Page 51 of Sinful Chains

She turned and walked off, leaving me breathless and unhinged.

It was gonna take all my strength not to cum in my pants.

Our last stop was Sorel, a seafood restaurant adjacent to the mall. San slid onto a stool at the bar like she owned the place. She crossed her legs, ordered an appetizer, and scrolled lazily on her phone.

I sat at a table a few feet away where I could see her, but not be with her.

She didn’t glance in my direction.

I ordered a Manhattan, watching her like a creep. Every bite of food she took, everycasual flick of her fingers over her screen, every minute she spent ignoring me…it all drove me insane.

I shifted in my seat, pressing my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Please, Princess. Can I go now?

I watched her as she glanced at her screen, paying close attention to the way her lips curled at the corner.

Then she answered.

San

No.

Baby you’re killing me

Five agonizing minutes passed. Then ten. My dick jumped as I watched her, over and over, desperate for some fucking relief.

I was about to break.

Then my phone buzzed.

San

You can go now

I shot out of my seat so fast, I almost knocked the chair over. Ididn’t give a fuck, though. I made my way to the men’s room, pushing inside, heading straight for the last stall.

My heart thudded as I fumbled with my belt, ready to relieve some of the pressure.

The door creaked open.

I froze.

Footsteps, slow and delicate.

I turned.

San stood just outside the doorway, her gaze dark.

“Princess—“

She stepped closer, pressing a finger to my lips. “No.”

I nodded, barely able to restrain myself.

She turned, lifted her dress, and met my gaze in the mirror.

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