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I sigh in pleasure, tilting my head back against the chair as my fingers rub slowly, teasing myself. Saint’s dark gaze stays locked on me, watching every hitched breath and shift of my body; the woman on her knees still working on his cock.

My heart pounds in my chest as slowly, I slide my fingers under my panties, and stroke against my bare, wet heat. I moan again, louder, shocked by my own brazen actions, but still loving every minute of this.

I sense attention shift in the room, people turning to watch me now, but I don’t break the stare. Saint is the only one who matters now, and this wild, sensual connection between us, driving me higher with every touch of my fingers and hoarse groan from his lips.

“Deeper,” he growls—to me, or the woman, I’m not sure. It doesn’t matter. I dip my fingers inside myself, grinding my palm against my clit as I pulse. I’m spiraling closer to the edge now, my whole body shaking with a sweet electricity, desperate for release. My other hand moves automatically to my breasts, palming them through the silk of my dress, plucking and squeezing at my nipples as I pump my fingers deeper.

“Goddamn.” I hear Saint sound a ragged curse. He’s breathing faster now, labored, eyes blazing wild and fixed on mine. It’s like we’re the only two people in the world, urging each other closer to the brink, delivering pleasure even though we haven’t laid so much as a finger on the other’s body. “Don’t stop,” he demands, gripping the woman’s head, moving her mouth faster on his cock; his eyes burning in the dim light. “Don’t you dare fucking stop now.”

I moan in answer, arching up against my own hands. I’m out of my mind, lost in this exquisite rush of forbidden pleasure as I touch myself, sliding my fingers through my wetness, and rubbing my aching clit in a breathless rhythm. “Oh God,” I cry aloud, feeling the flames start to lick at the base of my spine. “Oh my God!”

“That’s right, baby.” Saint growls, thrusting his hips, panting hard. “Come for me. Let it all go and come for me.Now.”

At his command, my body breaks. Pleasure slams through me, so hard and sweet, I scream.

Holy shit!

And as I writhe there, mindless, I see Saint’s jaw clench, and his body rise. Sounding a cry of release, he pulls his cock from the woman’s mouth, and pumps, spurting his climax over her bare chest in a ribbon of cum as my own orgasm crashes over me, leaving me breathless and dizzy from hands-down the most intense sexual experience of my life.

And not for one moment does he look away.

Chapter8

Tessa

‘Touch yourself. Show me how you like it. Play with that sweet, wet cunt…’

Saint’s voice echoes in my mind, sending fresh waves of pleasure rolling through me. I toss and turn alone in bed back at my student apartment. I have a ton of work to do in the morning, but there’s no way in hell I can sleep, not after the night I’ve just had. My body is still wired, humming with the illicit memory of his crisp, tempting orders, and the wild blazing passion he drew from me. Passion I’d never even known I could feel.

Did that really just happen?

I lay there, my heart still pounding in wild exhilaration. The moment my orgasm faded, and the haze of lust lifted, I came to what was left of my senses and bolted from the party, spending a jaw-dropping amount on a taxi back to Oxford and the safety of the real world; far from extravagant sex parties and the man who can apparently draw earthshaking climaxes from my body without a single touch.

I didn’t say a word to Saint before leaving, and he didn’t try and follow.

Besides, what could I say?‘Thanks for my first public sexual experience, professor, you were right, you really do have incredible expertise?’

I can’t help but giggle, laying here in the dark in a state of total disbelief. Already, it feels like a dream. An out-of-body experience…

Except my body remembers everything. The way he gripped that woman’s hair, calmly controlling her movements. The casual way he leaned back, his eyes devouring my every sinful movement. How thrilling it felt to bask in that reckless gaze, making me wanton. Making me wild.

And oh, that ragged groan when he came…

Christ. I have to smother my giddy laughter in the pillows so I don’t wake my roommates—and invite their questions about what’s making me act so crazy.

Because it was—crazy. This whole night. Dressing up and donning that mask. Making my way to the hotel, and then sticking around when the lavish clothing fell to the floor and I first realized that my investigation had taken an unexpectedly illicit turn—

Wait a minute…

I sit up, remembering clearly for the first time since the stroke of midnight exactly what sent me to that party in the first place. Or rather,who.

Somebody planned for me to be there. They sent me that mysterious invitation and led me on a wild chase by dangling the promise of information about Wren.

I pull the two cards out and set them side by side.

‘I know what happened to Wren.’

‘Legacy is our gift, and a sworn bond.’

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