Page 67 of Bastard
Without a word, Hayden scoops me up and lays me out on a large, pink settee.
“Don’t you love me anymore?” a drunken Sabine moans.
Hayden tosses his tuxedo jacket to the floor and sends buttons flying as he tears open his shirt. My lips form a capital O and I stare at him, aghast, not understanding what he’s doing. Not until he has my dress hitched up around my waist and is ever so quickly fingering my clit.
“¿Qué crees que estás haciendo?” I hiss.
“Relax and spread your legs.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to eat you out.”
¡No, Mami!And I promised him I’d do anything?
“Yes or no. Hurry.”
Sabine’s screech interrupts us. “You took your whore into my room?”
“Yes or no?” he repeats, our eyes connecting.
I nod.
He drops to his knees, tugs me so my thighs are over his shoulders, and dips his head. He licks me hard before thrusting his tongue deep.
“Ah,” I cry out.
He lifts his head. “Fuck, the taste of you has never left my mind.”
Another lick, this time from the back to the front, and I’m eagerly lifting my hips. I’m wet, excited, and embarrassed by how easily my body responds to his touch. He thrusts his tongue deep and tongue-fucks me like he’s proving a point. Like he enjoys the taste of me. Like he can’t get enough.
He works me hard and fast, and when he drives two fingers inside my slick channel and sucks my clit between his teeth, I go off like a rocket.
I climax hard, my entire body shaking.
There’s heaven. There’s hell. But when I hear Sabine say, “Oh my God,” I resurface into a place in between the two.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Sabine slurs.
I pry my eyes open, not even realizing I’d shut them. Immediately, I wish I’d kept them shut.
Not only is Sabine standing there with a huge, drunken smirk on her face, but she’s in the company of several guards.
Hayden tugs my dress down before removing my garter-clad thighs from his shoulders and withdrawing his head. His eyes are serious, his lips are wet from my excitement. He rises from his knees and—¡Dios mío!—wipes the come from his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You are the luckiest woman I know, Emilia.”
Emilia.My cheeks heat in mortification. They might not have seen me naked, thanks to Hayden strategically positioning himself, but they absolutely, without a doubt, witnessed my orgasm.Ycómo no me importaba una mierda que me encontraran—and, as it’s worth repeating in English, mynotgiving a fuck who saw us.
“Ma’am, did you give them permission to be in here?” one asks Sabine.
She shrugs a shoulder. “Why not? Someone is getting off in this room even if it’s not me.”
“We should immediately report this to Mr. Ogdenhayer.”
Sabine turns on the men. “Go on, I insist. Though he won’t appreciate being interrupted.”
Hayden picks up his suit jacket, offers me his hand, and pulls me to my feet.
