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The man on stage begins speaking about the business’s growth and the dedication it took to achieve it. “We are proud to promote Matt Lane as CEO. With his heart and dedication, this business will soar. Please give Matt a round of applause, come on up!” What heart? I didn’t know he possessed one. My father stands proudly, smiling like I’ve never seen. The very smile I craved from him, I yearned for him to look at me that way. To be as proud of me as he is in this moment. I look at my drink, still full, untouched by my lips. Then I stick my finger in and stir. I can feel my heart pumping with resentment. Jace watches out of the corner of his eye. His hand slides onto my leg, where the slit falls open.

He leans in and whispers, “Be a good girl and stay quiet, while I take away those thoughts.” I swallow hard. He can’t be serious. When his hand slides under the table, his fingers begin crawling up my bare thigh until he slides along the apex of my thigh. My breath catches with desire, lust, and the fear of being caught. His eyes flick to mine when he realizes I’m not wearing panties. I couldn't risk the lines. His jaw flexes hard. I watch as he bites the inside of his lip before he faces forward again, watching my father thank every single person in the room, except me. Jace and I are so close that it would be impossible to see what he’s doing.

Ava turns around, grabbing her champagne from the table, and takes a sip. Her eyes never leave mine. In that moment, Jace slides his finger through my slit, making my eyes drop, making Ava think she’s won; she believes I have backed down from her, again. She couldn’t be more wrong, if only she knew. Jace's strong finger works in and out of me, making my breath catch when he slides it out, running it up to my clit. His eyes shift over to me once more, giving me a devilish grin. His pressure intensifies as he rubs in circles, before sliding back inside. My chest rises and falls as the sensation intensifies. I focus on his finger, and the way he feels inside of me, feeling myself squeeze around his thick, tattooed finger, silently begging for more. I roll my neck and tighten his hand between my thighs, a warning.

The crowd begins applauding; my mind spirals back to where we are as my father starts his descent to our table, and everyone stands. Shit. Jace slowly removes his fingers and stands, pulling out my chair, giving me room to stand next to him. When my father returns to the table, everyone begins shaking his hand. Jace leans forward, placing his hand in my father’s, giving him a big smile, “Well done, Sir.” When my father drops his hand, Jace winks, and it clicks. He just shook my father’s hand with his cum-soaked finger. I don’t know why, but the thought of Jace being demanding with me and subtly giving punches where they are needed makes me weak in the knees.

The cameras around us flash, taking in this precious moment. I nod at my father and take my seat, escaping the photoshoot. I will not bow to him at his highest, when he wouldn’t save me at my lowest. I lean over to Jace, “I am going to the ladies' room.”

Just as the bathroom door closes, Ava pops in. “Look who it is, Loveless Lilla Lane. Looks like Daddy never did find a way to love you.” Ava's dress is a long silver ballgown that shimmers with every movement—her hair in a tight bun, her flawless makeup making her green eyes pop. Continuing to wash my hands, I give her no response; there is none, because the reality is that she isn’t lying. She is simply stating the obvious.

She stands beside me applying her red lipstick, “I’m surprised to see you with Jace. He always did have a thing for charity cases.” Her words crash into my soul, opening the once-healed wounds.

I turn to her swiftly, after taking out my dripping, over-washed hands, I force her to step backwards, until the back of her head bumps into the wall. My arms fly up beside her, ripping the paper towels and making her jump. “Charity case? Me? Ava, you have it so wrong. A charity case is a person who receives assistance, help, someone like you. I didn’t have help, Ava. I didn’t use daddy’s money for anything, unlike you.” My stance towers over her, “I made it without a handout, I made myself into something you only wish you could achieve. All. On. My. Own, and as for Jace–”

There is movement in the doorway. When Ava and I glance up, I take a step back, giving Ava back her personal space. Jace walks in, unbuttoning his dress coat. He looks up, catching Ava’s glare and my scowl. “As for me, Ava, I am with Dr. Lilla Lane because I crave her in a way I never craved you. She is better in every way: driven, successful, self-made. And she tastes so fucking good.” Jace takes his finger, licking off what I assume is the last of my cum. Ava starts towards the door, “It’s in your best interest to leave Lilla alone. She’s mine, and I don’t like my possessions toyed with.” Ava nods and rushes out. Jace follows behind her. When the door shuts, I hear the lock turn and latch. Jace rounds the corner, removing his dress coat and hanging it on the bathroom hook. My eyes scan his body, making my heart race. The longer my gaze strays, the faster it pumps.

