping out with the crew.”

Staffan’s cup rattled as he almost dropped it together with the saucer. The strength of his relief at hearing Saffi hadn’t actually left him was immense and undeniable.

Bob’s eyebrows shot up in alarm. “Boss?”

He strove for control. This time, he had a pressing urge to wring the neck of a certain dark-haired girl with a penchant for dreamy smiles. What the fuck was she doing there? Didn’t she fucking know she belonged at his side?

“It’s fine. Get the driver ready. I’m leaving right after my shower.” He paused. “Have my PA call Yanna and let her know that I’m doing the date on the day of the concert. Get her to pick five girls, print their profiles out and bring them to me immediately.”

Bob had a suddenly sinking feeling that Staffan, for some insane reason, was going back to his old ways. To the time that he was ruining himself for nothing. “Immediately, boss?” he repeated, hoping his employer would take it back.

Staffan stomped down the insidious stirrings of doubt inside him. He was doing the best thing here. Saffi was a smart girl. She’d see it that way, too. “Yeah, immediately.”

Ignoring Bob’s disapproving frown, he dismissed the other man with another curt nod.

Staffan allowed himself to grimace the moment Bob left his hotel suite, slamming the door in his wake. Bob had never done that before.

What was it with Saffi March that made it so easy for her to wriggle into people’s hearts?

He gritted his teeth at how helplessly drawn he felt towards her, as if she were a drug he was naturally addicted to. But it would be different this time. He would prove it to himself, to Saffi, and to everyone else. It would be extremely good between them – but it had to be on his terms.