Page 123 of The Royal Art of Revenge

At least, I know where I want to go.

This is new. For us both. Another line we haven’t yet crossed, but one that I feel ready to. One that I want to.

I want to touch him.

I want to make him feel good, even if I don’t really know what I’m doing.

I make my way down his body, kissing and flicking my tongue against his taut stomach. His skin is hot beneath my touch, and the way he twitches beneath me between sharp little inhales tells me everything.

He likes it.

I trail my hand down from his neck, running my fingertips over his nipple. My fingers brush the very spots on his stomach I’ve just kissed, and it almost hollows as he inhales deeply.

I take my fingers to his belt and unbuckle it. My lips are hovering just above, painting tiny lines of kisses over towards his hip.

“Harriet...” His voice is tight, almost pained, but any resistance he might be trying to talk into me disappears the moment I undo his trousers and tug the front loose.

My gaze drops to the outline of his hard cock pushing against his underwear. My fingers brush its swollen tip as I hook them beneath the waistband and pull down the fabric, and his cock twitches as its freed from his clothes.

“Are you—”

I drop to my knees between his legs and wrap my hand around the base of his cock. His hips jerk into me, and a small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I peer up at him.

His cheeks are flushed in a way I’ve never seen before. His blue eyes have a hazy, desperate glaze over them, and his hands are flat on the sofa either side of him, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with them.

A tiny bead of cum shines from the head of his cock. I flick my tongue out and swipe it over it, tasting him for the first time. He twitches in my hand, and I do it again, making sure to look up at his face this time.

His eyes are squeezed tightly shut, and he’s gripping the nearest cushion like his life depends on it. I’ve never seen him like this before, and the sight of him enjoying such a slight touch makes my pussy ache.

Keeping my gaze fixed on him, I run my tongue around the head of his cock. He clenches his jaw, flexing his hips towards me, and I take my chance. I wet my lips and wrap them around him, pulling his tip into my mouth and sucking lightly.

“Fuck. Hattie—”

He stops when I pull back, but right before he can speak, I do it again, drawing him in a little further this time. I don’t know if I’m doing this right. I only have his reactions to go on, but if the way he’s looking down at me with a heated, hooded gaze I’ve never seen before is anything to go by, I’m doing something right.

I use my tongue as I bob my head up and down. I take his cock deeper into my mouth, little by little, making sure to lavish attention on the very tip whenever I come up.

“Hattie, you... Shit. I didn’t mean... Fuck. You don’t have to do this.”

I pull back and spit on the tip, then use my hand to spread my saliva the entirety of his length. “Finn?”

“What, baby?” he asks hoarsely, meeting my gaze.

“Shut up and accept your apology like a good boy.”

“Fuck.” His cock hardens in my grasp, and he groans, flexing his hips into my fist.

I lower my mouth to him once again. His gentle thrusts match my movements, and each one forces him a little deeper into my throat.

“Use your hand, too,” he murmurs, bringing his to the side of my face. He brushes his fingers through my hair and cups the back of my head, winding his fingers through my hair and almost knotting it.

I do as he says, moving my hand at the base of his cock while my mouth works the top. My lips brush against the side of my finger and thumb when they meet, and his thrusts get a little rougher, pushing me to my limits.

The head of his cock teases the back of my throat, bringing tears to my eyes.

“Fuck, Hattie. You’re taking it so well. That feels so good.” He tugs slightly on my hair, making me look at him. “You look so fucking sexy swallowing my cock like that.”

His words shoot right through me, tickling all the right spots. The little ache in my clit from earlier is now a full-blown arousal, and despite the discomfort in my throat, I keep going, keep taking him deeper.