Page 114 of Filthy Royal

She stifled a whimper and tipped her chin. “I did, and that’s exactly why I am not talking.”

“Bad choice.” Damien advanced.

“Stay away.”

“Those tight little nipples say differently, Omega.” He stepped onto the edge of the hide and nudged her knee with his boot. “They say you want me close. Very close. And I think that smart, greedy mouth keeps opening precisely in the hopes of it being filled.”

Scarlett wanted to scream.

Mostly because he was right.

Even after her exhausted sleep, her clit still throbbed, and soon, whatever cleaning fluid had washed away most of her slick and sweat would be for naught, her folds already dampening at the sight of him looming above.

He’d washed too, and looked as beautiful as ever, his dark clothes molding to every muscle, showcasing his carved biceps and chest as well as his thick, powerful thighs.

Confused, her emotions a mess, she gazed up at him and struggled to lock down the twisted part of her that wanted him to take full advantage of their positions. To force his thumb inside her mouth. To beg him to give her a taste before shoving down those leathers and thrusting the thick head of his cock past the seam of her mouth, filling her until it struck the back of her throat, her jaw straining as her nose pressed into his pubic bone, and her lips stretched wide around the swollen knot at the base of his shaft.

Nor could she blame the taming chain for such urges.

The fault lay with the memory of how good it had once been between them; the hides he’d covered her with offering her a shred of proof that the male she once knew might actually still exist.

As if reading more than she wanted in her gaze, Damien’s nostrils flared. “You’re playing a dangerous fucking game, Scarlett.”

Didn’t she know it?

But, for some reason, her darkness wanted to come out and mingle with his own.

“You greedy for my cock, little liar?” His fingers slid through her hair. “Or is it now that you’ve had some time to rest, you’ve decided the best plan is to use your mouth to loosen me right up? Just like all the others you’ve been with.”

As usual, he ascribed the worst motivations to her, though she got why. Didn’t mean she had to like it.

She snarled up at him.

He pulled her closer to the bulge in his leathers. “Because I can promise that fucking your mouth won’t change a thing about what I feel for you, but I’m willing to give it a go if you are.”

“Don’t you dare!” Scarlett glared, the cuffs rubbing against her skin nothing compared to the storm inside her chest.

“I dare a lot of things these rotations, Omega.” He kept right on stroking her hair. “And as you already know, I control what happens here.”

This mix of gentle and cruel did strange and foolish things to her core.

She fought the sensation. “My gift might not work on you, but”—she bared her teeth— “these will.”

He continued petting her, his smirk returning. “That’s okay. These rotations, I like a little bite.”

The cracks inside her chest widened.

Pebbles slid down the wall. The interrogation chair—still on its side—skittered across the room.

Her short sleep might not have calmed the worst of her lust, but it had helped to recharge her gift; the darkness inside her seething with greater force.

Not. Good.

Especially as his words painted a clear picture of another omega’s mouth on him.

Which meant she’d changed her mind. She didn’t want her mouth anywhere near the bastard.

“Come near me, and I’ll do more than take a little bite,” she threatened, hoping to wipe that smirk off his face.

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