Page 29 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

I should push him away. Instead, I ask, “What are you doing?”

He leans in, brushing his lips against my ear. “You disobeyed me, didn’t you?”

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” I lie, trying to shove him away, but he’s like a walking, talking brick wall and there’s no moving him.

“You made yourself come thinking about me,” he continues, his voice rough. “You made yourself come thinking about how good it would feel when I fucked you,” he adds, his lips dropping to that tender spot just below my ear. “Didn’t you, Edie?”

My breath hitches, and I struggle not to moan at the sensual way he’s dragging his lips over my pulse. “I did no such thing. What do you take me for? My niece was still with me.”

“After she left.”

“So not only have you been spying on my best friend, now you’ve been spying on me,” I accuse, bristling. “I could have you arrested for stalking.”

He chuckles. “I didn’t need to spy on you, you just admitted it yourself.”

If I had the presence of mind, I’d slip out the other side of the booth and get the hell away from his wicked mouth and tongue. As it is I can barely breathe, let alone form a coherent sentence. Actually, who am I trying to kid? I want this. I’ve wanted his mouth on me since the moment he left last night.

“I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me,” he continues, his fingers brushing over my damp knickers, and god help me, my legs widen just enough to give him access.

“And you call this punishment?” I whisper, trying my damndest not to moan.

“Hmm. You’re so fucking wet, Edie. Is this all for me?” he replies, slipping his hand into my knickers and gently swirling his finger over my clit.

“Logan is rather hot too,” I bite out.

“You’re going to regret saying that,” he rumbles, expertly rubbing my clit as his mouth clamps down on my neck and he sucks. Hard.

It’s all I can do not to scream with lust. Instead, I grit my teeth, and rock my hips against his hand, chasing the orgasm already building inside of me as he caresses me like a damn pro. I should be more aware of my surroundings, but this booth is relatively private and, honestly, I’m too turned on to care who might see us.

Releasing my neck, he swipes his tongue over the tender spot, and I can’t help but imagine how it would feel to have his mouth on my clit doing the exact same thing. Despite desperately trying not to make a sound, a tiny whimper releases from my lips as he draws out a clit orgasm.

“Fuck, tell me you want me.”

“I want to come,” I bite out. “So, stop talking and put your mouth back on my neck.”

And just like that, he does exactly what I ask. Moments later, his magic fingers and wicked mouth have me on the precipice of an orgasm that I know will have me screaming his name. If it was Christmas time, it’d be a miracle.

“Dorian,” I pant, chest heaving, body tingling, mind reeling. “I’m going to…”

But right at the moment I’m about to come, he withdraws his hand and puts way too much space between us. I gasp, my whole body shuddering with grief as my orgasm slips away, and I’m left choking on the disappointment.

“I warned you, Edie. Punishment can come in many forms. This is one of them.”

“You bastard,” I hiss, pressing my thighs together in an attempt to chase the pleasure, but it’s no use, it’s already out of reach. All I’m left with is a dull ache inside my core that echoes the one inside my chest, and I almost sob with frustration, but I catch myself before I can. I refuse to let him see how much he’s affecting me. More than that, I refuse to let him see how much this hurts.

“There’s no need for name calling,” he replies, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking off my pleasure, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Delicious.”

“You’d better enjoy that because you’re never going to taste me again,” I snap, pissed off beyond measure. He opens his mouth to speak, but I throw up my hand. “And that is not a challenge, that is a fact.”

“We both know that’s a lie,” he replies, tipping his head to the side as he trails his gaze over me in that slow, deliberate way of his.

A storm of complicated emotions rush through me, but instead of giving him the satisfaction of knowing he’s got to me, I grab my handbag and slide out of the booth.

“Well, tonight was just delightful, but I need to rescue my friend from your henchman before she gets herself into even more trouble.” With that, I turn my back on Dorian and stride across the restaurant, heading towards the door both Logan and Henrietta disappeared through a few minutes ago.

When I step into the hallway beyond, I find Henrietta crowded against the wall by Logan. I’m not sure whether he’s about to kiss her or strangle her. Either way, she looks delighted.

“I think that’s just about enough of that,” I say, striding over to them both and snagging Henrietta’s arm, tugging her away from him.