Page 96 of Cruel Devotion

Smirking, Lei toyed with my clit. “Are you sure, Monique? Is this all too much for you to handle?”

“Yes.” I shut my thighs, stopping his hand. It took a few seconds to catch my breath. “Ummm. . .I mean. . .no. . .and Chen. . .I think Duck and Lei are right on this. . .Let’s just leave it alone for now. We all need time to process this.”

Chen scowled. “Surely, this new information shoved you a little over the edge.”

“It did, but the more important goal for now is Lei’s battle with Leo.”

Lei tried to push my thighs apart.

I kept his hand locked in a grip. “And I don’t want to talk about this, Chen.”

“Good. Now leave her alone, Chen and eat.” Lei leaned toward me and whispered in my ear. “Open your legs.”

I widened my eyes. “Lei.”

“Right now.”

Chen and Duck watched us.

I kept my voice low and didn’t dare turn his way. The heat from his fingers were already too much to bear. “We have an audience.”

“Look at me.”

Slowly, I turned his way.

Lei’s eyes narrowed with wicked intent and a smirk danced on his lips. “Let them watch, if they must but I want to touch your pussy. Right now.”

Fuck. . .please touch it.

Unable to resist, I parted my legs and gave him complete access.

His fingers, as though trained by the gods of love themselves, danced across my sex with the grace of a seasoned pianist, tracing patterns that made my heart race.

Oh fuck.

The caress of his fingers, combined with the heated intensity of his gaze, was enough to bring me to the brink of madness.

It was the most pleasureful torment.

Hu began telling Chen and Duck a story, commanding their attention.

Lei’s voice dripped with raw desire. “Why are you so wet?”

“You did that.” My cheeks flushed. I placed my gaze on my plate, while my body craved to move my pussy to his fingers’ rhythm.

“Look at me.”

Trembling in heated pleasure I hesitated, but the power in his voice was undeniable.

Slowly, I raised my eyes, locking onto his. There was a challenge in his gaze, daring me to maintain the pretense of normalcy amidst the surging waves of pleasure.

“Very good.” he murmured, rewarding my obedience with another deliberate stroke. “Do you see what you have done to me? This is unprofessional, Monique.”

“Very.”

“Never have I done this.”

I shivered. “And never should you.”

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