Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
She stiffens in my arms, and I take the opportunity to lift her and pull her across my lap. “So why are you protecting me, then? Why didn’t Kai send someone else to watch me?”
I shrug and trail my fingers up her thigh until I meet the hem of her dress. “I don’t know, but for now, you’re all mine, and I believe I’m owed for protecting you a little bit ago.”
Her forehead wrinkles as she meets my eyes. “You mean from the prostitute I could have knocked out with one punch? You didn’t save me; you saved her. And she looks more than happy to pay you in whatever way you see fit.”
I shift her on my lap so she’s straddling me. “Not happening, but in my mind, you owe me for saving you at the bar, at your house, and all the time in between I’ve kept you safe.”
Her mouth drops open, and I immediately stick two fingers inside and hold her chin with my thumb. When her eyes blaze and her teeth push against my skin, I shake my head softly. “Nope, you bite me, and I bite you back. Keep that in mind.
Gently, I shove the table with my free hand to give her some space and slide her to the floor.
She swallows hard, and her tongue slides along the underside of my fingers. I’m still hard from kissing her earlier, so it’s nothing to ensure the table is covering us both as I unbuckle my pants.
I gently remove my fingers from between her lips and use both hands to get my aching dick out. “Now, be a good girl and suck it.”
Her eyes blaze as she stares up at me from the darkness around my legs. “You have got to be kidding me?” But even in her anger, I can see the pink in her cheeks, the way she licks her lips like she can’t help but give herself a taste.
“Go ahead. I’m not the kind of man you want to owe a debt to.”
She leans in, and my cock twitches as her warm breath fans over it. “Why are you making me do this?”
I pull the ring from my jacket pocket and show it to her. “Because you made it perfectly clear you are fine with selling yourself for protection, so why should he get the benefits and none of dealing with your bratty mouth? At least now, when I deal with your bratty mouth, I’ll get some benefits too.”
She glares again. “I fucking hate you.”
I sprawl again, looking completely at ease to anyone who might wander by our table. “You can hate me and suck my dick. They aren’t mutually exclusive. We don’t have all night, Princess.”
She scowls again and roughly grabs me but pauses like she expects me to admonish her. I don’t. There’s nothing she can do to me that hasn’t been done to me countless times before, in both pleasure and pain.
It takes her another minute of working herself up to lean over and take the head of me between her lips. I keep my face neutral, composed. This is nothing more than a business arrangement, after all.
She slides down my length as far as she can, and I resist the urge to thrust up to get deeper into the warm dream that is her mouth. When she adds her hand, I can’t keep my knees from shaking.
Just as I’m about to reach down and haul her off me, someone slides into the booth on my right.
I glance up, a fuck off already on my lips when Ivan gives me a wide smile. “Well, where’s the little princess you’re supposed to be babysitting?”
16
SELENA
I don’t know if staying where I am or climbing out from under the table is the best option. I’m still holding him, his dick between my lips and my hand on his shaft.
It would be a lie to say I hate this. What I hate is that I can’t hear a word they are saying over the music. After the first few words, they pitched their voices low, too low to hear from my vantage point.
I lean forward and suck him deep. Fine. If he wants to keep me trapped down here, I’ll make him pay for it. Let’s see him have a business meeting while I suck his soul out through his cock.
My knees ache, so I shift to take some of the weight off and get a pinch on my arm for my effort.
The bastard. I scrape my teeth gently from as far as I can get up his shaft until I bite gently on the head and pop him out of my mouth. If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t pinch me again. It would be too easy to shove his legs aside and climb out from under the table. Something tells me he wouldn’t enjoy explaining this situation to my brother. To be fair, neither would I.