“Don’t make a sound, Penelope.You wouldn’t want to alert Mummy to the fact there was something wrong, would you?”
Her eyes are hooded, drugged with the pleasure of me fucking her.I lean in and whisper as I curl my fingers to find that spot on her inner wall, my palm grinding against her clit.“You wouldn’t want to let Mummy find out what a slut her little princess is, being fucked in the middle of a nightclub, would you?”
“Oh gods,” she moans and rocks her hips against my fingers.Her legs quiver and she wobbles, but I hold her tight against my body.I’m not going to let her go until she comes on my fingers.
“Harder,” she breathes.
I go slower, dragging out the pleasure, letting my palm apply just the right amount of pressure to make her squeak.
I grin.
There is nothing more satisfying than controlling someone’s pleasure.
“Please, Dahlia.Fuck.Please…”
Just when I was having fun, too.I can never resist a woman begging me.I sigh and shunt my fingers inside her, hard this time.
She moans, her head falling back.“Oh gods,” she says as her walls tighten against my fingers.I pull out and shove my way back in hard and fast.Over and over.Her nipples rub against my chest, the buds tightening against the sheer fabric of her dress.What I would give to take one in my mouth and suck it until she screamed my name.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers so tight I can barely thrust them in and out to tip her over.“Relax, Princess,” I say, trying not to weave compulsion into my voice.
The hair on the back of my neck stands up again.I lose my focus, my eyes instantly scanning the room instead of fucking Penelope.
“Dahlia,” she whines, “What the fuck, I’m so?—”
“Quiet,” I snap and pull my fingers out.I scan and check the room.There’ are too many dark spots, too many corners covered and too many places someone could hide and only one fucking exit.
I’m done.
We’ve had enough fun in here.If Penelope were actually attacked and I didn’t stop it, I can’t imagine what would happen to Octavia’s peace talks.
“We need to go,” I say and use the hand I didn’t fuck her with to drag her to the side of the room and towards the door.
Queen Calandra appears, her face a mesh of confusion.“Where are you going?The night is young.”
“I am not comfortable keeping her here,” I say.
“Do you have any evidence of an intruder?”
“I do not.I have my gut and my vampire instincts, and they’re telling me it’s time to leave.”
She presses her lips together.“Most unconventional.But I suppose you are her bodyguard, and you are doing your duty to protect her.So be it.”
She holds out her hand for me to shake.My eyes widen.But she’s already moving closer to take my hand…
The hand that just fucked her daughter.
Mother of Blood.
As if in slow motion, Calandra slides her palm against my still sticky fingers and shakes my hand.I dare a glance at Penelope, who is now as crimson as Octavia’s eyes with her lips pressed so thin I think they’ve vanished.
“Good evening,” Calandra says and pulls her palm away, her brow crinkling ever so slightly as she looks at her hand.
Penelope drags me to the doorway.“I will never live that down,” she says.
“Lucky for you, she didn’t seem to notice.”I bring my hand up and lick the remains of her pussy off my fingers.Which, might I add, tastes fucking divine.I can’t wait to shove my face between those long legs of hers and feast all night.
Penelope turns a lovely shade of green as I laugh to myself, and we head for the exit.
