Page 64 of Wicked Pursuit

He stood slowly, meeting my gaze with an expression that was equal parts smug and lustful. Then he slid his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean.

He had every right to be smug. The man was a god of sex. Not that I’d ever had sex, but if there was better than that, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to take it.

“What about you?” I asked in a husky voice I barely recognized.

He pushed me down to my knees. I’d never sucked a cock before, but that didn’t stop me from scrambling to unbuckle his pants.

He knocked my hands away. “Not yet, greedy girl. Turn around and show me how me how wet you are first.”

He leaned back against one of the stools, waiting for me to obey.

When he’d been in control, it had been easy to surrender to him and let it all happen, but this was harder. I bit my lip, hesitating.

“Typical spoiled brat,” he growled. “You promise to be obedient to get what you want, and then you immediately start to disobey.Show me.”

I gasped at the barked command even as I wanted to claw at him for calling me a spoiled brat. I gathered the voluminous layers of my skirt, trying to kneel and hold it all up, but he pushed me forward onto all fours.

“Let me help you,” he said, hiking the skirt up over my back to reveal my bare ass and pussy to him.

He teased a finger inside me. “I bet no one has ever made this pretty pussy come like that.” From the way he said it, he already knew the answer, and I hated him for being such a cocky bastard about it.

“No one has ever made me come, so it’s not exactly steep competition. Do you always fish for compliments?”

He ground his knuckles over my clit, and I moaned without meaning to, giving him yet another wordless compliment he obviously didn’t need. “Seems like your past sex partners weren’t trying very hard.” He rolled his thumb over my clit in torturous little circles as he thrust into me deeply this time. “I could make you come again in seconds.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to moan again. “I don’t have any past sex partners, jackass.”

Fuck, I was supposed to be nice to him, but I could barely remember why when he did that with his fingers. It felt so torturously good.

He went still, and I wanted to cry at the loss of sensation. “You’ve never…?”

I sighed at the disbelief in his tone. “No, I don’t normally run around acting like this. One more thing for you to be smug about, I suppose. Isn’t a virgin bride what men like you value? Should I make you wait until the wedding?”

I was half venting and half taunting, still wanting him to just snap and fuck me right there on the floor.

When he didn’t move, I turned around, but when I reached for him, his watch buzzed. He glanced at it. Then there was a brief second where he looked like he was considering something.

“I have to go,” he said definitively.

My stomach dropped. Now he didn’t want me?

I opened my mouth to question him, but he pressed his damp fingers against my lips. He lifted my chin, his eyes boring into mine. “Demand more for yourself, Juliet.”

What the fuck is going on?

“What…w-was this?” I stammered. Had he been testing me, and I failed? I was too easy? Not experienced enough?

He shrugged. “I told you there’d be a price for my help.”

It felt like the floor had opened under me and I was Alice tumbling into the void.

He strode from the room out of the back entrance without another word.

Angry, confused tears burned my eyes, but I swallowed them back, not willing to fall apart.

I’d barely stood and straightened my gown when the other door opened and my father walked in with a handsome dark-haired man who looked vaguely familiar.

“Kevin, this is my Juliet. Juliet, this is Kevin King.”

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