He’s silent for a while as he ices both my wrists, and when the pack starts melting on my lap, he grunts and throws it into the nearest bin. “I wish I could bring him to life, just so I could kill him again.”
“Would it make you feel better? If you could do that, I mean.”
“Fuck yeah,” he answers instantly. “I’d spend more time showing him how big of a mistake he made by touching andhurtingyou.” He holds my wrists in each hand, then places feather-soft kisses over my pulse points. “Where else did he touch you?”
“Dor, it’s–”
“Where else did he fucking touch you, Cigs?” he asks again, more firmly this time.
I swallow when I see a depthless darkness in his expression. “My waist.” I sigh. “And my stomach.”
Dorran’s jaw hardens. He holds my waist and moves closer to me. “I should have cut off his hands before slitting his throat,” he sneers. “Would have served him right.”
“Can we please not talk about him anymore tonight?” I urge. “As much as I hate him for his disgusting behavior, I really wanna forget about him, Dor – at least for now. Can wepleasedo that?”
He looks utterly guilty as he pulls me to him. “I’m so sorry,” he says. “I’ll keep my thoughts to myself, I promise.”
“That’s not what I’m asking for.” I cup his face. “I know I’ll have days when I’ll want to talk to you about this; days where I’ll need to hear everything you wanna tell me right now. But tonight is not the time for it, and I’m only asking that you bear with me. This…incident is yet another scar I’ll have to live with, but in this very moment, I don’t wanna feel it. I only wanna feelyou.” I touch my nose to his. “Kiss me, Dorran,” I whisper. “Fucking kiss me so hard that I forget the last hour even happened.”
His lips crash against mine the next second, and I know the kitchen staff is watching us, but damn if I give a shit about them. For me, all that matters is this kiss, and how good it feels to have Dorran’s body pressed against mine.
I fist his hair as he runs his tongue over the roof of my mouth, then moan when he kisses me deeper.
I hear something metallic fall to the floor, followed by the sound of someone mumbling colorful curses. There’s more clatter of utensils, and hushed conversations, presumably themed around Dorran and me, but I don’t care enough to listen to them.
Dorran breaks the kiss and moves his full lips to my jaw, then trails them down to the side of my neck. He bites my burning skin, making me smile, then sucks on it. “I love you,” he breathes. “So fucking much.”
“And I you,” I rasp, then take one of his hands before guiding it between my legs. “Touch me.”
He jerks his head back at my request, then looks at me with surprise. “Here?” He glances around. “Where everyone can see you?”
“But that’s the beauty of it.” I tug at his collar. “They can look but they can’t touch. Onlyyouget to do that.”
“You’re mine,” he says darkly.
I grin, then press my teeth into his bottom lip. “Always.”
He chuckles. “Good.” With a defiant gleam in his eyes, he pushes my legs further apart and slides a hand under my dress. “How do you want it?” he asks.
I’m so out of breath already that it’s insane. There’s something about being absolutelywildwith an audience watching you that is making me all kinds of hot. It’s both empowering and thrilling; risky yet fulfilling.
“I want your fingers inside me,” I instruct, rocking my hips forward.
Dorran chuckles again. “I gotchu, Little Swan.” He moves my thong to the side and touches my aching clit, then drags his fingers over my wetness before pushing two of them into me.
I gasp, then moan out loud as he stretches me. I brace myself on the edge of the counter space as Dorran starts finger-fucking me at a rough pace, all the while pressing open-mouthed kisses on my neck and collarbones.
“So wet,” he tells me. “I wish I could eat you out right now. You’redripping, Cigs, and it’s making me go crazy.”
“I mean, you can get on your knees and put that tongue of yours to use.”
“And give them a view of what’s meant only for me?” He aligns his face against mine. “Hellno.”
I laugh, then suck in a breath when he presses the heel of his palm over my throbbing clit. His fingers continue moving inside me, and I clench around them when a slight shudder runs through me.
“You’re too good at this,” I hiss.
Dorran smirks. “Oh, I know.”
