Page 121 of Rags to Royals

Suddenly, I feel overwhelmed. Like I am on the verge of tears, or coming, or laughing, or all of the above. I know it is the combination of being here with him on the heels of realizing I am falling in love.

The emotions are intense and I understand that I’m going to have to make decisions about the future very soon.

And I just want him. All of him. I want to be connected and filled up and to somehow show him that I am new because of him.

I lock my gaze on his. “I was going to be in charge.”

He moves his finger in and out. “You can have whatever you want from me. Always, Scarlett. I just want to be sure you’re ready to take me. I want it to always feel good. No pain. Just pleasure.”

The emotions surging are a combination of love and happiness, and also the need to show him how he’s helped me. I want him to know that I am bolder because of him. And that I fully trust him. And suddenly I know what I want to do.

I push back, slipping off his lap, his finger sliding out of my body.

He frowns. “Scarlett?—”

There’s something we haven’t done before. But I think we will both like it a lot.

I move back across the tub, not breaking eye contact.

“You’re right. I need to be ready to take that huge, amazing cock. Deep and hard.”

The heat in his eyes flares. “What are you?—”

I lift myself up on the edge of the tub. It’s plenty wide enough. The way the tub is set into the wall, it’s up against the window. It’s tinted so that if there was someone outside in those trees, they still couldn’t really see in, but it gives the illusion that we’re exposed. The ledge could easily hold dozens of candles, spa supplies, a wine bottle and glasses. So there’s plenty of room for me to sit.

I prop one foot up on the ledge, letting the other dangle in the water.

My body wet and glistening in the soft light, my legs spread open, I slide my hand down my stomach to my pussy.

“Just want to be sure I’m ready.”

His gaze is locked on my hand between my legs. His jaw is tight.

I glide my finger over my clit and suck in a little breath. This is hot not only because I’m touching myself, but because of the way he watches me. I really do feel like I’ve put a spell on him. I feel powerful.

“I think I need an orgasm before I ride you,” I tell him. “You always fuck me so deep, I need to be nice and wet and hot to take you.”

In the past, it has definitely been Cian who has done most of the talking. But I love the way he grips the edge of the tub, and the way his chest lifts and falls with his ragged breathing.

But he doesn’t move. He’s letting me do this. Take this control.

Oh, yes, having the power to affect this man is definitely addicting.

I circle over my clit, then slide my finger into my pussy. I usually use a vibrator, so I’m not as used to getting myself off with just my fingers, but I certainly know what feels good. And I can judge by Cian’s face how it’s going for him.

“Your fingers are thicker. I do like it better when you finger fuck me.” I add a finger.

“Jesus, Scarlett,” he grinds out.

“Are you okay?”

“Get that perfect pussy off so you can get over here and fuck me,” he says, the words bitten off.

Oh, that helps. I feel my pussy clench around my fingers.

I move them in and out, but it is hard to reach the spots that he gets to. I drag my fingers out and up to my clit, circling and pressing.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commands. “Spread your pussy so I can see.”

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