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Not a feather ruffled.
The waiters disappeared as well and we were alone in the middle of the dark restaurant.
Oh fuck, I’d forgotten he was the Welsh King.
Merrick was gone and in his place was a powerful man with a face of stone and a stare that could burn down the world.
My core pulsed rhythmically and my heart pounded. Was it possible to be scared and aroused at the same time? Apparently it was. I wrapped my arm around my body, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from him like this.
Sitting there like he owned the world.
Like he owned me.
“Come here,” he said.
My body tingled as I rose and went to him, my fists clenched. He looked me up and down.
“Take your heels off and kneel,” he said coolly.
This was a side to him I’d never seen before. And it was mesmerizing.
I took my shoes off and sank down, sitting back on my heels. He shifted his chair to face me and set his whiskey down. His two fingers dipped in and lifted my soaked thong.
“Open your mouth.”
I hesitated, but the look in his eyes made me obey. He took the panties in his fist and brought them dripping to my lips. His fingers clenched and whiskey streamed onto my tongue.
Scorching down my throat. I coughed.
“Swallow,” he said. “You made a mess, you clean it up.”
I obeyed. Caught under his spell.
“Take your dress off.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
MERRICK
What the fuck was I doing?
Her eyes were so dark and big as her fingers struggled to get her zipper down. It peeled away, revealing her breathtaking body underneath.
She didn’t have a bra on under that tiny dress. Her nipples were hard. I slid my eyes over them, down the gold ring on her navel, to her sex tucked between her thighs. There was a faint glitter of arousal at the crease of her pussy.
“You need fucked, but I said I wouldn’t fuck you,” I said evenly. “Come here and sit in my lap. Touch yourself until you finish on me.”
Her pupils dilated and she moved toward me like she was in a trance. I kept my eyes on her face as she straddled me, filling my lap and wrapping her legs around my waist.
Our eyes met, the space between us tense.
“Put your hand between your thighs,” I whispered.
She obeyed and her head fell back. A heavy sigh released from her lips and her spine arced.
“Does it feel good for you?” I breathed.
“Yes,” she moaned.
