Page 82 of Revolt

The man who craves control loves the anarchy I bring into his life, and he shows me how much as his mouth covers my pussy. The sight is so dirty, so goddamn sexy, it has me clenching, wanting him to fill me. My clit begs for attention, and like the good bodyguard he is, he rubs his nose along my clit as I groan. I tilt my hips to give him better access, and that’s when his hands tighten their hold, jerking me closer until he’s buried in my cunt.

His tongue darts out and circles my clit, rubbing hard, and pleasure slams through me as I cry out. I grind into his waiting mouth as his tongue slides down and thrusts inside me, fucking me as I grip my breasts and tweak my nipples.

My anger turns to blazing desire as I ride his face, using him as he replaces his tongue with his fingers and laps at my clit, circling and rolling it in his talented mouth until I’m breathing heavily, needing to come so badly.

“Raff,” I beg, everything else forgotten except his possessive touch and his dark eyes.

I will never escape Raff. It’s a good thing I don’t want to.

I can’t look away from him as three fingers rub inside me while his tongue punishes me, reminding me why I should forgive him and that no one can touch me like they can. He uses the knowledge against me until my leg shakes and I scream his name, my release exploding through me.

When it’s over, he catches me and places a kiss on my oversensitive clit as he pulls his fingers free, and as I watch, he rubs them across his lips. “In case you forget whom you belong to, you can look at me and know that I will be tasting you all night.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

He climbs to his feet, straightening his suit except for his tie. I reach out to straighten it, and he captures my hand, kissing it. “I like it like this, mussed like you.” I huff, and he grins, crowding me. “Forgive me?”

“I guess,” I say, but I can’t hold back my smile as my cum slides down my legs. “I might have overreacted.”

“No, you reacted right. I was in the wrong. You are allowed to feel however you want, and I always want you to tell me when I’ve messed up or hurt you, but never doubt that you are the center of my universe, Reign. In this life or the next, I would find you. They could pluck out my eyes and I would know it was you. They could take away my senses and I would still know your body, your heart. They could steal my words and I would still find a way to show you how much I care. They could put a fucking bullet in my skull, Reign, and I would still find a way to come back to you. You are my everything, and I will show you every day.”

I stare, speechless, as he leans in and kisses me, letting me taste my pleasure on his lips. “Now let’s get back to our date—the first of the rest of our lives.”

THIRTY-SIX

When Reign and Raff come back, they are holding hands and grinning. He looks ridiculously smug, and I’ve never been so jealous of the bastard before. I’ve been sitting here with Dal and Cil, eating this ridiculously small portion of food, while it’s clear he’s been eating or fucking her. Narrowing my eyes, I watch her giggle as he leans in and nips her shoulder before pulling her chair out for her, and when she sits, he kisses her head. When she glances back at us, her face flushed and lipstick mussed, jealousy flares through me.

I know we are sharing her, but for a moment, it almost rips at my heart and I want to snap. At her. At him. I lower my gaze, not wanting her to see that as I work through this. It’s not right to be jealous. She cares for all of us, and she wants all of us. They clearly needed that moment, but fuck if it doesn’t hurt. He got my girl when I’ve been dying to touch her all night, yet I behaved myself, wanting to give her the date she deserves.

“This looks good,” she says, tucking into the food that was plated moments ago. I watch her mouth work as she moans, and my cock hardens.

I’m still mad and jealous, but I always want her.

A reckless idea comes to mind.

If Raff can take what he wants, then so can I.

It might drive back these irrational feelings if I touch and taste her and know she’s mine as much as she’s his.

Pretending to drop my fork, I crawl under the table.

She jumps when my hand slides up her leg. I sit back on my heels, forcing her legs wider, and press between them. I hear her breath stutter, and someone hands her a glass of water with a murmur. Chuckling softly, I run my lips up her leg, pushing her dress up until I expose her pretty pink pussy to my greedy eyes.

Oh yes, Raffiel had fun alright, and she’s still fucking wet from it. The jealousy morphs into gratefulness because if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t get to touch and taste my girl. She’s my favorite fucking meal in the entire world. Fuck these fancy dishes, I’m starving, and she’s about to be my buffet.

“Are you okay, Reign?” I hear Dal ask.

“Fine,” she says. “This food is delicious.”

“So is mine,” I rasp against her thigh, nipping the skin there before dragging my tongue up and across her pretty pussy, flicking her swollen clit. “So good,” she says, making me grin against her. Her hand comes down, hitting my shoulder before dragging me closer.

Oh, my girl is so fucking naughty, and I love it.

I lap at her pretty pussy, and her taste explodes in my mouth, replacing the million-dollar meal we’re having, and it’s fucking better. She tastes like strawberries. Groaning, I tighten my hold on her thigh, widening her legs to give me better access as she slides farther down the chair for me.

Dragging my tongue over her clit, I lash it as she grinds into my face before thrusting it inside her. She clenches around my tongue, and my cock jerks. Releasing her thigh, I pull my cock out and squeeze, stroking myself as I lick her. Her breathing is heavy now, and she’s trying to hold back, so I push her, licking her clit until she almost comes, and then I stop.

She moans in protest.

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