Page 69 of Reckless Promises

Cillian pulls out a small black U-shaped object, holding it up between us.

“What is it?” I ask as he pulls my underwear to the side.

“One of your favorite things.” He smirks. “A vibrator.”

“Wasmy favorite, but now I have you.”

“And I appreciate that.” He runs his fingers through me and drives one in. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Clover.”

He grabs my ankle with one hand and my waist with the other, twisting my body in the seat and pulling my leg up and over his shoulder.

“Cillian.” My back hits the leather as he dives his mouth between my legs.

Digging my nails into his shoulders, I try not to mess up his hair, but then he hums, and I lose all sense of time and space. I grab his hair as his tongue flicks my clit, before he licks the length of my pussy and kisses it.

“You’re so sweet, wife.” He kisses me again before pulling back and once more placing his hand between mylegs. “If I didn’t have business to get done tonight, I’d skip dinner and go straight to dessert.”

Cillian inserts part of the vibrator into me, while the other end reaches up over my clit. Then, he positions my underwear back in place.

Untwisting my leg from his shoulder, he sits me up, pulling me to him.

“I’m supposed to just leave this in during dinner?” My face pinches.

“I want you ready for me when we get back to the hotel room.”

“I’m ready now.”

“Moreready then.” He pulls something out of his pocket, and when my eyes drop to it, he flicks a switch that kicks up vibrations between my legs. “How many times do you think I can make you come tonight, Odette?”

“Fuck.” I grip the seat, not able to answer his question with the intensity building between my legs.

“Once?” He clicks it again and the vibrations intensify. “Twice? Three times?”

“I—” I tilt my head back and close my eyes. “I don’t know.”

“Let’s find out.”

My eyes fly open as I look at him. “We’re going to dinner with your friends.”

“Guess you better swallow your screams then.” He leans in, turning off the vibrations and tucking the remote into his pocket.

I’m about to jump on top of him to steal the remote when the car stops and the door swings open.

“We’re here, Mr. Cross.”

Cillian smirks at me. Sexy, devious. Maybe I’ll use the knife he gifted me on him after all. Because this might be pleasure, but it’s borderline torturous.

Cillian steps out first, extending a hand to help me exit the car.

Luckily, I wore my hair down, so even though he tossed me around on the drive here, I’m able to run my fingers through it to get it back in place. Brushing my hands over the front of my dress, I smooth it over.

“You look perfect.” Cillian steps to me, grazing his fingers over the peak of my shoulder. “Don’t worry.”

Don’t worry.

Two words that must seem so simple to him when he doesn’t realize how nervous I am.

The way he shows me off isn’t something I’m used to. He holds me at his side like I’m not just a prize, but his other half. And ever since that night he sent me to our room, he hasn’t done anything like that again. He doesn’t want to hide me away. He wants me where everyone can see that I’m his.

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