Page 73 of The Devil's Hunt

"Not yet, baby," he murmured against my neck.

His other hand pushed the vibrator against my clit, nestled between my lips, and then he removed his hands and pulled my underwear up, leaving the vibrator snugly against my skin. He gave me a devilish smile when he turned the remote on. I bit my lip and bucked my hips, feeling the vibrations pulse against me. His eyes were fixed on me, desire and possessiveness reflected in their depths.

"Good girls get rewarded," he murmured, his voice deep and husky. "And you've been such a good girl, Mila. I want you to feel how much I appreciate you every time you cum tonight."

I moaned as the vibrations intensified, my body reacting to the sudden jolt of pleasure. My fingers clutched at the ledge as I fought to keep myself from falling onto the ground.

Archer leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear, "You're going to come for me over and over tonight, until I decide you're done. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," I managed to choke out, my mind hazy with lust.

He turned the dial, increasing the vibrations until they were full blast. My hips bucked involuntarily, and I moaned loudly as I fell into his arms, crying out his name.

"There's nothing in this world that I want to hear more than my name on your lips as you come," he growled, his eyes dark with hunger.

"You’re going to make me keep this in my underwear all night?" I asked, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

Archer chuckled, his eyes never leaving mine. "I want you to feel it every moment of this night."

I groaned softly as he reached under my dress and adjusted my underwear, keeping the vibrator securely in place. His fingers trailed along my inner thigh, sending shivers down my spine. "You are going to be so wet tonight, baby," he whispered, nipping at my earlobe.

"Do you think anyone will hear it?" I asked, my voice shaking with desire.

Archer smirked. "Hear it? Probably not. But see that beautiful come face you have? Definitely."

I looked at him, my eyes filled with lust and need. "Archer, my father is here. Your father is here, and your mother?—"

"And my brother. And my sister. And all these people we know," he interrupted me. "I don't care. You belong to me, and I want everyone to know it."

I gulped, feeling a sudden surge of heat rush through me. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but Archer caressed my cheek gently, his eyes soft and full of love.

"Let's get back to the party."

Archer took my hand and led me back through the hallway and into the crowd. His fingers remained interlaced with mine as he led me through the crowd and headed toward the stage.

"Mila, come here!" My father waved, gesturing for me to come to him.

"Here goes nothing," I muttered to Archer and planted a smile on my face.

"You look beautiful, daughter," he hugged me and gave me a once-over assessment before pulling back and then looking at Archer.

"Daddy, I want you to meet my boyfriend. This is Archer King. We both go to St. Mary's together." I thought I saw a frown pass across his face when he saw Archer, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. "Archer, this is my father, Winston Grey."

"Archer King, you say? You wouldn't happen to be Cassian King's son, would you?"

"That's correct. His youngest, actually." Archer reached out his hand to shake my father's, but my father hesitated to accept it.

"Daddy," I nudged him with my shoulder, breaking the weird staring contest he was having with Archer. Not that I had ever introduced a boy to my father, but surely that was odd behavior, right?

"Very nice to meet you, Archer. Is your father around here somewhere?"

"I imagine he is. Heisyour opponent in the gubernatorial race, after all," Archer challenged.

What the fuck was I witnessing? Some weird dick-measuring contest? Jesus Christ. This was not a good way to win over my father, Archer.

"Ah, I suppose that would make sense," my father scoffed, planting a fake smile on his face. "Well, it's nice to finally meet my opponent's son and my daughter's boyfriend."

As my father looked at Archer, his eyes narrowed, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was already strategizing, planning how to use this opportunity to his advantage. I could sense the tension building, and I knew I had to get us out of there before things got out of hand.

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