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My lips lift into a salacious grin. “Velcome to my home, Kitten. It’s all for your pleasure.”
She brushes our joined hands along my cock. “Our pleasure, Count. Ours.”
Oh, my Kitten is out to play tonight. Well, she knows I’m only too happy to oblige.
I can hardly drag my greedy eyes from her arse all night. And when I’m not staring at that, it’s her face or her tits. The woman is pure sex, and she is playing with fire.
Every chance she gets to touch me somewhere, she does. Her caress is a brand on my skin, and I don’t think I’m going to last until later.
We circle the room as I introduce her to people who haven’t met her yet. I catalogue the calculating hungry looks of the men, and the looks ranging from cool to downright glares from the women. She takes it in her stride, smiling when she’s not included and engaging with the women who do want to talk to her. Some try to literally push between us, and blatantly turn their backs on her. When that happens, Mick, dressed as a coachman in a matching garb to mine, gently manoeuvres Evie into a better spot so I can deal with the tentacles coming at me.
I see Will and Kenny coming towards us while I’m hemmed in by a particularly enthusiastic zombie, and I can’t intercept them. I’m especially intent on impeding Will after what Xan said about him at the club.
Evie greets them like old friends and starts chatting away with them. Will overtly checks her out, touching the lace on her dress. He’s even chatting about her hair and moves around her to get a better look, the fucker. He knows what he’s doing. I don’t miss him flick his eyes to me before he gapes at the backless section of the dress.
She’s so oblivious to any of it, talking like she’s one of the lads, a friend first and foremost.
I’m going to bust a gut, seconds away from shoving the overly enthusiastic zombie to one side, grabbing her, punching Will, and leaving. I catch Mick's eye and he moves towards them all, as do both Jonno and Jackson.
Ah! the Greystone pack. I have missed it.
It’s like a carefully choreographed dance. One moves to cover while the other moves off and they rotate around. I watched them do it to Evie over the years growing up, and they’re still at it now. Mostly it used to piss me off, but now I am only too pleased to see them.
Jackson moves in to subtly push Will aside. She kisses Jackson and hangs onto him. Maybe not as oblivious as I think, then. Her gaze snares mine, and I’m transfixed by the pure dirty intent in those grey eyes. I’m moving towards her before I realise it, cutting off the zombie and ignoring anyone in my way.
“Kitten.” Her name is a feral growl from my lips as I grab her arm and usher her through a doorway blocked with heavy cobwebs. Oblivious to the decorations snagging on my hat and her hair, I look around and open the door to a room slightly down a corridor. It’s a small library.
“Kellen, what’s the matter? I didn’t?—”
“I need to taste you.”
She gasps out and laughs as I push her towards the settees. “No, Kell. People will know we’ve gone. It's your party.”
“Fuck ‘em!” I spin her around and bend her forward, running my hand down her back. Lifting her dress, I groan. “No knickers, Kitten?”
“They would ruin the line,” she says, laughing as I bite her arse cheek. “Owww, Kellen.”
“Shut up, Evie, and bend over.” I smack her on the arse just to make sure she knows I mean it. Lowering to my knees, my hat and glasses quickly shucked aside, I open her lips up from behind. She’s glistening at me and her pussy is clenching down in anticipation.
I lick her from the back and push my face into her cunt. I can’t get enough of it. I know I’m being rough with my fingers, teeth, and tongue, but I don’t fucking care. I eat her out like a starving man until her legs are quaking. I’m holding her up higher on the settee so she doesn’t fall, when she cries out, and I feel her greedy pussy pulsing and grabbing my tongue for more.
“So fucking beautiful,” I snarl at her, “so fucking mine. Mine, Evie. No one else.”
She can’t speak. She looks dazed, her make-up a mess, but it suits her. She looks otherworldly tonight.
I put her dress down and spin her around to face me, holding her gently by the throat. “My delicious bride.” I kiss her so she can taste herself on me before I pull away. “Wait for me. I’ll clean up and we can go back. I want you to be able to feel me at all times. If it wears off, I’ll do it again. And again.” She just nods at me, and slumps against the settee.
I dash into the small toilet that’s hidden in here and clean my face with a washcloth. I would love to keep her scent on me, but I don’t want anyone else to have it. I’m a greedy fucking bastard.
She looks a bit more with it when I join her again, and points to me, my cock clearly hard and pressing up against my trouser zipper.
“Don’t worry, Evie, plenty of opportunities for you tonight.” Slipping into my fake count accent, I croon in her ear, “Come my love, your banquet avaits.”
Chapter
Thirty-Three
Evie
