Page 67 of The Colour of Revenge
A wicked thrill shoots through me.
Nate has brought out a side of me I didn't even know existed. A side that craves him. Cravesthis.
When I fled to Italy, I rebuilt myself. I learned how to use my body as a weapon and to wield it like armour. Sex was controlled. A way to take back what had been stolen from me.
But this is different.
Nate makes me realise it can be so much more.
"Be a good girl and stay quiet," he murmurs.
A strangled mewl leaves my throat, and his grin turns wicked.
Then, I see her.
The waitress making her way toward us.
My pulse spikes.
"Nate," I whisper, urgency creeping into my voice.
His eyes flick toward the approaching waitress—and then he does the cruellest thing.
His fingers press deeper—curling and stroking at just the right angle.
A third finger joins the first two, stretching me, filling me, and I have to bite my lip hard to stop the moan threatening to spill.
My legs widen instinctively to accommodate him.
"You're going to have to do the talking, Princess," he murmurs, all smug amusement. "I'm a little… occupied."
The waitress reaches our table, smiling politely.
"Can I get you the dessert menus?"
Nate strokes his thumb over my clit at the perfect moment, sending a shudder through me.
I inhale sharply.
Focus. Stay composed.
To anyone looking, we appear like a perfectly normal couple. Just sitting close, Nate's arm draped over my shoulders in a lazy, intimate way.
Nothing more.
But under the table—Oh, God.
I clear my throat, struggling to form words. "N… no," I finally manage, voice breathy. "I think… we'll have dessert… at home."
A deep, dark chuckle rumbles from Nate. "Can we get the bill, please?" Nate's tone is smooth and unaffected.
I, on the other hand, am a wreck.
The waitress nods quickly, her voice slightly strained, and hurries off—probably grateful for an excuse to leave.
As soon as she's gone, Nate leans in, his whisper curling around my ear like a dark promise. "You did so good, Princess."
A shaky moan escapes me at the praise, heat flooding my body at the weight of his approval.
