Page 43 of Emperor of Lust

I roll my eyes. “Well, I wasn’t. Are we done?”

His eyes glint as his smile turns cold. “Not quite.”

Without warning, Damian suddenly pulls up the front of my gown and slips his hand underneath. My eyes go wide and my breath catches sharply as I feel his hand against my bare sex.

“Are youinsane!?” I hiss, squirming to get away. But he holds me fast with his other hand as the first one…

Holy shit…

At first, I thought he was just trying to touch me. But then I feel something smooth and cool press against my slick opening, and my mouth falls open.

“Damian—”

My words choke, my body throbbing as I feel him push something egg-shaped inside me. It sinks in—wide at first and then narrowing as he lodges it inside of me against my g-spot.

“What the hell is—fuuuck…”

When the buzzing starts, my legs almost give out. I shudder, clinging to his shirt and jacket and sagging against him, my eyes rolling back.

Sweet fuckingfuck.

Damian’s fingers tease over my pussy lips, his thumb rolling over my clit as the little toy he’s just slipped into me begins to buzz and vibrate. My toes curl inside my shoes, my legs literallyshaking and my throat strangling my breath as my eyes squeeze shut.

“Oh my fucking God…”

“Nope, just batteries and me,” Damian murmurs. “But I could certainly get used to you calling me that.”

“Asshole,” I whimper, still clinging to him for dear life.

“Dirtygirl,” he mock-gasps against my ear. “Right here and now? Goodness. Well, if you insist…”

My eyes go wide as his hand slips deeper between my thighs, moving back until I feel the pad of his finger tease against my tight back hole.

“Damian!”

For one brief, horrifying second, I think I’m about to fucking come, right here on the front steps of Miyamoto’s mansion. Instantly, though, the buzzing clicks off. Damian’s hand slips from under my dress, smoothing it down before he pats my hip.

“Mustn’t be late, Kitsune.”

My pulse roars in my ears, my entire body shaking and on edge.

I almost came. I literally almostorgasmedright here.

“You bastard?—”

“Uh-uh, Kitsune,” Damian murmurs, capturing my hand as I try to reach under my dress to pull out the damn toy. “That stays right where it is.”

My eyes snap to his, horrified. “No?—”

“Yes,” he growls. He takes my hand in his, turning me on still wobbly legs and leading me to the front door. “Now, try to remember how much you fucking love me," he smirks as a pair of Miyamoto’s men approach to take us inside.

I bite back a retort, forcing to compose myself for the sake of our audience. The entire evening hinges on the illusion of a harmonious union between our families, sealed by our supposed engagement. I can’t look like IhateDamian right now. But I shouldn’t look like I was just two seconds away from an explosive orgasm, either.

As we walk toward the grand entrance, Damian leans in, his lips brushing lightly against my neck. “How does it feel?” he murmurs.

"You're enjoying thisfartoo much," I hiss through clenched teeth.

"Only because you make it so entertaining, Kitsune,” he replies softly, his breath warm on my skin.

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