Chapter 12

Who the hell is this girl in front of me?

She"s dressed like a princess, something I"ve never done before. I feel uneasy in my own skin. It"s as if I"m pretending to be someone else, playing a role that"s not my own.

"I"m not sure about this, Tia," I say, standing in front of the full-length mirror. I can't shake off the nervousness that creeps up on me as I stare at my reflection. Donnie surprised me with a stunning red gown that cascades down to the floor and a pair of sparkling heels that catch the light with every step. Tia applied a soft, bronzy eye look that accentuates my features and pulled my long black hair into an elegant updo.

"Would you stop already? You look hermosa. Donnie is going to want to fuck you as soon as he sees you."

"Tia!"

God, she can be so crass.

"What?" she says with a shrug. "You know I"m right."

I let out a deep sigh. "It"s not that simple. Our lives are so different. What if people look at me and wonder, who is she, and what is she doing with that famous pitcher?" I make air quotes with my fingers to emphasize my point.

Tia"s gaze pierces through me as if she wants to tear me apart. "I'm going to pretend those words never came out of your mouth." Her voice is stern and has a no-bullshit tone. "You are beautiful inside and out, and tonight, you will shine bright like a diamond. Donnie doesn"t care what color you are or where you"re from." She reaches out and delicately pushes a strand of hair away from my face. A warm smile spreads across her face. "And nobody, and I mean nobody has the right to make you feel otherwise," she continues. "And Donnie loves you. He chose you to have on his arm. That"s all that matters. Fuck everyone else."

I feel a slight smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Did you just quote Rhianna?"

She smirks.

As if on cue, there is a knock on the door. I take a deep breath, and my heart jumps in my chest. Excitement builds up inside me, but at the same time, I am nervous. Tia sees the look on my face and squeezes my hand reassuringly. I reach out to the doorknob, and as I twist it, the door creaks open, revealing Donnie in a sharp tuxedo.

God, he is so sexy.

And he"s all mine.

Donnie extends his hand to me, and he looks at me from head to toe. He swallows hard as our eyes meet, and a glimpse of awe fills his bright blue eyes.

"Wow, Shorty, you look amazing," he says breathlessly.

I feel a warm flush on my cheeks as I can't help but bite my lower lip, causing him to let out a low, guttural groan.

"Thank you," I say softly as I gently touch his chest, feeling the warmth of his body underneath my fingers. "You look so handsome," I add, emphasizing the compliment with a slight tug at his tie, making sure that it"s perfectly aligned.

"Okay, you both need to leave," Tia says, interrupting our moment. I turn to her and glare.

"He"s got that look men get when they wanna fuck," Tia quips with a cheeky grin, holding out a light jacket for me.

"Seriously, Tia?" I roll my eyes at her shameless lack of filter and take the jacket. "Have fun," she says before slamming the door in our faces.

I turn toward Donnie, feeling a sense of excitement brewing inside me.

"You ready?" he asks, his eyes locked on mine as if he can"t quite believe he"s standing here with me.

"Oh, wow," I gasp as I notice a sleek white limo outside my apartment.

"Babe, it's not your first time in a limo." Donnie chuckles as he notices my giddiness and opens the back door for me.

"Yeah, but this one is pearl white," I say as I climb into the back seat with him following behind me. "It's sparkly."

The interior of the limo is luxurious, with plush leather seats, a mini bar, and "I Gotta Be" by Jagged Edge echoing through the sound system. I sink into the seat and look around, taking in everything around me.

Donnie sits next to me, holding my hand, and as the limo pulls away from the curb, I snuggle up close to Donnie as I peer out the darkly tinted windows, watching the city lights stream by. He wraps his arm around me, his familiar scent comforting.

"You look beautiful tonight," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Are you tired?" he asks, kissing the top of my head.

"No, not really." Just freaking horny. This sexual frustration is going to give me a heart attack from the lack of Donnie's dick.

As I gaze intently at him, I can"t help but appreciate how handsome he grew up to be. My eyes are immediately drawn to the sharp angles of his chiseled jawline. His piercing ocean-blue eyes twinkle with a playful glint and I'm drawn in by their magnetic pull. Whenever he flashes his bright smile, it feels like the whole world lights up. His lightly groomed stubble only adds to his rugged charm, and when I run my fingers through his fluffy hair, I relish how incredibly soft and silky it feels against my skin.

"Good, because it will make it easier when I fuck you."

I tilt my head back to look up at him to see if I heard him right since his tone was too casual and direct. Maybe I'm not the only one who's horny as hell. That makes me smile.

This could be fun.

"What if I don't want to wait until later? What if I want to"—my tongue licks his bottom lip in slow motion—"get fucked now?"

As someone who has always been a sexual person, I take pleasure in pushing Donnie"s boundaries and discovering just how far he"s willing to go.

