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His fingers slip inside me as he whispers in my ear. His words make my anger evaporate. Dirty girl. You’re so hot for me. Come on my fingers. You’re mine.
I shouldn’t want this, but I can’t deny it. I should push him away and tell him I deserve more, but I just crumple in his hands and give him the orgasm he asks for. I come on his fingers, clinging onto his shoulders and panting his name.
When it’s done, the Duke’s eyes are shining. He lets my dress fall back down and lays a soft kiss on my lips, groaning. The bulge in his pants presses against my thigh, but he makes no move to unbuckle his trousers.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Ada.”
“Could have fooled me,” I quip, but my voice is weak. Every time I’ve seen him, he’s made me feel like the most special woman in the world.
But when I say goodbye to him when this dinner is over, will he even try to talk to me again?
Heath lays a soft kiss on my lips, then jerks his head to the door. “They’ll be wondering where you are.”
“But not you?”
“I need a minute.” He nods to his crotch, and heat blooms across my cheeks. His hand drifts over my cheek. “I’ll see you at your concert, if not sooner.”
“You’re coming to watch me play?” My voice sounds small.
He nods. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He kisses me, then pulls back and jerks his chin to the door. “Go.”
I bite my lip, nodding, then slip out through the door.
The hallway is deserted, thankfully, and I make my way back to my seat in time for the third course.
Maggie leans over. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good,” I answer, giving her my first genuine smile of the evening.
My sister’s eyes widen. “Were you…?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Ada!”
“You sound like Mother.”
“Can you blame me?”
I giggle, forking the food on my plate and taking a bite without even knowing what I’m eating. It’s not until I glance up to see a dark look in Count Gregory’s eyes that my smile fades. I eat the rest of my meal in silence.
My eyes betray me though, drifting to the empty seat where the Duke of Blythe used to sit.
He doesn’t return.
16
Heath
A pair of beady black eyes see me slip out of the restroom, and a cold shot rushes down my spine. What else did those eyes see? Whoever it is disappears around a corner, and I glance down the hallway toward the dining room.
Letting out a sigh, I drop my chin to my chest.
I shouldn’t be here. Count Gregory sees my presence as an act of war. He must have heard rumblings about what I’m planning. How I want to expose what he did to my brother. How I’m planning to expose every bit of fraud and misplaced philanthropy.
Last time I saw her, I got a call from the King to deliver the evidence I’d gathered against Count Gregory. I had no choice—I had to leave. No one refuses the King.
Now I know the Crown is on my side. They have investigative powers I don’t possess, and I know his days are numbered.
