Eternally Seduced (57 page)

But what he probably loved most about Saffi was her propensity
not
to think things through, proving again and again how she was the opposite of the majority of calculating bitches in the world.

Had Saffi forgotten she was on a fucking dance floor?

This was his world, not hers.

He went to the DJ, quietly said what he needed, and waited.

~~~

Saffi stiffened when Jay-Z and Justin Timberlake’s collaboration for Suit & Tie was cut mid-song and she stiffened even more when it was replaced by the first few notes of a song that was hypnotically seductive…and terribly familiar.

Poison.

The song that launched Staffan into stardom, the song that Staffan crooned as he introduced her to the wonders of his unique brand of hand selection---
twisting tonguefish!
It was the kind of déjà vu Saffi didn’t need right now.

And then she heard Staffan singing.
Live.

She whirled around.

Staffan didn’t make any move to walk to her, as if giving her a chance to continue dancing with Mike, Mark---whatever his name was, giving her a chance to shame him the way Chloe had in the past. Then his humiliation had been private, a matter between the two of them. But now he was giving her the upper hand, a chance to demolish him in front of everyone.

She started to cry, her knees giving way but before she could stumble into her partner’s chest, sure fingers had wrapped around her wrist, spinning her away. The next thing she knew, she was in Staffan’s arms, staring up at his glittering eyes as he sang. To her. For her.

He started to move, his body fluid, strong, and graceful, and Saffi’s body moved with his like magic, like she never had two left feet all along. “I love you,” she whispered.

Staffan’s eyes shone brightly, but he didn’t stop singing, dancing---
didn’t stop showing her off to the crowd.
There was no hand selection, but somehow this dance felt even more intimate, turning Saffi into a blushing tongue-tied statue as the last notes of his song died down.

Applause followed, rocking the ballroom, and then Staffan tipped her chin up.

For a moment, all he could do was stare. She was finally back in his arms, seemingly willingly, but a tiny part of him still doubted his good fortune. “Forgive me, Saffi,” he whispered, not caring that his lapel microphone was broadcasting every word.

Her mouth parted in silent shock, tears raining down on her cheeks. She couldn’t believe someone as proud as Staffan was apologizing to her in public. She tried to speak and couldn’t, her throat constricted with emotions. All she could do was nod.

Staffan took her hand, raising it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. There were sighs all over the ballroom again, with every woman knowing that Staffan Aehrenthal had to be in love. After all, the rockstar was famous for not doing romantic, for being overly sexual with everything, for being proud about not being a gentleman.

“Why are you doing this?” she blurted out.

He answered her with a boyish-looking grin, which put her knees in danger of giving way again.

“If I was her, I’m not going to fucking ask why,” a woman muttered behind Saffi. “I’ll just fuck him.”

Saffi paid it no attention. She was getting used to the fact that virtually every woman would have an opinion about anything that Staffan did.

“You’re really asking me that?”

She frowned. “Shouldn’t I be?”

He raised a brow. “You tell me. I distinctly remember you saying in your Facebook that this was how I proposed---”

Saffi gasped. “Staffan!” She closed her eyes, unable to look at Staffan or anywhere else since she was surrounded by people all around. Oh my God. She couldn’t believe that Staffan had read that! “It was a joke,” she said weakly, eyes still welded shut. If she had her way, she was going to live her life like this from now on. It would keep her immune to embarrassment.

He pressed feather soft kisses on her eyelids, chuckling when she blushed and squeezed her eyes shut more tightly. “Saffi.”

“Please let’s not talk in front of everyone anymore?”

He ignored that. “I love you.”

Her eyes flew open. “
Staffan.
”

He cupped her face. “Life with you will be one eternally wonderful dance, a sweet waltz, a passionate tango, a crazy breakdance---”

Staffan thought about the way she couldn’t lie to save her life, the way she talked about fish all the time, and how adorably sweet she was in the quirkiest ways.

He grinned. “When we dance, the music will be something only the two of us can understand.” Staffan kissed her nose. “And that’s exactly how I want it because it means you’re mine alone and…”

She sniffed. “Staffan.”

He said simply, “I’m yours alone.”

“Staffan!”

He grinned. His beautiful and adorable H – who was also his prim little Saffi – had wailed his name this time, and then she suddenly literally jumped into his arms, forcing Staffan to take a few steps back as his arms immediately went around her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, legs around his waist and kissed him. It wasn’t proper at all. She knew that. This was something H and not Saffi would do, but right now she didn’t care. “I love you,” she whispered, crying the words against his mouth.

Ah Saffi March.

He teased, “I think I recall you posting a photo of a couple doing this exact same thing in Instagram and telling your followers that this was what we did because I missed you so much after my trip to Asia---”

