Page 44 of Keeper

I’m swept up quickly by a couple wearing fox masks. At first, it’s just dancing, moving with them to the slow, pounding rhythm of the music. But then hands start to roam. I feel them everywhere, and not just four. Six, eight, ten, maybe. I lose count. I’m so wet from the attention that when someone — not just someone, it’s never just someone — wearing a red devil mask that covers the top half of his face pulls me away, I’m breathless and flushed.

Draven.

I’d know those eyes anywhere.

My body melts into his, and when the hands of others attempt to return to my body, he snaps his fingers at them once, making all contact cease. The power he has, the possessive way he holds me, the fact that he’s already hard has me so goddamn wet I’m tempted to rid myself of my soaked panties.

“You came,” he comments next to my ear, and all I can do is nod.

I did. I made this choice.

And I don’t want to talk.

I don’t want to think about who’s watching, who might tell, or how many other women Draven has fucked in this very house. I don’t want to think at all.

Tilting my head, I catch him in a kiss that starts off slow. He grips my ass with one hand and the back of my neck with the other, his tongue swiping inside in a way that suggests we have all night. And maybe we do. No one here seems to be rushing anywhere, but I can feel him lose patience more with each passing second. He’s waited too long to have me.

Before I realize what’s happening, he’s lifting me up to wrap my legs around his body and backing me up against the far wall so he can grind himself against me.

We’re not exactly out of sight. No one is paying attention right now, they’re all too consumed by the people they’re touching, the drugs they’ve taken to notice us. But they could. At any moment, someone could look over and see us, see me with a man who isn’t my future husband.

I should’ve left the ring on my nightstand.

Yet none of that is enough to stop me from reaching down to palm him, from snapping the button on his pants and licking into his mouth.

He sets me down carefully, then reaches under my dress as he smiles against my lips, the evidence of how badly I want this shining on his thick fingers. “You’re dripping, little keeper. Let me help you with that.”

Draven slowly kneels down, removing my panties without breaking eye contact. I watch him tuck them into his pocket before he lifts my leg up over his shoulder and lifts my dress, exposing my cunt to him, to the world, to whomever might be watching.

And then he licks me.

It’s just a tease at first, just to see what I’ll do. Just to watch my body twitch, my cheeks flush, my pussy drip a little more. I tangle my fingers in his hair as the world fades until he’s all I see, all I feel.

And then he devours me.

His fingers dig into my skin as he sucks my clit into his mouth, a growl leaving him that travels all the way through my body. “Smell so fucking good!” I’m surprised I heard him at all. “Taste so fucking good!”

I realize then he’s yelling it so I can, so the whole world can hear him as he eats my pussy without shame.

Dray pushes his tongue inside of me and laps up some more before returning to my clit, filling me with two fingers and curling them until my legs are shaking and I’m grinding against his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, hips twitching and heart pounding. I’m close, so fucking close. I want the devil below me to be covered with it, covered withme,my pleasure. Fuck everyone else. It’s my turn. “Don’t—”

Just then he brushes against my g-spot and hums, making me see stars that only exist with the most intense orgasms. My eyes water with my release and the realization that it’s been so fucking long since anyone has put my pleasure first. As my body gingerly comes down from that high, he licks me through it until I’m spent, placing one last kiss on my clit before looking up at me with a smile.

His plump lips glisten with my arousal, snapping something inside me. I grab him, drag him up, and lick the taste of myself from his lips.

I need him. All of him. Now.

He’s lifting me up and carrying me again, only making it to the bottom of the stairs before he’s slamming me against the wall again. “Goddamnit, Sullivan. Do you know what you fucking do to me?”

He kisses me again before I can respond, stealing my breath, my patience. “Yes, I do. The same thing you do to me.”

I slip from his grasp, holding my dress up as I climb the stairs quickly. If he wants to be alone for this, fine, I don’t need an audience — but I’m done waiting.

The look in his eyes when I glance over my shoulder has me tripping on the top step, but he’s on me in a flash, tossing me over his shoulder to take me to the biggest room.

I’m flushed by the time he’s ordered everyone out, not one person from the orgy muttering any sort of protest at the command of their bastard prince, and the power he radiates has me desperate for more.

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