Page 144 of Risks of Temptation
I can only imagine what those sisters are going to have to do together.
This world only gets sicker.
The Prime Minister steps in front of us and pulls out the chair for Emilia. "Sit."
She obeys.
He takes the chair on her right. A beautiful Asian woman, the one I assume was gifted to him, sits on his other side.
I take the chair on Emilia's left and pat my lap. "Come here."
Relief fills Emilia's eyes, and she slides over.
The Prime Minister frowns. "Is she going to sit on your lap all night?" he asks then glances at her neck.
Emilia notices it, and her lips twitch.
I'm suddenly glad she wore it.
I trace my name over her choker, staring into her eyes. "If I decide so. I did pay a billion dollars for her."
"And did you decide if her pussy is worth it?"
Bastard.I turn to him. I shouldn't egg him on and feed his obsession anymore, but I can't help it. "No. I underpaid."
He stares at her, licking his lips.
Gustave gives me his look.
He's right. I need to keep proving she's mine.
Emilia's fingers trace the skin on my chest to the top of my button, swirling and sending electric currents through my body.
I turn back to her, fist her ponytail, and tug her head back. I kiss the top of her cleavage while tracing the bottom of her choker with my other hand. "Tell the room who I am."
"My Master," she breathes.
I dip my finger down her dress and over a nipple, circling it.
She whimpers.
"Louder. Who am I?"
"My Master," she cries out.
I push her head to mine and hold it in front of my face. Her blue eyes are brighter. A blush sweeps across her face.
"Are you hungry, ma belle?"
She doesn't answer. Instead, she presses her lips to mine and slides her tongue in my mouth, hungrily kissing me.
When I pull back, her eyes are fiery, and I know what she wants. "Later, ma belle."
She nods and traces my lips with her fingers then slides her hand back to my chest, resuming her swirling.
"Let's get through this mess with the President and enjoy our evening," Louis says.
Before dinner is served, the Prime Minister and Louis agree it's best to assassinate the President when procedures to take over the drug cartels are put in place. Louis already discussed this plan with Gustave and me, but instead of me doing it, he convinces the Prime Minister to order the hit when he gives the green light. When they hold up their drinks to toast to his death, I happily say, "Salud."