She pulled back. “Staffan!” Saffi didn’t know if she should be flattered or terrified that he knew so much about her. “Did you stalk me online or something?”

Her words sounded too eerily close to how Constantijin and Yanna described his activities, and Staffan snapped, “No.”

“But how did you know---”

“Quiet.” And to make sure she shut up, he kissed her again, this time making her lips part so he could drive his tongue inside and taste her again.

She moaned, and he groaned with her. Ignoring the wide-eyed crowd, he walked with single-minded determination towards the DJ booth set up in the corner. It was an assembled cubicle with one glass wall and the rest made in reinforced plastic.

He only had to look at the DJ for the headset-wearing guy in hoodie to scramble past him.

Saffi managed to pull her lips away when she heard a loud bang, just in time to see Staffan draw the blinds closed to cover the glass wall of the DJ’s booth. Her eyes went wide. Here was yet another moment of déjà vu, and yet another thing she didn’t know if she should be happy about or not.

She wriggled out of his arms. “Staffan, no---”

“Yes.” He took one step closer to her.

“The whole university is outside. We can’t---don’t get another step closer---this is not the right---no!” She took a step back as he advanced and ended up bumping into the DJ’s table from behind.

He took off his bow tie and shrugged off his jacket. “I need to fuck you. Now.”

“Yoga-ing yellow fin tuna,” she said weakly, her mouth going dry. Those fuck-me eyes of his could make her do anything, and Staffan knew it.

He choked, pausing with the buttons of his dress shirt. “Yoga-ing, Saffi? Are you fucking for real?”

She was so far gone now, heady with desire, that all she could do was push herself up the table, throw her skirts up, and push her panties down. It hadn’t even gotten past her knee before Staffan was on her, pushing Saffi to her back. One hand went to pull her neckline down while his other hand fumbled to unzip his pants.

Panting, Saffi helped him with her zipper.

“Yes, he hissed, letting her struggle with it and using both hands now to pull down the top half of her gown completely. He sucked his breath in when it immediately bared her naked breasts to his sight. “No fucking bra, Saffi?” he growled. “You better have worn this for me and not any other guy.”

She finally managed to free his cock, and her hand clasped it tightly, lovingly.

He groaned.

Saffi squeezed his cock. “Only for you.”

Staffan moved up, and she let her hands fall away as he began rubbing his cock with her wetness. “Ready, baby?”

“Yes.”

He slid into her very slowly, taking her inch by inch so that she was squirming with need by the end. “Stop torturing me---oh!” He was finally inside her to the hilt, and having Staffan fill her with his hardness again was the most exquisite pleasure, making her cry out silently.

“Why won’t you make any noise?”

“B-because.” She couldn’t answer coherently, not when he was thrusting in and out of her, pushing her to the brink of insanity with the way he alternated between slow and fast.

“Don’t you want them to know I’m fucking you?” he growled.

“Staffan!” But she let out the tiniest moan after as he thrust more forcefully into her. And it was just the start. Saffi’s legs fell wide open while her fingers dug into his back as he rammed his cock into her again and again, his every thrust making her eyes roll back and her body squeeze around his cock.

“Saffi!”

She gasped, one hand immediately covering his mouth. “No, Staf---” She yelped, letting go of his mouth when he bit her skin.

“I want them to hear me fucking you, want them to know how much pleasure you’re giving me.” His hand squeezed her breast, kneading it before his fingers slowly rolled one nipple between them.

Her back arched at the riotous sensations his touch created, and it arched even more when he bent down to suck one nipple into his mouth in rhythm with the hard pounding his cock was giving her.

She tried to keep herself from crying out as he sucked harder and thrust deeper into her, but when Staffan reached with one hand to play for her clit, she knew it was only a matter of time. “Staffan,” she whispered.

Staffan looked into her eyes. “I love you.”

She let out a cry, no longer caring that everyone could hear her. She cried out his name over and over as her body splintered into pieces. Staffan didn’t stop ramming his cock into her as she came, his lean hard hips moving furiously over her, and then his back arched. “Saffi!” He threw his head back as he came, his movements wild, passionate, and lacking the control that once made him a legend.

She wrapped her arms around him when he rested his spent body on top of her, his cock still pulsing softly inside her. “I love you, Staffan.”

He turned slowly to kiss her cheek before pulling away to look down on her. “New start for both of us, Saffi.”

She nodded.

“No more lies, you promise?”

She bit her lip.

“Saffi?” he prompted while tenderly tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear.

Just a few days,
she told herself. She was going to be selfish again and just have a few more days before they tackle the not-so-nice realities of her life. “No more lies.”

“Good. Now let’s get out of here. There are a couple of
boys
I want to see with my own eyes. I read their fucking comments on your Facebook---”

“Staffan!” He gave her a short hard kiss, but even that was more than enough to make her see stars.