Landon
I t was growing harder and harder to remember she wasn’t mine.
Watching her make her way out of the bathroom on shaky legs, knowing every shift and play of her features was because of me, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The crimson streaks in her hair did something sinister to my brain. Not to mention the effect it had on my dick.
I’d wanted to throw her on the bed and bury myself inside her right then.
But I couldn’t.
I had a job to do, one I would succeed at based solely on her own merit. She didn’t need my help to win this, not really. Kingston had been right about her.
She thought differently than anyone else here—saw the world through a different lens. One sharper than any of us at Camelot Court had been taught to look through.
She was hungry.
She was relentless.
And somehow, she remained light and free.
When she taunted me, I found myself torn between playing a role and playing along. I found myself wanting to laugh at myself with her.
I hadn’t felt that way with another person since…
I couldn’t even remember the last time.
Locking eyes with her across the crowded room, I crooked my finger at her. The exasperated huff and look she sent me went straight to my dick, too. I liked that she didn’t water down her reactions for me.
So many people in Camelot Court walked on eggshells around me. It had been refreshing to find someone unafraid to call me out. Unafraid to deny me.
And unafraid to give in…eventually.
I looped my arm around her waist and pulled her into my chest, the remote in my pocket practically begging for me to push her. The thought of seeing her face flood with heat, seeing the flush creep over the swell of her breasts—my dick twitched in my pants, like the poor bastard couldn’t help but reach for her.
Her breaths came out in tight, controlled little pants. My Maiden wanted to come.
But she was hellbent on being a good girl.
My good girl.
I wanted to see just how well she could follow the rules.
Spreading her legs, I slipped mine between her thighs. When I jostled the toy deep inside of her, she moaned. My cock swelled, and I bent my knee to seat her firmly on my leg, letting her wriggle a bit until she found a comfortable spot.
Then, I clicked the vibrator on, keeping the setting low.
Her eyes widened, and she trapped her bottom lip between her teeth. Pressing her forehead into my shoulder, she breathed in and out through her nose. She fought off the release, her fingers gripping my biceps as she clutched me to her.
Apparently, the toy came with many benefits.
Her breasts pressed into my chest, and she lifted her eyes to mine, begging silently.
“Tell me,” I ordered.
“I want—Can I please come?”
Arching a brow, I stared down at her and fought not to smile. I wanted to lick the beads of sweat gathering at her temples.
She gritted her teeth in response. “Can I please come, Sir?”
“Not yet.”
Clicking the remote off, I tightened my grip as she pitched forward, crying out with frustration. As if she didn’t know I planned to make every moment of this torture worth it.
She bit down on my lapel, her body shaking with the need for release.
“Such a good girl.”
As she shuddered in my arms, I pressed my lips to the top of her head, feeling something unexpected under her hair.
A faint ridge—a scar, maybe?
I’d have to explore that later.
“,” she panted.
And fuck— the way she panted my name like a plea was almost enough to make me come. I was ready for this god forsaken party to be over so I could take her back to my room and have my way with her. But as much as I wanted to leave, Kingston wouldn’t be pleased.
He wanted to see her. Spend time with her. Dance with her.
And I couldn’t tell him why I hadn’t wanted to bring her here at all.
Since I couldn’t get out of it, I’d decided to give her a little gift, so when he had her in his arms, at least I’d know there was something from me still with her. Inside her and driving her crazy. Making her question every single one of her life choices.
Doing, to her, exactly what she did to me.