I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never dared to goinside. I barely have time to consider what this means for my virtue as Kaz’s fingertip brushes a spot deep inside me that makes my breath catch.
For a moment, the entire room fills with stars.
“There it is,” he purrs, circling my pleasure point again. My heart races. This is all too much! I can hardly think as my thighs tremble. If he doesn’t stop soon…
Instinctively, a hand flies to my mouth to stifle another moan.
“Something wrong, Ruby?” Kasimir whispers, his lips soft against my ear. “You had no issue acting like a whore before, grinding on me in front of all of these people with your perfect arse. Why so shy now?”
Any words I wanted to say are silenced by another muffled moan as my eyes frantically dart around the room. Nobody is watching us. Everyone is too focused on the heated conversation around the table.
Still, if I finish on Kasimir’s lap like this, they’ll all know. And then, if the mortification alone doesn’t kill me, the real Scarlett Diosa will, when word gets back to her of her ‘performance’ in Night Alley.
“I think you should come,” Kaz hisses.
Wincing, I shake my head. But his touch between my legs is unrelenting. With every stroke, more and more stars close in on my vision.
“Come in front of all of these people,” he growls, circling faster, “like the little slut you are.”
I arch my back. “P-Please, Kasimir,” I breathe.
He tenses, then pauses his strokes just long enough for me to catch his gaze.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, desperation clawing at my words. “Please don’t make me do this. I won’t—” My stomach dips. “I won’t be bad again. Please, Kasimir.”
He blinks, watching me with those intense hungry eyes. Then his lips twitch into a smirk. “Oh, my darling,” he purrs. “How can I possibly refuse you when you ask so nicely?”
I gasp as he slides his hand out from between my legs, the pleasant feeling being replaced by a dull, wanting ache. But I’m not given long to catch my breath. Before I realise what’shappening, Kasimir scoops me up and turns me in his lap, so my side presses into his chest.
With him cradling me like this, my face naturally nestles into his shoulder, and I sigh, relieved.
The darkness along with his intoxicating scent is a welcome relief from the occasional stares of other men around the room.
Here, I can hide. Here, I’m safe. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I don’t dare let go.
“Is she alright?” someone asks over the chatter.
“She’s fine,” Kaz replies gruffly. “Let her rest.”
Exhaling, my eyes slowly close as their conversation continues. But I can’t rest, not here. Not with the ache still throbbing between my legs. Kaz only makes it worse as his fingers lightly stroke my back.
Huffing, I clench my thighs to let out some of the tension. But it doesn’t help much. Instead, I stifle a moan into his shoulder as need pulses through me.
“Ruby,” Kaz whispers again into my ear. “Would you like me to help with that?”
Tightening my arms around his shoulders, I quickly shake my head.
“It’s alright,” he continues. “No one will know. Just hold onto my shoulders. Let me help you.”
Warmth floods between my legs. I should say no – leave here with my dignity intact, or at least the little scraps that are left of it. But I can’t ignore the ache between my thighs, the ache I know he can easily fix.
“Please help me,” I plead into his shoulder.
Kasimir doesn’t hesitate. Continuing to cradle my back with one arm, he slips the other back beneath my skirt, his fingers finding me wet and desperate for him.
I gasp quietly as he dips inside me, his thumb returning to my needy clit.
My toes curl, and stars close in on my vision.
