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I toss my thong to the floor and leave my heels on, turning to face him. His eyes burn a slow path down my naked body, the vein in his neck pulsing with the betrayal of his need. I move toward him slowly, and he eyes me with suspicion as I unbutton his suit jacket and slide my palms inside over his chest.
“Haven’t you heard?” I tip my chin up to peer into his eyes. “I’m in want of a husband.”
He stiffens, but I don’t acknowledge it as I push his coat back over his broad shoulders and divest him of it entirely.
“I figure there really shouldn’t be any wasted opportunities,” I add, my fingers moving over the buttons of his vest, slipping them through the holes. “I’m not getting any younger, and the longer this ruse goes on, the more people will start to question it.”
“You mean the way they question it when you willingly tell them it’s official.” He arches a dark brow at me.
“That was just to goad Vivien.” I shrug. “She can’t stand the idea of it.”
“Yes, and she likes to gossip.” He studies me sharply as I help him from his vest and move onto his button-down shirt.
“Don’t worry.” I stare straight at his chest, proud of how empty my voice is as I give him my assurances. “It’s always the woman’s reputation that falls into question. Yours will go unscathed, as a Sovereign Son.”
“Mercedes.” His voice is quieted as he tries to still my hand, but I shove his away and keep working to undress him.
“In all honesty, though, I really don’t think it will matter too much. As you saw tonight, Clifton Phillips had no issue with my reputation as he took me for a spin around the dance floor. I think he could be husband material. He’s a little arrogant, but I suppose everyone has their faults.”
“Are we back to this again?” Judge sighs, but it quickly turns to frustration when I look up at him deadpan.
“I’m not joking,” I tell him. “I know the whole purpose of me coming here to stay with you was to reform me, but let’s not kid ourselves. I am who I am. They may have broken the mold with me when it came to creating a perfect Society wife, but it doesn’t negate the fact I still need to wed. I have a legacy to carry on. A duty to the De La Rosa name.”
Irritation pinches his features, and I almost wish I could believe it means something. But I’m not falling into that honey pot again.
“Let’s not make this complicated.” I toss his shirt aside and reach for the zipper of his trousers. “It’s time for me to grow the fuck up, right? And don’t get me wrong, I enjoy this. I really, really enjoy this. But at some point, preferably soon, I’ll find someone else to take over the responsibility of my care and free you from the burden you’ve shouldered for far too long already.”
He reaches for my wrist, squeezing it in his palm before I can yank down his briefs. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What do you mean?” I stare at him, blank.
“This.” He gestures back at me. “It’s like you’ve been reprogrammed. You’re acting as dead inside as your friends tonight.”
“It’s the bane of being a Society princess.” I lift my shoulder daintily, but he doesn’t seem amused.
We stare at each other in tense silence, unspoken truths blooming in the space between us. I could pretend to guess what his might be, but I won’t. If he wanted to say them, he would.
“I don’t like you like this,” he says finally, his tone too acidic to be mistaken for anything else.
“I’m sorry. Was that too much honesty for you?”
When he doesn’t reply, I slide my free hand down between my thighs, toying with myself while he watches.
“I didn’t intend for this to turn into a therapy session. In fact, that’s the last thing I want. So are you going to participate, or are you going to watch? Either way, I’m getting off tonight.”
He releases my hand and grabs me by the face, his thumb dragging over my lips. His eyes are half reverence, half regret. But we aren’t going back to that place. I prove it when I stop playing with myself and thread my fingers through the belt loops of his trousers, tugging him forward.
He doesn’t fight me as I pull him to the chair and shove him down into it roughly, only to climb atop him and straddle him. His eyes are liquid fire when I reach between us, and this time, there are no protests from his lips when I drag his cock free from his trousers.
My stomach clenches as I stroke him in my palm, our eyes locked, our breaths mingling. I want to know what he’s thinking, but I don’t dare ask. Instead, I lean my body into his, capturing his lips with mine as I feed his cock into me slowly. So slowly, it’s impossible to miss the catch in his breath when I drag my fingers through his hair and tilt his head back, biting my way down his jaw and neck.
Judge groans, and I do it again because I want to play that sound on repeat. His palms come to rest on my ass, squeezing me as I start to rock against him. When I leave a bite mark on his neck, branding him in the only way I can, he snaps his gaze back to mine. His nostrils flare, and he yanks me down against him hard, forcing me to bear the full brutality of his cock. And I know he’s let me have my fun when his palm slaps my ass, reverberating with a sharp crack.
“This isn’t a game, little monster.” He wraps a handful of hair into his fist, keeping my gaze pinned to his as he fucks me from below.
“No?” I whisper. “Then what is it?”
In answer, he fucks me harder. Faster. Smacking my ass and grunting out the frustrations he refuses to give voice to. He has no fucking reason to be pissed off, yet that’s exactly what he is.
