Page 31 of Prince of Wrath

“Tell her to leave before I make you come while she watches.” I inched my fingers deeper.

Sloane’s fingernails sank into my arm, but I didn’t move.

“No,” Sloane squeaked to her friend. “I’m ready. I’m right behind you, Maxie.” Then she lowered her voice for only me. “I promise, if you stop right now and don’t make a scene in front of one of the only true friends I have, we’ll talk later.”

The pressure from the heel of my palm made her clit pulse.

I lowered my lips to the shell of her ear and felt the shiver of her body against mine. “I don’t want to talk. I want to hear your greedy moans while you ride my face.”

Thrust.

“Talking won’t satisfy the hunger I have for just.” Thrust. “One.” Thrust. “Taste.”

“Seere, please. Oh fuck, you’re going to make me⁠—”

I ripped my hand away from her throat and covered her mouth. “That’s right, spitfire. Come for me. Only me.”

My cock strained in my slacks, and I had half a mind to take Sloane through the void and fuck her properly. But her knees buckled, and the noise from the ballroom around us came rushing back. I withdrew my fingers and pulled her dress back down.

A quick glance behind me confirmed that Maxine hadn’t witnessed Sloane coming apart for me, and neither had anyone else.

I looked back at Sloane and found her heavy gaze locked on mine. I brought my dripping fingers up to my lips and sucked them clean while she watched.

“Fucking delicious.” I stuck my tongue out and teased the seam of her lips.

Sloane’s eyes closed. Her mouth opened to let me in. My cock throbbed as she sucked her essence off my taste buds. I groaned and rolled my hips on her belly.

When she looked at me like that, I was helpless. She could command me to burn this plane to the ground and I would burst into flame. I would bring her the wings of every single angel that still resided in Heaven. Anything she wished for I would give her—except for the one thing she insisted she wanted.

“You have to let go of me.” She’d caught her breath.

“I don’t. But I will.”

I pulled away gently, allowing her to regain her balance before I straightened my jacket and turned toward the crowd while she regained her composure.

Maxine was on the stage, reading the list of Sloane’s honors and achievements. The crowd clapped during each deliberate pause.

“Congratulations on the award, you earned it,” I said over my shoulder. “We’ll have a real celebration later.”

Sloane didn’t say a word as she walked past me and into the light. I watched her make her way to the stage but stepped through the void and into The Red Room before her name was announced.

* * *

My cock was rock hard and my balls were painful when I stepped out of the void and into my office. I’d wanted to show Sloane that I could be there for her when she needed support, but my lust got the better of me. How could it not when she eye-fucked me subconsciously every time we were in the same room.

I pulled at my belt that was cutting into my hips and fell back into the chair behind my desk. Dancing was in full swing, and the music from Semper and Clementine’s set on the main stage was pounding against the tinted window.

Their legs were up in the air as their torsos swung around their poles in a display of athletic prowess. Rows of women and a smattering of men hollered from their seats and threw cash onto the stage. One of the other dancers was prowling around the crowd, collecting bills in her G-string. When her face turned up, I realized it was Lexx. I didn’t usually keep close tabs on everyone’s schedules, but since I’d seen her earlier in the day, I didn’t expect her to still be here.

She made a beeline for my office, and I straightened when she walked in, closed the door, then sat at the edge of my desk.

“What’s up, Lexx?” I said, clasping my hands in my lap.

“You looked lonely.” Her breathy voice sounded childlike. “Thought you’d like some company.”

Her ass scooted across the dark wood until she was almost in my lap. She lifted her leg and swung it over my head, straddling the space I’d put between us by leaning back.

“Or maybe you’re bored and just want a good show?” She arched her back and smoothed two fingers between her breasts, over her stomach, and down to her crotch.