Page 68 of Scarlett Thief (Criminal Underground 2)

His tongue flirted with mine, teasing it lightly. It would touch and then retreat, leaving me to trail after him, follow him until he was sucking me into his mouth, grinding his lips into mine. When he broke off, I gasped for air. Below, I felt a wetness between my thighs that had only grown since we’d been here.

“Don’t worry about a thing, Scarlett,” Wolf whispered against my flesh. “Hadrian is getting things set up. In a few hours, this will all be over. For now, though, I think I’ll have this. Get on my lap, baby, and turn around.”

I did exactly as he commanded. I stood up and spun on the heels they had me in, leaning back until my ass was cushioned on his thighs. He reached around, the end of my leash tucked loosely around his wrist as he lifted my legs up, hooking one over each arm of his chair. Heat burned my cheeks at the unexpected movement.

"Keep them spread," he ordered. "And keep an eye on our mark."

My head lifted and my gaze sought out the Prince and his wife. They were no longer where they'd been before but had shifted across the room to the bar. The Prince was back on his knees at his wife—and Domme's—feet as she sat on one of the stools with a drink in hand. I knew it was a virgin drink because one of the first things we'd been informed of when we'd been granted access to this club—quite quickly thanks to Ian and Hadrian's connections—was that alcoholic beverages were not allowed.

I watched as the Prince's wife reached down and petted his hair with her free hand. When she turned on the stool, glancing out over the crowd, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Not so much because of the Princess, herself, but because Wolf had chosen that exact moment to reach down and pull my thong to the side, revealing my pussy to the cool open air of the club. Anyone looking on could see how wet I was. I bit my lip hard.

"Are you watching her?" Wolf inquired as his fingers inched toward my cunt. They rimmed the outside, coating themselves in my juices before seeking entrance.

"Yes," I gasped. "And she sees us."

She more than saw us, she was watching us. Her cool, impenetrable gaze staring for another moment more before moving on. Did she recognize us? I'd seen her at the anniversary party in Rome. It'd been a short introduction, and while I knew she had probably been introduced to hundreds of people that night, another wave of anxiety entered me.

Within seconds, however, my body released it as Wolf pumped his fingers in and out of me. His thumb moved over my clit and my back arched instinctively. "Ah, ah, ha," he chastised me. "Pay attention."

"It's hard when you're doing that with you—oh, fuck, oh please, Sir. Please do that again." I felt the third finger he pushed into me as he scissored all of them apart, stretching my pussy in a way that felt almost as if he were preparing me for entry. He wasn't. I knew. He couldn't fuck me the way I wanted him to, the way I needed him to—not here when we were about to finish this operation. Hadrian was keeping a watchful eye, we both knew, but there was only so much he could do.

Wolf's breath was harsh in my ear. "Do you know what it does to me when you call me Sir in that breathy little voice of yours?" he growled against me.

That growl did horrible wicked things to my insides. It made me want to strip naked push myself to all fours on the floor—disregarding the fact that we were in a somewhat public area—and beg him to fuck me.

Wolf thrust his fingers into me, moving faster and faster. "Imagine what the people watching you must be thinking," he said. "They're probably thinking what a hot little sub you are, taking your Dom's fingers into this pretty pussy. I bet they're hungry—staring at all this cream. It's leaking down your thighs you know. If we were alone, I'd make you come with my tongue in your pussy. I'd lick you and suck you until you were shaking and screaming. But for now, you'll just have to use my hands. That's right, baby, ride my fingers."

The Princess turned again when I couldn't keep my cries down. Her eyes settled on me, curiosity in their depths. She wasn't the only one looking, and somehow, I found that attractive as well. Wolf talked of people watching me, and I found, strangely, that I didn't mind it. I would think I was more of a pervert, or more of a slut—except that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Wolf wouldn't let any of them touch me. They could look, but I was not a public plaything. I was only his in this moment—and when we finally finished this operation, I'd be his and Hadrian's.

The light hit something and it captured my attention. Even as Wolf's fingers pistoned into me, I lifted my head and through slitted eyes, I caught a glimpse of the diamond dangling from the Princess's neck. The diamond that had gotten us all in this mess. The diamond that would get us all out. If she was wearing it, though—in here of all places—it must have meant a great deal to her. I almost felt guilty knowing we would take it anyway.

As the first vestiges of my orgasm fluttered through me, all of that guilt was swept up in the path of pleasure. I cried out as it slammed into me, bowing my back against Wolf's chest. I came all over his fingers, knowing full well we'd meant to be a distraction—a watch team—but we hadn't meant to do this. I supposed it couldn't be helped. I couldn't resist him.

"That'll do, baby," Wolf said as he withdrew his fingers from my pussy and took them into his mouth to lick them clean. When he pulled them out again, he gently lowered me back to my knees at his feet. "That will do."

"What about you?" I asked, turning toward him. My eyes moved to the bulge in his leathers, but he waved me away.

"Maybe, later." He leaned forward, his attention focused on the couple that had moved across the room. My eyes returned to the Prince and Princess, noting that they were no longer watching us. "Right now, we've got work to do. Tell me what I need to know.”

I glanced at the giant iron clock hanging on the concrete wall the furthest away from us. He was right. Our time for play was up. Now, it was time to work. I leaned up and told him exactly what he needed to do to make this plan a success.

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