Page 39 of The Assassin's Dancer
With a huff, I shift on his lap, sliding closer towards his hips. The movement makes Kaz groan quietly, but I don’t care. If it weren’t for him, I’d be at home in the palace, fast asleep in my soft silk bed.
Scowling, I shuffle again, still trying to find a comfortable position. But then my breath catches as my backside brushes something firm, and rapidly growing firmer, beneath his belt.
“Ruby,” he warns, tugging my ear towards his lips. The other men around the table are far too engrossed in their conversation to notice my chest heaving as Kaz’s hand tightens on my thigh. “Behave.”
I freeze, swallowing hard. But then my anger from before returns, clawing up my throat and burning more fiercely than ever.
Ifhe’sallowed to make me uncomfortable – to drag me into this room, call me simple, and keep me like a pet on his lap – why can’tIdo the same?
With an innocent smile, I keep shuffling. To anyone else, it looks like I’m just getting comfortable, but to Kasimir – my intentions are crystal clear as I slowly and deliberately roll my hips against his growing length.
“Ruby,” he says again, but this time it’s more desperate.
“Something wrong?” I murmur innocently.
Kaz squeezes my thigh, hard enough to make me gasp. “This is your final warning,” he hisses. “Don’t forget what I told you inyour bedchamber. Princess or not, you want to act like a whore? I’ll treat you like one.”
Behind my ribs, my heart thrums. I really should stop. Kasimir isn’t the type to make idle threats, and I seriously doubt any of the men here would complain if he lost control and took my virtue right here on this table.
But now I’ve got bigger problems to deal with. The warm feeling I’ve been able to ignore until moments ago has grown into a pulsing need, burning stronger with every roll of my hips.
“Ruby, stop,” he growls, inhaling into my hair.
My breath quivers. “Make me.”
I regret the words immediately.
Clearing his throat, Kasimir adjusts his position, shoving me away from his cock, but still keeping my legs spread over his thighs.
For a moment, I fear I’ll just have to ignore the desperate heat between my legs – that is until Kaz’s hand, the one that was previously occupied with squeezing my thigh, slips silently beneath my skirt.
I gasp. Suddenly I’m so focused on the way his fingers tease the edge of my stockings that I barely notice the conversation halting. Around the table, men shoot me confused looks.
“You’ll have to excuse my fiancée,” Kasimir addresses them smoothly. “She sometimes finds business conversations distressing.”
My head clears just enough to scowl, but once again the men ignore me, chuckling between themselves before returning to their discussion.
Although my scowl vanishes as Kaz’s fingers slip further up my thigh and beneath my bloomers. Slowly, he draws closer to my heat, pausing heartbeats away from my entrance just as a moan threatens to escape my lips.
“Hush now,” Kaz warns under his breath, his other arm forcing me close to his chest. “If you let any of these pricks hear you come, I’ll have to kill them.”
My lower lip trembles. He wouldn’t, would he? More importantly, why does that comment not scare me, like it should? Instead of feeling fear, I feel… warm. Safe.
Exhaling, my back arches into him, and I let my head rest against his shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut.
“There’s my good girl,” he whispers while dragging a finger across my drenched core.
I shiver. But somehow swallow down another moan as he continues to stroke my walls.
“You’re taking your punishment so well. Such a good girl, Ruby,” he purrs, pausing by my entrance. Then, without warning, he buries a finger inside.
My eyes fly open. Before I can yelp, Kaz cradles my chin and smothers my lips with his. Any sound I would’ve made dissolves into heart flutters and the softest moan as he kisses me.
Thankfully, no one else at the table pays any attention to us. They’re all too busy arguing about something, and I’m far too lost in the dark scent of leather to listen to any of it.
“Breathe, Ruby.” Kaz pulls away before swiftly returning me to his warm chest.
While his finger explores my walls, his thumb teases my aching clit.
