Page 18 of Wicked Praise

“Answer the question.”

“Last week.”

“Liar.” Blake smirked as yet again she obeyed him.

“Why does it matter?” Bella asked, her eyes shying away from his.

“Because, sweetheart.” Blake took a step closer, his hand brushing across her thigh, causing her breath to hitch. “I am going to fuck you tonight. I’m going to show you what real pleasure is, and you are going to be a good girl and do as I tell you.”

She would.

He’d known from the moment he’d watched her on her knees in the museum. That spark when he’d instructed her to wear something sexy for him. She might not know what she wanted yet, but he’d show her.

Bella swallowed slowly as he trailed his finger along her soft, bare thigh.

“Part your legs,” he ordered and when they softened and a gap appeared, he smiled. “Beautiful. You are very receptive.”

“No, I’m not,” she whispered.

Blake let out a soft snort, then nodded across at the maître d’, removing his hand from between Bella’s thighs.

For now.

“Put the meal and our drinks on my account,” Blake said. “And tell our guests that we’re leaving.”

“Yes, Mr. Dufort.” The man nodded and left.

“I can’t go home with you, Blake,” Bella said, as he guided her off the stool. Their coats were handed to them, and she lifted her arms as he slid hers on.

Fuck, she had no idea how compliant she was.

And how turned on he was.

“Tell me all about it in the car. My driver is outside,” Blake said as he put his hand on the small of her back.

He shot Taylor a glance over his shoulder on the way out, and the two men nodded at one another.

Bella was just what he needed tonight.

An intoxicating distraction.

And he was going to enjoy every inch of her.

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