Page 45 of Stolen Vows
“No?” I slide my hand forward, my throat thick with desire. My fingers skim her thong, though the fact I can’t feel her because of my gloves makes me irrationally irritated. Keeping my hand beneath her dress, I slowly work one off, then resume my exploration.
“Would you stop? I have no clue when they’re announcing the orchid, and I don’t want to miss it because you think you’re entitled to my body.”
“Everyone in this place thinks they’re entitled to your body. They’d pay millions of dollars just to see it up close.” My teeth graze the shell of her ear, and she shivers as my fingers dip beneath the elastic of her underwear and spread her soaked flesh. “The difference is, I’m the only one whoactuallyhas a claim here.”
“I’m not a piece of land. You can’t?—”
She’s fucking dripping, so my index finger slides right into her, stealing the rest of her sentence. Her muscles contract, warm and so goddamn wet that it takes me a moment to steady my own breathing.
“You talk too much. Try enjoying yourself for an evening, baby.”
A small, almost-inaudible gasp slips through her lips, and she frowns. “I cannot enjoy myself in your presence.”
“Mmm, that’s not how I remember it. In fact, I distinctly recall youenjoying yourselfall over my face. Right in the middle of my kitchen.” My finger pumps deeper, curling. “Perhaps you need a reminder? It has been quite some time.”
“Whose fault is that?” she says through gritted teeth, gripping the table and abandoning the placard with her guest number on it.
“Not mine, if that’s what you’re implying.” My movements in and out of her are agonizingly slow. Electric heat rushes through my veins, and I grunt in her ear as her hips seek friction, her cunt squeezing me so hard that my fingers start to go numb. “If it’d been solely up to me, I’d have tracked you down the second you asked Irene for help escaping, then tied you to my bed until you apologized for trying to rescind our deal.”
Even if it was my idea for you to leave in the first place.I regretted it the moment she walked out.
Someone next to us shoves their hand in the air, bidding on an auction item. Stella’s spine straightens as if she just remembered that we’re in public. Granted, I’m angled in a way that blocks her from onlookers at our sides, but there’s nothing stopping the crowd in front of us from twisting and getting an eyeful.
I watch her throat bob as she swallows, and then her cunt gets even tighter.
Smirking against her bare shoulder, I move my thumb up and strum at her clit. Stella jolts, apparently not expecting the contact, and her mouth falls open as she glares at the stage.
“You didn’t honestly think I’d be satisfied with last night, did you?” I ask, stroking her flesh languidly. My eyes are glued to her profile, tracking every twitch, every sharp inhale, every tiny noise she makes so I can get her pleasure exactly right.
Onstage, a diamond necklace goes for an amount I don’t care to pay attention to, and they sweep it away swiftly. From the corner of my eye, I see the illusion of bright, glowing petals, and every muscle in my body tenses.
With my free hand, I grip Stella’s chin and angle it toward me, capturing her mouth with mine. She jerks back, then seems to sink into the act, as if everything else melts away at the mere meeting of our lips.
Delight swirls in my stomach, a massive fireball of emotion I’m not used to. My fingers work harder, faster, attempting to wring the euphoria directly from Stella’s soul so maybe I can keep bits of it for myself.
She closes her eyes, slumping back against me. Even when she grips my wrist, it’s not to bat me away but to guide me better—to show mepreciselywhere she needs me. I add a third finger, swallowing down my own desire.
“Fuck me, you’re so goddamn tight. I actually don’t know if I’ll fit in you later.” My words are barely more than harsh whispers against her skin. “I’ll have to stretch you nice and wide so it doesn’t hurt too much.”
A soft moan drifts toward me. “Stoptalking.”
“But don’t you feel what it’s doing? You’re practically milking me, baby. You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”
If I stop talking, it’s possible she’ll be able to listen to the auction in real time. My hand leaves her face, slamming down on the table where hers was moments ago.
“Come,” I tell her in a rough, choked voice as my dick throbs and begs for release. I clench my teeth, balling my fist on the table in resistance. “While we’re surrounded by dozens of people who wouldn’t care if you lived or died, come on my fucking fingers. Like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do or give me and you can’t think of anything else. Come while these fuckers stand here, none the wiser.”
It takes a second, but she gasps a moment later, squeezing her eyes shut as my hand on the table lifts into the air. Her cunt grips me, sucking and soaking me where I’m lodged as deep as I can get three fingers. She spasms, her inner muscles throbbing, and drags my face to hers for a kiss while she crests that blissful wave.
There isn’t enough time for her to stop it all from happening.
The second she opens her eyes, those beautiful brown irises like molten lava with the aftershocks of her orgasm, Reaper’s voice calls out over the crowd. “Sold!TheOrchidée Sans Nomto guest number seventeen hundred.”
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The blood freezes in my veins when the auctioneer’s words reach my ears.
