Page 22 of Vicious Princess
The second thrust is hard and rough. It tickles something deep inside me in a way that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Fuck.” I breathe out the word.
Daegel’s hips are ruthless, thrusting hard and slow without giving me a moment to rest. He presses his chest against my back. One hand comes around my waist and grabs my breast while the other snakes around my hip and settles over that sensitive spot between my thighs.
At the first flick of his fingers over my clit, my hips jerk. But soon, he finds a rhythm that works so well with his thrusts, I have to bite the inside of my cheek not to scream.
Daegel’s breathing is shallow, and I can tell he’s getting closer to the edge by how his grip on me tightens. I can’t help the moans that slip past my lips anymore. The tension coils inside me again, and when it snaps for the second time, my whole body shakes.
I’m thankful Daegel holds me tight, because otherwise I’d lose my footing. He’s not far behind me—with a husky moan, he tips over the edge and fills me up with hot cum.
For a while, we just stand there, our bodies connected, breathing heavily in the darkness. I feel completely spent. My muscles are pleasantly fatigued, and my mind is relaxed. Not a single care in the world.
Slowly, Daegel pulls out, leaving me empty. I shimmy my leather pants back up and lace them up before turning around. Quickly, I fasten the laces of my corset so that when I return to the bar, I’ll look at least half-decent.
I clear my throat, suddenly unsure about what to say.
Thankfully, Daegel’s the first to break the silence. “This was…fun. Can I see you again sometime?”
My first instinct is to say yes. But that would create problems. Lead to me getting attached. That’s not what tonight is about. Not why I’m here, in Ekios.
I don’t need distractions. Unfortunately, Daegel is one muscular, strong, painfully attractive distraction.
My fingers find the hard line of his jaw, tracing it. I savor the softness of his lips under my fingertips. “This has been great,” I say, dropping my hand from his face. “Let’s leave it at that.”
Daegel snorts a laugh. I imagine him shaking his head. “You’re something else, Phoenix.”
Damn right I am.
As I reach for the handle and open the door to leave, I don’t look back.
Walking away from him, with no strings attached for the first time in my life, feels empowering. A great start to this next phase of my revenge journey.
CHAPTER EIGHT
By the time I make it back to the Kazh’s inn, it’s way past midnight and I’m exhausted. I want nothing more than to make my way to my room and fall into the bed.
But my stomach growls loudly.
Quietly, I make my way to the kitchen. I hope Kazh and her crew are already asleep, or busy with whatever is it they do all day long.
Unfortunately, I’m not so lucky. Kazh sits at the dining table with an oil lamp next to her. She’s…knitting.
“You didn’t strike me as the crafty kind,” I say.
She snorts. “I can’t knit a proper piece for shit. But keeping my old fingers busy helps calm the mind. There’s nothing left from dinner. Only hard cheese, what’s left of today’s bread, and herbed butter.”
“Sounds good.”
I take the plate and pile it with the food before going over to take a seat with Kazh at the table. For a while, we sit in silence. I chew my food, and she knits. It’s weirdly cozy.
“Did you get your bow?”
“Yes. Joaquin had the perfect one for me.”
She nods. “Good, good. He’s master at his craft. Should serve you a lifetime if you care for your bow properly.”
“Good to know,” I murmur. “So, about that offer you made me. About working for you.”
