Page 30 of Rubies and Revenge

Her fingers smooth over my jaw to thread in my hair, and she leans in, in, in. Until her lips graze my cheekbone. Until her heartbeat is pulsing through her chest into mine. Until the distance between us is a sliver of space that feels too close and too far. Her words brush against my cheek. “So take what you want, princess.”

I frown and try to pull back, but her hands hold me in place. “But I want you to do it.”

Tamayo chuckles under her breath and settles back against the seat again, her fingers leave my hair and trail down my arm to rest on my waist again. Unbothered again. “I don’t think you’ve earned that yet, hm.”

“Tamayo.” I harden my voice.

She arches a brow. “Take what you need.”

This has never happened before. “Seriously?”

“Sorry, princess.” She rolls her tongue over her molars. “I only fuck good girls who use their words.”

“I did!”

“If you had…” Tamayo murmurs. She hasn’t moved, still laid back against the seat as if Zarina Gallo, mob princess with curves wrapped in gold and sin, isn’t sitting in her goddamn lap. I don’t beg. Not for anyone. Her fingers dig into the top of my ass, pulling the fabric of my dress and making my skirt bunch up even more. At this point, my panties are on full display. And so is the darkening wet spot I would very much like Tamayo to take care of. But she stays stubbornly in place and keeps talking. “I might’ve skimmed my hands up your legs, under your pretty dress.”

Her nails scrape up my back, skimming over fabric until they meet skin. The small tease has me arching my back again, wishing it was everywhere.

“I might’ve brushed my thumbs along the crease of your thighs, played with the hem of your panties.”

My hips roll forward of their own accord.

“How do you prefer it, princess?” She helps me rock, forward and back over the harsh fabric of her trousers, eyes lidded as she smirks up at me. “Slow and teasing? Hard and fast?”

“Tamayo.” My voice is more of a whine than I intend.

“I think you like to tease, be teased. Like to push buttons until your partners snap.” She scratches up my spine as I hold tight behind her neck. My hands burrow under the collar of her shirt again, seek out what little skin I can find as her thumbs slip under the edges of my dress, so close to my breasts that it’s more maddening than igniting. I circle my hips until I find the exact right spot, pressing down and dragging my clit over the seam of her slacks.

Tamayo keeps talking in that low, taunting voice, the timbre vibrating through my body, down to my core. “And when they snap? You lie back while they do all the work. A princess playing at being queen.”

“That’s—no—not true.” I shake my head, breath stuttering.Sweat dapples my brow and gathers at my nape, and my thighs are burning with each undulation of my hips. All I want is her hands on me, flicking my nipple, clutching my ass, finding their way under my dress. Just the thought of it sends shudders through me.

“Look at you.” She scoffs, lifting a hand to brush my hair behind my ear, patronizing. “You barely know what to do without me. Don’t you wish I’d take over?”

I don’t want to agree, but gods,yes. It’s not enough. I need faster, harder,more. I try to snake my hand out from under her collar to do what she refuses, but she presses back and traps it. I try to lean closer, legs widening, body searching for friction, but Tamayo’s hand slides up to grip my hair in a fist and hold me at a distance. I bite down on a whine.

She forces my gaze to hers. “Use your words, princess.”

“Your hands,” I breathe.

“They’re on you.” She traces her free hand down my back.

“No.” I can’t hold back the whine this time, chin dropping in frustration.

“Head up. Look at me.” Tamayo holds my gaze, her pupils blown wide, black swallowing the brown. She tugs my hair, and it sends shivers through my scalp. We’re inches apart, my hips circling, tension gathering in a whirlpool but never cresting into a tidal wave. She guides my face closer, fingers teasing the top of my ass, inches from where I want her. “You look so good riding my thigh. All you ever have to do is ask, Zarina, and I’m happy to help.”

I can’t hold back anymore, can’t stop the word from spilling out of me. “Please.”

A wide, satisfied smirk spreads over Tamayo’s face. “Please what, princess?”

I dig my fingers into her skin, trying to pull her closer. I’ve never begged once in my life, not for anyone, but it tumbles outof me, desperation and want cracking my voice. “Please help me.”

She doesn’t budge. “Help you what?”

I press my clit harder against her thigh, and it jolts up my body, into my throat. “Can’t come, not enough.”

“Good girl.” Tamayo closes the distance between us for the first time since I climbed in her lap and presses a kiss to my cheek. She speaks into my ear, “And what do I do with good girls, hm?”

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