Page 165 of Ruthless Legacy

“Would you like to go a few rounds with me?”

Her gaze swings back to me. “We talking sexual or…”

I drag my hands up her thighs. “Which one will make you feel better?”

She widens her legs in invitation. “Orgasms with youalwaysmake me feel better. Five years from now, that will still be my go-to answer.”

I pop the button on her jeans. She lifts her hips so I can pull them down her legs. “Five years from now, you’ll be married off to someone league approved.”

She slips her panties off. “We’ve talked about this. I’m not getting married.”

I part her lips, staring at her pink slit. She’s already wet for me. My chair’s gonna smell like her by the time I’m done. “I’ve never heard of a legacy daughter not getting married.”

“I’m a Wren now. There are plenty of unmarried Wrens.”

I drag my tongue along her slit. “Those are men, Thea. Trust me, the part of you being a legacy daughter hasn’t changed just because you’re now a prospect. If anything, that’s just jumped you to the top of the list for people to claim you. I don’t know what I’ll do when you belong to someone else.”

“No. No marriage.” She huffs as I tease her clit with my tongue. “I belong to myself, and loan my pussy out when I’m feeling generous.” She says, dismissing my warning.

It may not be what she wants to hear, but it’s my job as her trainer, friend, lover, and mentor to make sure she’s prepared for what’s coming. I may have to withhold details until she asks, but that’s for her own safety.

She grips my hair, pulling me closer as she grinds against my face. “They can try to marry me off. I’ll fight that just like everything else. Eventually, they’ll realize I’m never gonna settle for the life they want.”

My licks are torturously light. Slow strokes, up, down and around, never lingering in one spot too long. Never adding any pressure.

She lets out an exasperated groan.

“What’s wrong?” I chuckle.

“You’re teasing me. That’s what’s wrong!”

“My mouth is usually enough for you.”

“When you use it.” She rocks her hips, but I pull away before her pussy makes contact with my face.

She glares at me. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll call someone else to come do it.”

I hoist her onto my desk and roll on a condom. “You asked for it.” I bottom out with one thrust. Her back arches off the desk.

“Is this what you wanted? A hard fast fuck?”

“Yes! Harder!” She mewls.

I do the opposite of what she’s requesting. I ease out, followed by five shallow strokes, then slam in, dragging my length along her walls on the downstroke. She claws at me. It won’t be long now.

“I’m such a lucky bastard, sweetness. You know why?” She shakes her head, no. “Because you take this cock so good.” My voice breaks off on a groan when her pussy squeezes around me.

“Wolfe?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve missed you.”

My hips falter, I lose my rhythm, and come to a complete stop. Her confession is open, raw, honest. For all the fucks she and I walk around not giving, I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear that our time apart has affected her too.

“I’ve missed you too, Thea. So goddamn much.” Things are chaotic. The council’s pulling her in deeper, but I’m determined not to lose her. Not to any of the assholes that I know are pining away for her, and not to the entitled pricks the council will try to marry her off to.

I resume my pace, giving her the hard fuck she craves. My desk slides across the floor with each punishing thrust. “You’re mine, sweetness. No matter what. You hear me?”

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