At first, his eyes widen in surprise, but then they darken with want. "What did you say?"

"I." I position my legs on each side of him, straddling him. "Want." I wrap my arms around his neck. "You." I sit and grind on his hard on, making him groan. "To." He grips my hips and squeezes. "Fuck. Me."

A devilish smile spreads across his face. "You're not afraid of getting caught?"

I shake my head, licking my lips, starting in the corner of my mouth, to the upper lip and then the lower, in a slow-moving and sensual action.

Donnie looks over my shoulder and rolls up the private window and turns up the music. "Electric" by Alina Baraz, feat. Khalid fills the space.

His hands slide under my flowy dress. I widen my legs, giving him full access as he slowly runs his hands up my thighs.

He gives me a pleasing smile.

Damnit. If he pulls out his junk, I'm going to impale it without warning.

His hand moves up my left thigh until he meets the wet spot on my panties. Donnie leans in and says against my lips, "Already soaked." He grins wickedly. "Take them off," he demands softly, then kisses my lips.

A thrill runs through my body at knowing we could get caught. I feel naughty but excited. I lift my hips, and he pushes them down until I am completely bare. I hiss when he strokes my clit with one swipe of his long fingers. He unzips his pants until his erection is free. I can't see anything because my dress covers us completely, but I feel the tip of his dick against my pussy.

"This is going to have to be quick, baby," he says in a deep, husky voice.

Fine by me.

Without waiting for his next instruction, I sink all the way down until he is all the way in.

A satisfied cry escapes me.

"Goddamn," Donnie groans, grabbing my waist.

I start to move up and down his dick and speed up until I am bouncing on him like he's a trampoline. My head flies backward and I groan in pleasure. I've always loved being in this position with him because I feel one-hundred percent in control, and I ride to find my release.

Donnie lays his head back and flexes his hands on my waist. "Yeah, baby. Fuck! Ride me." His mouth is parted, and his face looks like he is in pain—almost as if he is trying not to come.

I feel my orgasm rising, and after four more rocks, I cry out his name as my body trembles against him. A few seconds later, Donnie's hips jerk, forcing out a roar of pleasure as he pumps his release into me. I fall forward onto his chest, and he wraps his arms around me until our breathing returns to normal. When I try to move off him, his hold on me tightens.

I giggle to myself, knowing why he doesn't want me to move just yet.

He's sensitive.

A good girlfriend wouldn't torture him, but I'm not good at the moment. I start to wiggle, and he leaps forward, almost colliding with my face.

"Fuck! Stop!" His laugh is low and deep, and he clamps onto my waist to keep me steady.

But I don't listen.

I wiggle again.

"Fuck, baby! You're so evil." His breath is ragged.

I start to laugh, but I am so horny; I want more, and I love making him squirm.

"Damnit, Shorty," he groans, then grips my ass cheeks. But that makes it worse, and I start to bounce on him. I can feel his dick hardening again. When I won't stop, he loops his arm around my waist as he sits up on the edge of the seat. He rocks his hips back and forth, making the new position deeper and more intense. I can feel every inch of him, and I am going to lose it within seconds.

"You drive me fucking crazy, Shorty," he hisses while driving into me, harder and faster until he is pushing us over the edge.

My lungs are working overtime to draw in air. Every breath I take is mixed with sweat, leather, and sex. Our breaths come in short, rapid bursts, my body coming down from the sexual high.

Donnie rests his head on my chest between my breasts, regulating his breathing. "Can I move now?" I ask, trying not to laugh so hard. I can feel his cum leaking between my legs.

Donnie settles himself into a relaxed position, leaning his weight back against the seat and holding onto my waist. His cheeks are tinged with a deep red hue like he has been in the chilly winter air for quite some time.

He nods and smiles.

I quickly jump off and rummage through my purse to find a pack of tissues. I use them to clean up and toss them in the small trash compartment. Meanwhile, Donnie turns the music down, and the limo stops.

"Looks like we"re here," I say, trying to put myself together. "How do I look?" I ask Donnie.

He gazes at me intently. "Like you"ve been fucked."

My lips part involuntarily, and a sudden burst of laughter erupts from my mouth. With a smile, I retort, "You do too."

"Good. It means you belong to me and I belong to you." He winks, adjusting his pants.

The limo driver knocks on my window, and Donnie rolls it down. "Are you ready, sir?" the driver asks Donnie.

"Yes, thank you, Charlie. We"ll take it from here," Donnie replies.

Charlie tips his hat at me and says, "Have a lovely evening, ma'am," before turning his attention to the front of the limo.

"Do you think he heard us?" I ask, horrified at the thought.

Donnie jumps out of the car, comes to my door, and opens it for me. He extends his hand, and I take it. "How can anybody not hear you."

He winks.

I scowl at him.