Page 73 of House of Crimson Hearts
“I will pay you back for this…” she manages as I turn off some of the buttons. She sags in her seat, but this is only round one.
I ruffle my bangs, pulling my hair in front of my face, and I slide around to sit next to her. I tuck my chair in, blocking the underneath of our table from potential onlookers.
“What are you doing?” she says, her eyes wide.
“Upping the ante.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“Upping the ante is always part of the deal, Red, you should know that. Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”
“What? People could see.”
I shrug. “Then they’ll enjoy me making you come, won’t they.”
“Octavia…”
“Yes, Red?”
“You know damn well I can’t resist being watched. You’re cheating.”
“No, I just know how to win. There’s a difference. Now. Spread your legs. I want access to that pretty little pussy of yours.”
She grits her teeth but hitches forward spreading her legs. I edge as close as I can get and then I slide my hand between her thighs.
She inhales a sharp breath.
“Remember… don’t make a sound…”
I hit a few buttons and if I strain my vampire hearing, I can just about make out the buzzing noise of whatever is vibrating inside her. I slip my finger over her clit, and she bounces in the seat.
Her body is instantly hot, a bead of sweat forms on her brow just as the waiter returns.
“Here’s the menus,” he says and lays them down.
“Lovely, thank you,” I say, careful not to look up at him. I flick Red’s clit once, twice, then I push my finger between her folds, drawing her excitement up and over her clit. She sniffs in a sudden breath and sits bolt upright.
“You sure you’re okay, miss?” the waiter says.
She nods frantically but doesn’t open her mouth. I rub her clit faster. Her eyes flutter shut.
“I actually think I know what I want to order,” I say.
“Super. Oh, crap, I’ll just go grab a pen,” he says and vanishes back to the counter.
I hit another button. Then hit it again just for shits and giggles.
Red’s cheeks are rosy, her forehead beaded with sweat and her chest rises and falls so quickly I’m sure she’s about to hyperventilate.
She glares at me.
“Something you want to say?” I purr.
She gives me the birdie. So I press the same two buttons again and whatever is inside her kicks up another notch.
Her lips press tight again. She can’t even hide the fact she’s panting as the waiter returns.
“I’ll have the blood cake, please, and Red… what would you like?”
