Page 125 of The Royal Art of Revenge

Punishment?

What is he talking about? This doesn’t feel like a punishment. This feels like a reward for apologising, to be honest.

“Some punishment.” I gasp as his fingers hit the good spot inside me.

Finn laughs against my neck. His arm is still wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me firmly in place against him. He pumps his fingers inside me, and the heel of his hand rubs my clit with every movement.

Oh, God.

He’s rougher than he’s ever been, and I can barely breathe. Pleasure floods my body in sharp, nerve-tingling waves. My hips move at his pace, bucking against his hand, and I gasp as the first tingles of an orgasm pulse through my veins.

He stops.

With his fingers inside me and the heel of his hand pressing my clitoris, he fucking stops.

“What are you—”

“Punishment,” he murmurs against my neck, kissing a hot path down from my ear to my shoulder. He swipes his tongue through the hollow of my collarbone, and I moan, closing my eyes.

“Please.” The word leaves me in a needy mewl that I don’t recognise, and I move my hips, determined to seek the release he’s denying me.

Instead of complying, he does the opposite. He slides his fingers out of my pussy and removes his hand from between us, still kissing my neck the entire time. Emptiness fills me at his absence. He’s holding onto me so tightly that I still can’t move, but all I can think about is the trembling of my lower body.

“Finn...”

He looks me in the eye and inserts his fingers into his mouth one by one, licking every bit of me from them. “Lean over the back of the sofa.”

His tone brokers no argument as he raises my shaky leg and slides to the side. He places my hands on the back of the couch, leaving me on my knees.

I look back over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”

He stands behind me and hauls my dress up around my waist. He pulls my underwear down, exposing my wet pussy in all its glory, and my chest heaves when he removes them and drops to his knees.

He palms my ass with his hands. “Tilt your hips up.”

I do as I’m told. I don’t think I can do anything else. Every part of me is tingling with desperation for the release he’s denied me, and I’ll do just about anything he says to get it.

“Good. Just like that.” He kisses the inside of my thigh. His breath is hot against my skin, and as it skims over my wetness, I shiver.

“Please, Finn.”

“Please, what?”

My skin vibrates with his words, and he licks me, just off to the side of where I really want his tongue. He’s not going to do anything until I say it, and I get it.

I understand.

This is the punishment for my secret.

“Please lick my pussy,” I whisper.

“Mm. Good girl.” He finally, finally, dips his tongue into my wetness, and I shudder, pushing my hips back into his face. “I’ll eat this sweet little cunt of yours, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you come.”

“I—ah!”

“But that doesn’t mean you aren’t in control.” His voice softens, the gentle edge I’ve come to love so much coming through to the surface. “If you have enough, you tell me to stop, and I’ll let you come.”

“Then, stop,” I breathe, laughing slightly.