At first it was too light, but then I realized he was slowly building to something, deliberately drawing this out instead of getting me off as quickly as he could. He kept taking me higher, then letting the pleasure subside, then coaxing more from me again.

I fisted my hands, fighting the wanton part of me that wanted to weave my fingers into the long strands of his white-blond hair. I needed to stay in control. There was too much at stake.

He looked at me curiously. “Why do you fight it, darling?”

I thrashed my head, trying to remember how to form a sentence that went beyond begging him for more. “We shouldn’t be doing this where anyone could walk in…”

His grin was dangerous. “If you still remember where you are, I’ll need to try a little harder.” He ducked under my skirts, and the next thing I felt was the hot, wet slide of his tongue against my core. I gripped the bar harder and spread my thighs wider, feeling reckless and needy. It was like he knew my body better than I did, knew just what to do to make me mindless.

I didn’t know anything could feel this good!

He rolled his tongue over my clit with delicious pressure, holding my hips in place as I shook and moaned. It felt like I was coming apart with sensation, but he just kept going, never so much as pausing as I was slowly stripped of reason, existing only for the pleasure he drew from my body. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. I was so close, so desperately close.

He thrust two thick fingers inside me, and my knees started to buckle. The stretching pressure was intimate and intense, leaving me to wonder for a split second what his cock would feel like, but then I lost the ability to think altogether. I rode out the most intense orgasm of my life, bucking and whimpering as he let me finish, still gripping my hip with one hand to keep me steady.

He stood slowly, meeting my gaze with an expression that was equal parts smug and lustful. Then he slid his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean.

He had every right to be smug. The man was a god of sex. Not that I’d ever had sex, but if there was better than that, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to take it.

“What about you?” I asked in a husky voice I barely recognized.

He pushed me down to my knees. I’d never sucked a cock before, but that didn’t stop me from scrambling to unbuckle his pants.

He knocked my hands away. “Not yet, greedy girl. Turn around and show me how me how wet you are first.”

He leaned back against one of the stools, waiting for me to obey.

When he’d been in control, it had been easy to surrender to him and let it all happen, but this was harder. I bit my lip, hesitating.

“Typical spoiled brat,” he growled. “You promise to be obedient to get what you want, and then you immediately start to disobey. Show me.”

I gasped at the barked command even as I wanted to claw at him for calling me a spoiled brat. I gathered the voluminous layers of my skirt, trying to kneel and hold it all up, but he pushed me forward onto all fours.

“Let me help you,” he said, hiking the skirt up over my back to reveal my bare ass and pussy to him.

He teased a finger inside me. “I bet no one has ever made this pretty pussy come like that.” From the way he said it, he already knew the answer, and I hated him for being such a cocky bastard about it.

“No one has ever made me come, so it’s not exactly steep competition. Do you always fish for compliments?”

He ground his knuckles over my clit, and I moaned without meaning to, giving him yet another wordless compliment he obviously didn’t need. “Seems like your past sex partners weren’t trying very hard.” He rolled his thumb over my clit in torturous little circles as he thrust into me deeply this time. “I could make you come again in seconds.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to moan again. “I don’t have any past sex partners, jackass.”

Fuck, I was supposed to be nice to him, but I could barely remember why when he did that with his fingers. It felt so torturously good.

He went still, and I wanted to cry at the loss of sensation. “You’ve never…?”

I sighed at the disbelief in his tone. “No, I don’t normally run around acting like this. One more thing for you to be smug about, I suppose. Isn’t a virgin bride what men like you value? Should I make you wait until the wedding?”

I was half venting and half taunting, still wanting him to just snap and fuck me right there on the floor.

When he didn’t move, I turned around, but when I reached for him, his watch buzzed. He glanced at it. Then there was a brief second where he looked like he was considering something.

“I have to go,” he said definitively.

My stomach dropped. Now he didn’t want me?

I opened my mouth to question him, but he pressed his damp fingers against my lips. He lifted my chin, his eyes boring into mine. “Demand more for yourself, Juliet.”

What the fuck is going on?

“What…w-was this?” I stammered. Had he been testing me, and I failed? I was too easy? Not experienced enough?

He shrugged. “I told you there’d be a price for my help.”

It felt like the floor had opened under me and I was Alice tumbling into the void.

He strode from the room out of the back entrance without another word.

Angry, confused tears burned my eyes, but I swallowed them back, not willing to fall apart.

I’d barely stood and straightened my gown when the other door opened and my father walked in with a handsome dark-haired man who looked vaguely familiar.

“Kevin, this is my Juliet. Juliet, this is Kevin King.”

I could only stare at them for a horrifying moment, completely lost as to what to say.

Sorry, I thought the other guy was you and I let him go down on me and I’ve just realized I don’t even know his name and ohmyfuckinggod where are my panties?

Accept your invitation here.

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EPILOGUECASIMIR

I’ve chosen my seat in the dingy bar carefully. I can see the entire room, my back is to a wall, and the low light of the place means no one is looking at me too closely.

Ruby sure as fuck doesn’t see me when she waltzes in an hour later. She’s dressed in a tiny red dress that barely covers her ass and has her tits threatening to spill out with every step she takes. No surprise that all eyes in the room are on her.

I sip my beer and watch her work. True to form, she’s opening herself up to whatever trouble comes her way. She leans on the bar, and her skirt rides up. My body goes tight. There’s nothing I want more than to stalk across the bar, toss her over my shoulder, and take her the fuck out of here.

That’s not the game we’re playing.

My hand drifts to the hilt of my knife. It’s all too easy to picture blood spraying the wall from the slit throats of every single person staring hard at the hem of her dress to see if she’s wearing any panties. She’s not. Even the hint of her pussy is more than I want to share with these fuckers.

But we’re not playing that kind of game tonight, either.

It’s a couple who catches her interest, because my girl does nothing halfway. The white woman is petite and even shorter than Ruby, a pretty brunette with a wicked smile and wandering hands. Her man is a white guy who’s muscle for the Sarraf family. I don’t know his name off the top of my head, but I’ve seen his picture in the dossier my family compiled before coming to Carver City. Nothing of note there, which means he keeps his head down and does his job.

I suppose there are worse options she could choose.

They take her to the round booth that’s a step up from the main floor. High enough that I can see under the table without trouble. Jealousy sinks into me, rooting through every part of my body as I watch the woman kiss Ruby’s throat and delve her hand between my woman’s thighs. The shadows are too deep to see her part Ruby’s pussy and press her fingers deep, but there’s enough movement visible that I know that’s exactly what she’s doing.