Page 87 of Reckless King

I can’t help but smile. Not because I’m enjoying torturing her, but because the desperation shining in her eyes is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. There’s no way I won’t get addicted to it. Hell, I probably already am.

“As soon as I get you in the limo,” I murmur, pushing her hair behind her ear, “I’m going to tell Jeremy to put the privacy screen up, because no one but me gets to hear the noises my needy fiancée is going to make. Then I’m going to slide my hand up the slit in your dress that’s been tempting me all night. I’m going to feel just how wet your beautiful pussy is for me, and then you’re going to straddle me. You’re going to work that swollen little clit against me until you’re dripping all over my pants. You’re going to use my cock to come.”

Hell. Describing all the things I’m going to do to her—picturing it in my head—is affecting me too. I’m so hard I have to pull her closer and press into her to ease the ache in my dick.

“That’s just going to be a starter. When we get home, I’m going to make you come again and again until you’re exhausted. Until your body is shaking with sensory overload. That’s when I’ll bend you over, fuck my way into your tight, hot, wet little cunt, and make you give me one more orgasm.”

Violet is clutching at my shirt, her lips parted, chest heaving with each breath. Her pupils are vast pools of black. Fuck. If I were to slide my hand between her thighs right now, I can guarantee I’d find her drenched. She’s practically a puddle in my arms, and I fucking love it.

I brush a kiss to her soft mouth and will my body to relax. Then, keeping her in front of me to hide the evidence of just how turned on I am, I guide her off the dance floor and back to our table. The way she squeezes my hand tight sends a pulse of warmth through me. I think I love that almost as much as her desire. Maybe more. But now’s not the time to examine that emotion.

While we sit at the table and listen to the speeches and awards, I rest my arm on Violet’s chair and brush my fingers back and forth across her skin, ensuring she doesn’t forget for a second what I promised I’d do to her. Anticipation hums in my veins, but that will only make it all the sweeter when I finally sink into her.

As the conversation flows around me, I only offer brief comments when needed. But I’m attuned to Violet’s every shallow breath, her every subtle shift in response to my touch. Delilah engages her in conversation, and Violet does her best to chat and laugh while trying to suppress the shivers that rack through her at odd intervals.

Mom’s presence across the table from us, unfortunately, has the ability to dampen the mood. She’s spent much of the evening scrutinizing me, then Violet, with an odd intensity—a contrast toher usual cool disinterest. She knows this is an arrangement, but I have the strangest feeling she knows I’m not acting at all.

The way Delilah keeps sending me beaming smiles makes me think my future sister-in-law is also aware of my not-so-platonic feelings for my fiancée.

Before the final speaker puts his microphone down, I’m out of my chair, pulling Violet up with me. “Cole, Roman, I’ll see you at the office on Monday. Delilah, a pleasure, as always. Mom, it’s been… something.”

She dabs her lips with a napkin. “Tate, always with the humor. Violet, it was nice to see you again.”

“Thank you, Mrs. King. It was lovely to see you too.”

“Mm-hmm.” Mom drops the napkin.

As we turn, Violet cuts her eyes at me and gives me a fake grimace.

I can’t help but laugh. The good news is that my fiancée has no trouble handling her future mother-in-law.

Pressing a hand to her lower back, I brush my lips against her ear. “Jeremy’s bringing the car around now. Let’s go.”

We weave our way through the crowd, anticipation hastening our strides. I’m itching to slide the hand I have on Violet’s back lower, but I hold my position. For now. Waiting has its benefits, I’m all about delayed gratification, but I’ve about reached my limit. Outside the hotel, we pass the remaining die-hard photographers, who start snapping away as we head for the car.

Jeremy is waiting with the door open, and once Violet and I are settled, he rounds the hood and slides into the driver’s seat.

Smoothing a hand down the front of my jacket, I lean forward. “Please close the screen, Jeremy.”

When it’s closed and it’s just the two of us, I turn to face her. Those big fucking blue eyes of hers are fixed on me, and her pulse flutters wildly at the base of her throat. I’ve alreadytold her what’s coming, but she still hesitates when I say softly, “Come here, Violet.”

I wait, silent and unmoving, until finally, with a deep breath, she slides toward me.

“Do you want my words now,” she whispers.

“Not yet, butterfly. I’m not giving you my cock yet. But I do want your lips.”

I tangle my hands in her silky hair and capture her mouth with mine. It starts off slow, but I can only be patient for so long, and her taste is intoxicating. Our tongues twist together as I trace over her curves until I find the satin that covers her thighs, searching for the slit that’s been taunting me all night. When I find it, I trail my fingers across her exposed skin, then under the material until my knuckles brush over the thin strip of lace covering her. I was right; her panties are saturated. Slipping past the edge of them, I gather the liquid proof of her arousal and gently massage it into her clit. She inhales sharply, then moans into my mouth.

Fuck. My little butterfly is going to make such pretty noises tonight.

I can’t fight the smile that takes over as I pull back and take in her pink cheeks and swollen lips. “Remember what I told you was going to happen once we got in the limo?”

She blinks, then nods.

“Then get over here and rub that pretty pussy on my cock.”

With shaky hands, she shimmies her skirt up until the creamy skin of her upper thighs is exposed. Then, with one hand on my shoulder, she straddles me. She hovers just above my lap and pulls her lower lip between her teeth.

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