Page 27 of Twisted Debt (The Debt Tales 1)

“We’re still on that subject?” Elias nonchalantly reaches over to retrieve our waiting bottle of champagne from its icy, steel encasing. “Why?”

“Because you won’t accept my apology.”

“For?”

“Using that word!”

He lets his crystal stare lock onto my brown.

“Just because I’m vanilla doesn’t mean I get to be judgmental.”

“Oh, my little doll, you are far from vanilla,” he counters, abandoning the unopened bottle back in the bucket. “You’re everything I want you to be.” Elias transitions to the space on the ground between my legs, settles back on his hunches, and gingerly parts my thighs. “Everything I need you to be.”

My fingers absentmindedly wiggle, torn between helping him inch my dress up higher and pushing his frame away.

“You are my most lovely creation,” his purr is followed by his greedy mouth pressing lightly against the thin underwear he’s making me soak. “Mine.”

I whimper his name in both a protest to stop and a plea for more, “Elias…”

“Mmm,” he hums hard, vibrations tickling my fabric covered clit, “call me sir.”

Titillating tingles trample up my spine while my hip slightly thrust towards his open mouth. “Sir.”

“Very good, little doll.” The reward is a light stroke from his tongue. “Continue speaking.”

“There are,” my breath struggles to steady while his adds to the delicious torment, “people…Um…people are around. And um…,” an additional lick is stolen delaying the rest of my sentence a moment longer so that I can release an airy moan, “all they have to do is…um…”

“Keep. Walking,” he growls, nose rolling around the dampening area. “Or I suppose watch if they like.”

“Watch?!”

Elias gives a teasing suck to the sopping wet lace material prior to peering up at me. “Which boat?”

“Huh?”

“Which boat?”

My spinning mind desperately tries to settle in order to understand what it is I’m being asked. “Which boat what?”

“Which boat,” Elias tauntingly begins in between occasional nips at my underwear, “do you think will win this evening?”

Knowing absolutely nothing about them, I choose the best way I possibly can. “Coco’s Revenge.”

“Why?”

“The name has a kickass ring to it.”

“Very well then.”

“Very well then, what?”

“I plan to make you come before Persinette beats Coco’s Revenge.”

His arrogance is so damn delicious I wish I could taste it off his tongue. “What makes you so confident, sir?”

“Persinette is my yacht.” Elias allows his thumb to caress my slit, threatening to tear my hooded glare from his.

Of course, he has a fucking yacht.

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