Page 30 of Queen of Mirrors and Madness

He rubs the heel of his hand over his cock, and I find myself watching. The act brings a heat to my core, and I nearly grind against him. He’s devastatingly handsome when he’s pissed. Now that he’s aroused, it’s hard for me to concentrate on my goal to teach him a lesson.

“You’re just like your mother,” he says, “always bending people to your will, despite their objections. You disgust me.”

“Is that so?”

I drop my hold on him and he sags in the chair. After removing myself from his lap, I turn and sweep my arm across the table, sending porcelain dishes flying. The crashing sound is forgotten as I climb on the table directly in front of Baxter. With my legs open, I reach under my skirts and dip my fingers into my pussy.

They come away drenched.

I angrily stroke myself while maintaining eye contact with Baxter the entire time. He threw down a gauntlet and I picked it up with the intention to slap him. Only it’s through sexual enticement. If he isn’t aroused by me,withoutmy manipulation of his blood, then I’ll know.

“Tell me, Baxter,” I say on a purr, “if I disgust you, then what or who do you desire?”

“Fuck, I know what I want.”

Lucien undoes the fastenings of his trousers and takes his cock in hand. From my position on the table, I can clearly see the length of him and the way he jerks it with rough strokes. It makes my breath hitch. And my fingers move faster.

“Move your skirts, little bird. I want to see you play with that pretty pussy. For the record, you don’t disgust me one bit.”

Baxter’s gaze darts back and forth between me and Lucien and the telltale rapid pulse in his neck increases with speed. He brings his attention back to me when I toss my skirts aside, bearing myself to them. The pleasure I get from his shocked expression and Lucien’s guttural moan almost makes me come.

At this point, there is no lesson to be learned. Unless it’s how to please myself through exhibitionism.

I concentrate on Baxter’s life force with difficulty as my orgasm builds to a crest. He has yet to look at Lucien again, keeping his gaze solely fixed on me. More accurately, my entrance. I would’ve sworn my seduction tactic would’ve caused him to turn away, but the opposite has happened.

I’m full of surprise at this unexpected development.

My lips beg to be kissed.

My skin aches to be touched.

My pussy cries to be fucked.

“Baxter,” I say on a moan. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

He all but strangles his cock, his gaze piercing. But his blood flows downward nonetheless. Triumph soars through me, right before my orgasm does.

“I knew it.” My breaths are nothing but pants of air, uneven and causing the rise and fall of my breasts. I spiral into a sea of ecstasy and the world around me disappears. Except for the beautiful tethers I can feel through the men’s blood.

“Oh, fuck.” Lucien snatches an empty cup and spills into it as he comes.

The sight of him, veins engorged on the sides of his neck, while he strokes his large cock is a memory I never want to forget. It magnifies my pleasure. I rise and fall again into rapture, the walls of my core fluttering like my lashes as my eyes roll back.

Baxter grunts, but I know he has yet to release. He’s fighting it.

“Well,” Lucien says as I collapse on the wooden surface, “this was the most enjoyable tea party I’ve ever attended. I look forward to the next one.”

I sit up and a smile spreads on my lips. “That’s to be expected while in the company of a whore.” I turn to Baxter. “Now that everything’s on the table—” A giggle escapes me, and I clear my throat to start over. “Perhaps you’ll realize that I’m not someone to fuck with.”

He glowers at me as I slide down and straighten my skirts. After grabbing the teapot and filling Lucien’s cup, I down the contents, making the hatter suck in a breath. Baxter blinks at me with wide eyes.

“Best tea I’ve ever had,” I say. “Thank you for inviting me to the party.”

With an air worthy of a queen, I walk away, leaving the two men to gape in my wake.

CHAPTER13

ADELAIDE

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