Page 95 of Queen Of Dark Money

She’dbe no different.Andinstead of letting her swallow me down,I’dpaint her face, shaming her like the slut she was,making her feel just as degraded as she’d made me feel all those years ago.

She’dbeg me to show her just where her place was.

Socialiteor not.

Itdidn’t matter to me that she wasn’t reallySinclair’sprized daughter.Thesentiment was there.Hehad sired her, and now,I’ddefile the thing that mattered most to him–his image.

I’dlet the world know his second daughter, the secret girl he’d tried to off, spread her whore legs for me every night.Thatshe laid down with criminals and thieves, eager to let them use her body however they wanted.

Allfor a little revenge.

TheKingshad been putting pressure on us all day to have her make a public appearance, and now that he’d tried to kill her yet again, it was even more imperative that the world find out about her.Onceher existence was out, he’d have to abandon his attempted murders or face scrutiny.

Itasted the metallic tang of blood on my tongue and realized with a start that my knife had nicked the inside of her thigh.Irelinquished my focus on her pussy and licked the wound, relishing the taste of her lifeblood on my tongue.

“Fuck, you taste good,”Irasped out, face buried between her thighs, swirling my tongue around her clit asIsmiled.

“Ibet you can’t make me come with just your tongue before we get to the roof.”Herface was all seriousness, little panting gasps between her words belying her arousal.

Ismiled against her cunt and chuckled. “I’lltake that bet.”

AndIset to fucking work.Myfingers dug into her thighs as she squirmed against my face, my tongue diving in and out of her pussy as far as it would go, dragging against her inner walls, swirling around her clit when it wasn’t buried inside her.Iwanted her to feel me everywhere, wanted to ratchet up her need until it was killing her to hold back.

Becauseshe would hold back.She’dtry to keep in her release to win this game so she could one-up me.

ButIhad a secret she didn’t know about.Ilearned a little technique from a group of traveling tourist girls in theAlpswhenIvacationed there after college.Witha groan at the way she clenched her thighs around my head,Islipped my lips over her clit and sucked, gently at first, harder asIwent along, flicking my tongue over it whenIchanged up the pressure.

Herback bent, eyes rolled into the back of her head, she keened to the ceiling, humping my face with abandon as she edged ever closer to an orgasm.

“Fuck, where’d you learn that?” she breathed, one of her hands falling from the grating to tangle in my hair.

“Let’sjust say there’s not a lot to do in theAlpsafter dark.Andgetting stuck in a lodge with a women’s cross-country skiing team has its benefits.”

Ididn’t miss the little grip of her fingers in my hair tightening, almost possessively, at the mention of other women.Thethrill that ran through me was purely primal male reaction.

“Maybesomeday you’ll get the chance to thank them.”

Ifshe gripped my hair any tighter, she’d pull it out of my skull.Witha groan,Idoubled down, working her over again and again, mentally counting the dings of each floor that went by.

Wehad ten left to go.

Betterhurry, then.

Mytongue speared her, andIrubbed my nose against her clit asIsucked and fucked, and just as the last floor dinged by, she rewarded me with a panted-outfuck, yesss,and came all over my face.

Itwas messy.Itwas hot.AndIrealized with a little flicker of jealousy, that the man standing at the open elevator doors had seen her face as she came all over my tongue.

Fueledby a rageIhadn’t knownIpossessed,Ilowered her from the ceiling, shuffled her out of the car, and shoved him inside, ramming him against the wall with a vicious snarl.

Thepoor man looked confused, regretful, and scared, andIate that shit up, her juices still dripping from my chin.

“Youdidn’t see anything, you got that, buddy?”Henodded his agreement, andIpressed my forearm against his windpipe, cutting off his oxygen just enough to make it really sink in. “Ifyou ever so much as look in her direction again,I’llcut your eyes out.Comprende?”

“I-I-Iunderstand, y-yes,” he whimpered, sinking to the floor asIreleased him and stepped back out of the car.Iwaved to him as the doors closed, and he disappeared from sight.

Hewouldn’t say a thing.Whowould believe him, anyhow?

Ihad barely turned around when my face met with a regrettable accident–in the form of a balled-up fist flying at it fast enough to cause damage.

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