Page 34 of Her Cruel Empire
A shudder runs through her. “Yes.”
“Say it. Tell me what you are.”
“I’m your toy,” Robin echoes, her voice thin and needy.
“Yes, you are. And my toy is going to beg for every single thing I give her.”
Robin moans as I finally lower my mouth to her and begin to lick her, my tongue flat and wide, covering the length of her pussy and tasting all her juices. She tastes just as good as I imagined. She grows louder as I tease her clit with my tongue, circling it, flicking it, sucking on the hard nub. Her thighs close on me as her arousal grows, her hips jerking, wanting more.
“You like that, don’t you?” I breathe against her pussy. “My mouth on your delicious cunt. And I like it too.” With that, Ireturn to my meal. She’s close, her hips bucking. I slide three fingers into her and curl them inside, seeking her most sensitive spot, and she lets out a half-squeal as they brush against it.
“You want to come for me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Robin whimpers.
“Then come.”
She cries out, hips jerking wildly as her orgasm hits. I keep moving my fingers inside her, massaging her internally, licking at her clit until she’s shaking, pushing weakly at me to make me stop.
I give her pussy one last, hard lick, and then pull away. “Very nice,” I tell her. “I may have to keep you right here in bed for our entire time together.”
She looks up at me, her eyes glassy.
“Do you think you could endure that?” I ask. “Lying there and looking beautiful while I eat your pussy whenever I want?”
“Uh, yeah,” she breathes. “Yeah. I think I could.”
There’s something toorealin her eyes. I pull away with a mock sigh. “That’s exactly what I’d do to you if I didn’t have to run an empire. Ah, well. No rest for the wicked, as they say.”
I go into her bathroom to wash off my face, and then I come back out to dress once more. She’s still lying there on the bed, wrecked and ravaged.
And far too tempting.
I check my watch. The plane will be ready soon.
Robin observes me quietly. There’s that look in her eyes again—like she wants to say something. Ask me to take her with me, maybe. They all ask that at one time or another.
It’s out of the question, of course.
“I’ll be back in two days. Possibly three.” I lean down to kiss her forehead. “Be good while I’m gone.”
But as I leave the castle fifteen minutes later, my thoughts are still back in that bedroom, still focused on Robin.
Twenty-nine days left, minus the two or maybe three while I’m away in Zurich…
It’s not long enough.
Chapter 12
Robin
Iwatch Eva’s car leaving the castle and winding down the road to the village as long as I can before I lose sight of it in the forest. After that, I shower, and then, when anxious thoughts of home get too much, I spend most of the morning wandering around the castle, drawn back to the rooms filled with artefacts that suggest the long and bloody history of Eva’s family. I find no clues to tell me anything more about her, however.
When I get back to my room, I stop dead and stare at the mountain of packages piled up in one corner, and the clothing bags spread across the chaise longue in the corner of the bedroom. Boxes from designers whose names I can barely pronounce. Tissue paper that whispers when I touch it. Labels in French and Italian.
My heart does a little skip.Evamade this happen. In mere hours. She actually listened to me…
I lift a sweater from its nest of tissue paper and nearly gasp. It’s cashmere, the color of fresh cream, so soft it feels like touching a cloud. And the cut is perfect, designed for someone with curvesand whose height is that of a mere mortal. When I hold it up to myself in the mirror, it actually looks like it belongs on my body.
