Page 67 of The Way You Hurt Me

"Does it have to be in six weeks, though? What's the rush, did you knock my baby sister up?"

"Your sister is twenty, hardly a baby. And it has to be in six weeks, because I want her to wear my ring and my name now. It would have been sooner if your grandmother-in-law hadn't demanded the delay."

"There's no controlling Valentina."

I sigh in agreement.

"I'm happy for you. Both of you. I had Willow on the phone, and I've never heard her this happy…well, ever, to be honest."

"That's all the daddy issues. You Brown sisters like to be the center of attention."

She doesn't deny it. "That, and well, you were practically raised by a Hunt. I don't doubt you know how to take care of your woman."

I smile, finding my hand reaching for the puppy who climbed on my shoulder like he has every right to my space.

Little monster.

"Speaking of, I'm calling to run something by you. I'm fairly certain it needs to be done, but I wouldn't proceed without your permission."

"Really? You didn't even ask for my permission to marry my sister."

"You're not her father," I chide, rolling my eyes. "Well, not biologically, at any rate. This is another matter. I need to borrow something from you, if you don't mind."

I tell her my idea. And because it's Morgan, she says yes.

Willow

I can't denyI'm stressing out a little. It's not our first time at the Heritage, but it's the first time I'm playing. I'm wearing the inverted pineapple anklet, and I feel eyes trailing it from the moment we walk in. No one misses it.

I didn't need to be initiated; not when I'm engaged to Dimitri Volkov. All doors that were previously not only inaccessible but invisible, nonexistent to me and to the common world, are now wide open because of the man standing next to me.

Last weekend, Dimitri took me from behind in a room with a glass door where everyone could look in, but today, he slides his hand between my legs right here in the VIP area of the bar, never stopping his chat with his friend, Caleb.

I gasp, stopping midway through what I was about to tell Cain,Vicky,Nadia, and Jace, as his finger hits my clit.

Nadia giggles, not missing it.

"I wassaying," I press on, glaring at Dimitri, "that working with this ass is actually fun. Gaming app programming demands a lot more creativity than the kind of stuff I was doing before. It's far less…"

I inhale sharply. He's pinched me, the dick.

"Far less what, my petal?" Dimitri and Caleb both grin unrepentantly. "We're all oh so fascinated."

"Never mind. You're the worst. I…hate…" He lifts me up and pulls me onto his lap, my butt resting right over his hard length. "Working with you."

"Mmhmm," Dimitri agrees, spreading my knees apart, then lifting my legs, to give the table a view of my panties.

If they can be called that, really. Given the wide opening right in the middle, the crotchless bit of satin and lace isn’t exactly doing the job of a pair of panties.

My cheeks flush as he inserts a finger inside me.

"See how fucking wet she gets?" Dimitri says casually.

Caleb whistles. "Damn. The fabric is drenched."

"You should feel it. Go on."

It's not my first time with someone else. Dimitri suggested my guard Andrei first, as I feel so safe with him, and then we played with Charles, too. Just a week ago, one of my old friends Judith slept over, and we had the best time sharing Dimitri's cock. Plus, the things that girl can do to a clit with her tongue are seriously out of this world. I should ask for pointers. But Caleb is practically a stranger. I've only seen him at his Christmas party three months ago, and briefly. And right now, his finger's sliding inside my cunt, right next to my fiancé’s.

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