Page 20 of Wicked Pursuit

Tatiana is so soft against me, her hands sliding down to grip my ass, to lift me to give Zayne better access. But she hasn’t come yet, and I need that as much as I need to orgasm on Zayne’s fingers. More, more,more. I’m a glutton for the pleasure being dealt right now. I couldn’t stop even if Wolf were standing over us with a gun in his hand.

The image hits me so hard, it drives what little thought I have from my head. I don’t know what he looks like, but he’s depravity personified, someone who might as well be a shadow but is infinitely more dangerous. I want him here. I want to shove his face in the fact that I’m disobeying his order. For him to have seen me coming all over Tatiana’s face, see me on Zayne’s hand. I want him tochokeon the knowledge that they’re touching me when he’s not.

I snake my hand between our bodies to find Tatiana’s clit. I pause when I encounter a piercing, but there’s no time to try to get a good look. I circle her clit frantically. Zayne curls his fingers inside me. Oh fuck, I’m going to come again.

This time, Tatiana follows me. She sobs against my lips, her body shaking as we fuck her over the edge. Zayne’s strokes go wild and inconsistent, and he presses his free hand to the small of her back, holding her down as he finishes inside her.

He eases back first and carefully holds the condom in place. “I’ll be right back.”

Tatiana gives me a deep kiss before she sits up. She stares at my pussy, at where she marked me with her deep red lipstick. “A picture worth framing.”

I really am drunk on pleasure, because the next words out of my mouth are a gauntlet thrown at her feet. “So take it.”

She smirks. “That’s the orgasm talking, lovely.”

The orgasm... and something infinitely more dangerous. “No, it’s not.” I grab my phone and pass it over. “Use mine. If I still want to send it to you in the morning, then I will.”

“You’re so bad.” She says it like it’s a good thing. Then her fingers are there, parting my pussy obscenely. She takes a few photos and hands my camera back.

I look at them, and holy fuck, they’re hot. Her lipstick is smeared on my skin and almost perfectly matches her nails where she’s touching me. I swallow hard. “You’re good at this.”

“Literally my job.” She tugs my dress down, for all the good it does. I can still clearly see her marks through the sheer fabric. Tatiana holds up my panties. “These are lovely, but you look better without them.”

Zayne walks back up, his pants once again in place. He presses a quick kiss to my lips and then a significantly longer one to Tatiana’s. She seems to melt into it but then reluctantly draws away. “I have to go.”

“Stay.” He trails a single finger down her stomach and stops just above her pussy. “That was barely more than a taste.”

“A taste is all I have time for tonight.” She snags her pants and pulls them on, carefully brushing his hand away. “But thatwasfun, so if you want more, I’ll make room on my list for you.” She produces a card from somewhere and presses it into his hand. “Thanks for the orgasm, handsome.”

I get a card too. It’s thick card stock and contains only an email. No phone number.

“If you haven’t changed your mind by then, send me that picture tomorrow, lovely. I meant it when I said I’d frame it.” She kisses Zayne lightly and gives me the same treatment. Then she’s gone, striding away as if she didn’t rock both our worlds.

Zayne slumps against me. “I think I’m in love.”

“You say that all the time.”

“I think I mean it this time.” He slides down until his head is in my lap and then gives me a surprisingly sweet smile. “That really was only a taste. Want to go back to my place and fuck some of that frustration out? I know we decided our friendship was simpler without sex involved, but I’m still riled up.”

I almost say yes, but not for any of the right reasons. I want to keep riding the high of Wolf’s anger, the sharp edge of doing something I shouldn’t. Playing those games with strangers is shitty. Doing it with my friends is unforgivable. I shake my head. “It’d be a poor substitute for what we both want.”

“Speak for yourself.” He laughs and sits up. “But yeah, I think that ship has sailed. Still, if you ever want to fuck someone else together again, that was fun. I’d do it again.” His gaze shifts to the stairs, going contemplative. “I think I will book her, though. Get her out of my system and all that.”

I don’t tell him it’s a bad idea, that Cassim will lose his ever-loving shit if he finds out Zayne is frequenting an escort. He barely tolerates Zayne’s fuckboy tendencies, and the Sarraf family cares about perception even more than my family does. It’s because of how Jasmine ended up in power, and while Jasmine and Jafar are hardly puritanical when it comes to sex and sex work, Cassim is a stick-in-the-mud.

Saying as much won’t change what he’s going to do, though. “Good luck.”

“I hear the doubt in your voice and I’m choosing to ignore it. I’m just looking for a good time, Ruby, not a spouse. Tatiana and I will have that good time and then we’ll go our separate ways.” He scrubs a hand over his face. “Are you hanging out longer?”

“No, I think I’m good.”

“I’ll wait with you while you call a car.”

I know better than to argue with him. And, honestly, with Wolf’s threats still ringing in my ears, I don’t relish the idea of standing on a dark street corner by myself. “Okay.”

We close out our tabs and wait in comfortable silence on the curb for the car to show up. We’re headed in opposite directions, so I don’t offer to share with him. And, to be perfectly honest, I want some time alone to think about what happened tonight.

“Hey, Ruby.”

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