Page 69 of Midnights
Every time she opens it I’m torn between wanting to argue and wanting to shove my cock so far down her throat she has no choice but to surrender. To show her exactly what I think about that mouth.
She has no idea who she's playing with. No idea who she’s inviting in. She’s messing with fire, and when she finally gets burned, she’ll learn that I don’t do halfway.
Your Royal Highness: Well, I'm going back to dancing.Enjoy losing.
Your Royal Highness: … Don’t worry, if you’re short on cash, I might pay you extra for a castle tour. Depending on how good a job you do ;)
If I need some money?
I laugh, shaking my head. This woman.
If only she knew.
I can just picture her body arching against mine, my hands gripping her hips, moving her exactly how I want. The echo of her moans filling every space.
The idea alone almost makes me tell the guys we’re going out after all. I roll my eyes, locking my phone before I do something stupid.
There’s nothing I could text her right now that wouldn't scare her off. Every response swirling in my head is filthy and depraved.
When I finally say something, it’ll be in person because I need to see her face and watch her reaction.
It takes several minutes for my brain to regain control over my cock. Once I wrangled my thoughts back in, I manage to win back most of my money, much to everyone else’s disappointment.
But I know one thing for damn sure.
Next time I see her, she won’t be walking away so easily.
It's probably for the best that she didn’t see us tonight. Cam and I still look a little rough from earlier. The bruises would’ve raised questions. Questions I wouldn’t have answered.
After everyone heads out, my phone buzzes on the table. It's probably the adorable little American, drunk texting her way into trouble.
Cam walks in, tossing some trash in the bin as his phone vibrates too. He checks it, then laughs. “Those girls are wild. Maybe they did need a chaperone, after all.”
He holds up his phone, and it’s a photo of Raven standing on the bar at the pub with a drink in each hand.
And just like that, my dick makes its grand entrance. Again.
Every time her name comes up? Boner. Seeing her?Boner. Breathing in her general direction? A fucking boner.
This is starting to feel like slow, painful torture.
I drag a hand down my face, exhaling sharply as I reach for my phone, to see a message from my sister.
Thank God.
Khloe: Hey, do you have everything ready for this weekend?
Me: All I have to do is show up…? Right?
Besides, it's still days away!
Khloe: Well, yeah… but are you ready?
Me: Mentally? No.
Is there anything you need me to do?
Khloe: Nope!
