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Strangely, Rose and Bourbon were missing from the table, their two seats empty like missing diamonds in a ring setting.
Had Rose tried to get my attention?
My cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red at the thought. I’d been so mesmerized by the opulent food and Coulter’s touch, I hadn’t noticed them leave.
Coulter's hand trickled higher under my dress, his fingers tickling across the lace of my softness.
"Open your legs, Aster," he murmured against my ear, and I obeyed, unable to stop myself.
And, even though he went back to talking to some guy named Massimo and Nero, who was growing more and more agitated, even though I could see Torian with his signature flower trying to capture my gaze meaningfully, I held my breath, not moving, as Coulter's finger slipped under the line of my panties. Parting my pussy lips, he began to stroke me.
Oh. God.
Fire blazed through me. I was already wet.
I wanted him to stop. God, did I want him to keep going.
I was amazed no one even glanced at his hand, mostly hidden by the tablecloth, but if anyone really wanted to, they would be able to see.
I was vaguely aware of the commotion at the end of the room, the whispers that began in a trickle and slowly swelled through the room.
Then, as Coulter inserted two fingers up inside me, pumping up into me, my bald, beefy guard walked up to Nero to whisper in his ear, placing something in his hand.
"Well then, find them," Nero snarled, banging his hand on the table.
I vaguely registered that he'd slammed down a syringe needle, and that the cake was being brought from the back of the room through the crowd. That the mood of the room was shifting from curiosity to alarm.
Were Rose and Bourbon missing?
What was going on?
I tried to care, I really did.
And just as I opened my mouth to ask, Coulter inserted another finger up inside me, pressing against my clit with his thumb.
Oh my god, I was going to come, right in front of everyone.
I clutched the table, my insides screaming, my whole body flaming with need.
And yet, I needed to find Rose.
I moved to stand, knowing Coulter would have to pull out if I did, but his other hand came down on my hip, squeezing it. His voice was a growling demand. "Stay."
I stilled, surprised by the commanding sneer in his tone. He leaned forward, shoving a third finger up inside me roughly as he bit out in my ear. “You're not thinking of leaving, are you Aster?"
My lips parted as he fucked me relentlessly, trying to speak. “I—I wasn’t, I mean, I was going to tell you--”
"You were going to run, Aster.” I could hear the hurt in his voice, the low growl that betrayed his pain, “You betrayed me. For that, you need to be punished. You're not leaving. Not if you want to save your sister.”
My breath left me in an exhale. I was speechless.
Coulter continued to fuck me with his fingers and I could only clench around him, biting down on my lip to keep myself from moaning.
Then, the baker made it to the front of the room, carting the large cake in front of him. It was white, with a strawberry sauce, dripping from all sides.
I vaguely registered his eyes wide in fear as he stared, not at where he was walking, but at the cake.
Nero jerked to his feet with a growl, grabbing the microphone at the table.
