Page 69 of In Love and Revenge

I run it up her inner thigh with painstaking slowness until I reach the edge of white lace. Aurora sucks in a sharp breath as I trace the tip over the patch of fabric that’s darkened in colour from her wetness. I roll my wrist, teasing her clit beneath the damp fabric.

‘S-stop,’ she whispers.

I drag the pen lower until it meets the dip of her entrance. The fabric is even darker.Soaked.

‘You want me to stop?’ I halt, but keep my pen pressed against her, watching the way her pussy lips fit snuggly around it like they’re trying to suck it inside.

It could be my tongue in its place.My cock.

‘I don’t ... I don’t know,’ she whimpers, screwing her eyes closed and shutting me out.

I reach down and give my dick a squeeze, before pressing a little harder with my pen. The fabric only allows me so far, so I move it back to her clit instead, stroking in deliberate circles.

Never in my life did I think when I woke up this morning that I’d have Aurora Thorne spread out on my desk, her pink, manicured nails gripping the edge of it as I played with her cunt with my pen.

Her scent intensifies and my mouth waters. What I’d give for one taste. One touch. And to hear her moan as I push inside her for the first time and make her stretch around my cock.

I stroke faster, mesmerised by the way the hints of pussy lips I can see either side of the white lace are flushed with blood as I push her closer to the edge.

‘How about you stop overthinking, and let me make you come?’ I growl.

‘Oh my God,’ she gasps, so quietly, like she doesn’t want me to hear. Like she’s saying it to herself. Trying to reason with herself. Asking herself why she’s enjoying the man she thinks is an arsehole rubbing her needy little clit through her soaked panties.

‘I know you don’t like me, Aurora,’ I say, rubbing more determinedly with my pen. ‘And despite what you think you know about me, I don’t care much for you, either. But it would make the sex between us even better, don’t you think? I know your ex never made you come.’

‘What?’ She jerks up, her eyes flying open like she’s realised where she is andwhoshe’s with.

I lean back in my chair and bring my pen to my mouth. Holding her eyes, I dart my tongue out and flick it over the end.

‘Your cunt tastes like it agrees with me.’

She lets out a tiny whine as I push the pen past my lips and suck it with a rich groan. Her eyes drop to my tented trousers, my erection providing an impressive bulge in them.

She frowns. ‘I ... How do you know that about Charlie?’

Just his name makes my blood boil.

I stand and step closer. She parts her thighs around my legs instinctively, letting me in, but her frown deepens like she’s fighting an internal battle.

‘It was obvious that night at dinner when I saw you with him.’

‘You’re wrong,’ she argues, the lustful haze clearing in her eyes a little to make way for disgust. ‘You know nothing about me. You think you do, but you don’t.’

‘Beauty,’ I rasp, reaching up to take her chin between my thumb and forefinger. She doesn’t fight me. She stares back, her breath hitching like she can’t help herself. ‘Such a lovely little sleeping princess. Oblivious to the real villains. Or perhaps not. Perhaps you know where it is, hm?’ I allow my question to burn into her through my gaze.

My two hundred and forty million.

‘What are you talking about?’

I shake my head. ‘Now that’s convincing. You’re getting better.’

I tilt her chin up, bringing my mouth to within an inch of hers. She looks into my eyes, her lips parting.

‘Do you want me to kiss you?’

‘Never,’ she hisses.

We’re so close that as her breath fans over my lips I can taste a hint of sweetness radiating from her lipstick.