Page 42 of Royal Beast
“That’s it, baby girl,” I say, encouraging her climax. “Come all over my hand.”
Her liquid pleasure drips out of her as she bucks hard, coming apart with a few panting breaths.
Once she’s calmed down, the two of us clean up to rejoin the gala. It looks like we’re just in time for dinner to start and we slip into our seats unnoticed.
“Senator, how lovely to see you again,” Darcy says, settling in her seat as she places her napkin in her lap. The senator smiles at her, oblivious to the fact that the two of us just got it on like horny teenagers at the prom.
Once dinner is served, we eat while listening to a few long speeches from politicians hoping to entice us to donate to their campaigns. Luckily, we’ve already gotten to the few people we needed.
After dessert, the tables are cleared away and it’s time for dancing. The two of us join the crowd. I place one hand on her waist, taking her hand in the other. As I begin to lead her around the dance floor, my heart swells. Having Darcy close to me like this is intoxicating.
Was Rory right? Am I going to be able to keep my priority to the family? Am I wrong for promising that, knowing how I feel about Darcy? My heart hammers in my chest as we dance, her long dress swirling around her ankles as I twirl her around. She comes back to me, pressing close to my chest.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, thinking about how perfectly Darcy fits against me, like she was made to be in my arms. When I open them, her blue eyes meet mine, and for a second, I forget everything else. Every reason I’ve kept my distance, every excuse I’ve ever told myself all goes out the window. Right now, there’s just her, looking at me with trust and admiration in her eyes.
Am I making a mistake by holding back?
I’ve kept my guard up, reminded myself time and again that this is supposed to be about convenience, protection, and duty. But as I watch her, relaxed and unguarded for the first time in ages, something in me shifts. Perhaps I’ve been a fool to ignore what’s building between us.
For the first time, I let myself wonder what it would be like to care, to give us a chance at something real. We could be happy together if we allow it to build and grow and stop pushing one another away.
The music fades but the thought lingers, scratching at the corners of my mind, completely impossible to ignore.
21
DARCY
As we head home, the city lights blur past the windows of the limo. Kellan’s hand rests on my thigh, his fingers tracing little patterns as I sit across his lap.
“You were delightful tonight, you know that?” he says, his voice thick with admiration. “Those people couldn’t get enough of you.”
I’m feeling so confident, so bold after tonight. I don’t know what came over me, but being around these people brought out a new side, one that I’d like to explore further.
A blush rises as I feel his gaze linger on me, his eyes bright as he takes me in. I can feel the warmth of his breath, the press of his hand as he holds me to his chest.
“Honestly, Darcy,” he continues, awe in his tone. “You handled them all so effortlessly. They’ll be talking about you for weeks.”
Before I can reply, his mouth brushes against mine in a slow, lustful kiss that melts me into him completely. His hand slides up to my waist, pulling me closer, and for a moment, it’s as if the rest of the world fades away, leaving only the two of us wrapped in each other.
I lean forward and plant a kiss on his chest, nuzzling my face into his neck. He’s already removed his bowtie and unbuttoned the top button, so I take the opportunity to open a few more buttons and run my hand through the downy hair on his chest, giving it another kiss.
Kellan hums, the sound reverberating through me, and I move my mouth to his neck, giving it a playful nip. His arms wrap around me and we kiss again, our lips sliding together as he runs his hands down my back.
I shift to where I’m sitting fully on his lap, grinding against his erection as my hand slips into his shirt, fondling the soft hair on his chest.
“I hope we’re almost home,” he growls.
At that exact moment, the limousine pulls up to the apartment building. Kellan gives me a feral-looking grin full of promise as he hauls me over his shoulder, heading up the stairs and straight to the elevators.
Once we reach the penthouse, he sets me down to unlock the door, then drags me into the bedroom and throws me on the bed. Normally, I’d be all over this manhandling, but tonight I want to do something different. Before he can crawl onto me, I sit up and push him back, a sparkle of mischief in my eyes.
Hiking my dress up, I throw it over my head and lie back on the bed. I spread my legs so I can tease myself. I’m still a mess from earlier so my fingers glide in easily, drawing Kellan’s full attention. A hungry look crosses his features and he moves forward, but I stop him with my foot, holding him back.
“Darlin’,” he complains, reaching down to bring my foot up to his lips and kissing it. “Let me touch you.”
“I’m going to be the one in charge tonight,” I tell him. “I think I deserve it after proving I can handle myself at the gala.”
A slow grin spreads across Kellan’s face and his eyes light up at my words. “I think you’re right, sweetheart,” he agrees. “What would the boss like me to do?”