Jace’s eyes darken with craving. With each step, he rolls his sleeves, revealing his dark, tattooed forearms. “Tell me who you are, Lilla Lane?” His voice is dark, deep, and driven with desire that fuels my insides, warming me to my core.

I try to find my words, but the closer he gets, the harder it becomes. His body is now flush against mine, pushing me into the counter. “I’m not yours—” His lip twitches as a smirk raises the corner of his mouth, emphasizing his five o’clock shadow.

Jace’s hand snakes up, grabbing the back of my neck. “Let me tell you who I see.” His lips press against my neck. He whips me around, forcing me to look in the mirror. He whispers against me, “You are a strong, self-made woman who brings me to my god damn knees.” Then he slowly turns me around, pressing me against the counter, and he works his kisses around to my mouth, stealing my lips for his own pleasure.

“Then why aren't you on them?” My voice comes out breathless and shaky.

He starts to lower himself, watching me through his dark, hooded eyes. When his knees hit the bathroom tile, my hand comes up, intertwining my fingers through his hair. His lips glide against my inner thigh, creating goosebumps across my body. He places his knees between my legs, pushing them apart. Sliding his soft hand up my dress, his fingers dance just below my bare pussy. I grab his hair, forcing his head up to look at me. “Beg.” Holding onto his hair like my own personal reins, he swallows hard as his Adam's apple bobs.

“Let me taste you, baby.” I pull his hair harder. “Please, let me taste you.” My smile is devious.

“Is that the best you've got?” I’m holding his head firmly in my hand, his eyes darting between mine.

“Lilla, baby, let me make you feel good, release everything, while I eat you like you’re my last god damn meal. Please let me feast, because I can’t control the hunger any longer.” His eyes fight for mine, for my acceptance.

I push his head, adjusting my hold on his hair, “Who am I to say no, after you stood up for me all night, and begged me like the good fucking man that you are. Eat me like I’m yours, like I’m the only thing keeping you alive.” I bite my lip as my words fall softly and demanding. He hikes up my dress fully, setting his face between my legs.

His breath warms my leg, his breath slow and deliberate, his tongue slides along my hot skin. He looks up with hunger as his words come out in a growl, “I’m going to show you just how mine you already are.” His voice nearly has me undone. Without wasting a moment, his tongue slides between my slit, making my legs buckle. A blast of heat overtakes me, chest rising and falling, my knuckles turn white from my hold.

He feasts, like he’s claiming me, giving me no choice but to surrender, and I want to.

His touch is purposeful, demanding, as he moans into me. With one hand, he uses two fingers to open me, giving him full access to my clit. With each pass of his tongue, the pressure intensifies. A moan slips from me, making him push into me harder.

The other hand slides behind my thigh, confidently gliding around my body, finding the pressure point that sends a shock of intensity through me, making my back arch and head drop back. With another moan, he slides his finger into me. His tongue licks me like he’s savoring every last taste, slow and steady. The pressure builds as he moves with the rhythm of my body, riding his face.

I squeeze his head between my thighs, gripping him tighter, “More, Jace. I need more.” At my demand, he adds another finger, stretching me. Moaning and gliding across his tongue, his beard rubs against my thighs, making me sink deeper onto him. I can feel myself using him as a kickstand. As my mind lets go, the thoughts spiral. I want him. I need him. I want him to be mine.

He curls his fingers in me, as his tongue works in tandem with each thrust, and curl, biting and sucking, he summons the orgasm we have both craved. My moans are breathless, heavy, and needy. My hand finds their way back to his hair, moving his head away from my swollen, pulsating bud, “Jace–”

He stands with his mouth glistening with my cum. There is a knock at the door, making us smile. “Who is Lilla Lane? You are my favorite fucking delicacy. Freshen up, I’ll get it. Just remember who you belong to, baby. Who you’ve always belonged to.”

I nod because he did it. He made me fall in love with him, giving up my soul and letting my guard down. I nod because there is no denying how he makes me feel, cherished like I’m all he sees, and worshiped like I’m all he’ll ever need.

Chapter 30

Jace

She was the best god damn thing I’ve ever tasted, like a drug, and I am completely addicted. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to savor her, to take my time with her beautiful pussy, to swim in the taste and the sounds I brought to life. My heart hammers in my chest as I slide on my jacket.

Unlocking the deadbolt, I am face-to-face with her mother. Cruella is right. I wipe off my mouth just a little, making her mother's face turn sour. “Excuse me, I’d like to speak with my daughter, if you're… done.” She looks as though she wants to throw up. Lilla peeks over to the door, eyeing her mother.