Page 124 of The Royal Art of Revenge

I’m not sure who’s in control anymore. I don’t know if I still have the upper hand or if Finn is completely in charge as he relentlessly fucks my mouth. All I know is that he’s watching me, his hot gaze never leaving my face.

He clenches his jaw. “Hattie, stop, I’m—”

He tries to pull my head back, but I squeeze my hand around his cock and suck harder.

I want all of him. Every drop. Every last bit of his cum.

I want to taste him the way he’s tasted me so many times.

“Fuck!” His cock pulses hotly, and a deep, vibrating groan reverberates through the air. His cum shoots out, coating my tongue in hot ropes that just keep coming. I work him with my hand, drawing everything out of him until he has nothing left to give, and...

I swallow.

I sputter at the salty taste of it, pulling back and letting his cock fall free from my mouth.

“Did you...” He trails off, staring down at me with wide eyes.

I wipe my mouth and look away. “It was an instinct.”

“Fuck. Hattie, fuck. Come here.” He grabs my arms and pulls me up onto his lap. “That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, wrapping one of his arms around my waist. “Tell me, did you enjoy that?”

I bite my lower lip, hesitating for a second as if admitting that I did is something unspeakably dirty, then nod.

Because I did.

I more than enjoyed it.

I fucking loved having him at my mercy. Fucking loved the power it gave me to know I was in control of his entire body in those moments.

“Let me feel.” He slips his hand between us and under my dress.

I already know what he’s going to find. My pussy has been pulsing and clenching the entire time he was in my mouth, so there’s no doubt he’s going to feel just how wet I am within a heartbeat.

“Well, shit,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers across the wet fabric of my underwear. “You’re soaked.”

“I—”

“Seems like I need to do something about that.”

I swallow. “I was just...”

He kisses me when I’m mid-word, and he slides his tongue between my lips to meet mine. I squeal. He’s going to taste himself on me because I can still taste him, and—

He groans. “I taste so good on your tongue.”

Holy.

Shit.

Who is this Finn, and what is he doing to me?

“My turn,” he whispers against my lips. He slips his fingers beneath my underwear and easily slides two into my wet pussy. “Apology noted. But you didn’t think I’d let you get away with lying to me, did you?”

“Ah.” I clench around his curling fingers. “I’m sorry.”

“Not sorry enough.” He kisses my neck. “Now, it’s time for your punishment.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN – HATTIE