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I mean it. I wish I could remember who it was. The doctors said I had chosen to block out most of that day to protect myself, but a small part of me often wishes to find that person and thank them.
Alaric caresses the back of my hand with his thumb.
“No one will ever hurt you again, Layla. No one will lay a finger on your head, or Zoey’s for that matter. I promise you that.”
I feel a burning need to tell this man, this beautiful stranger who saved my sister, saved me, and irrefutably changed my life that I love him—that I’ve fallen madly in love with him. The only thing that keeps me from saying those words is my fear that he doesn’t feel the same.
“Don’t look at me like that, wife. Not if you’re not prepared to deal with the consequences,” he warns.
“And just how exactly am I looking at you, husband?” I murmur, licking my lips. The space between us heats, and the sadness changes, morphing into need that we are both clearly feeling.
“Like you’re starving for my cock and not the steak on your plate,” he answers unashamedly.
I choke on my wine, my cheeks blazing with heat. His piercing gaze has me shifting in my seat, and my clit throbs for his attention as I remember the way his huge cock feels inside me.
“You’re still doing it,” he growls under his breath.
“Am I?” I bat my eyelashes at him flirtatiously.
“You want to play, baby girl?” He cocks his brow.
“Depends on the game,” I lick my lips.
“Get on your knees,” he orders, those blue orbs narrowing dangerously.
“What?” I croak, thinking I must not have heard him right. “You mean here? Where everyone can see?”
“I don’t care. You either get on your knees so I can feel that pretty mouth of yours on my fat cock, or I’ll bend you over this table right now and fuck your sweet cunt. Your choice, Layla, but I won’t ask you again.”
My heart races at the threat in his eyes. I look around and see that everyone here is either distracted by the conversation they are having with their dates or too involved with the delicious food on their plates. I do as he says and slowly lower myself to the floor in front of him. The huge bulge in his pants tells me he’s as eager and needy as I am.
“I’m waiting, Layla,” he whispers, weaving his fingers through my hair. I run my tongue over my dried lips as I unzip his trousers and free the monster that was hiding underneath. I smile when I see he’s commando, giving me easy access to him. With my gaze fixed on his, I swipe my tongue up the large vein on the side of his cock. The little hiss he lets out fuels my desire for him, and within seconds, my lips are wrapped around his huge shaft, sucking him for all I’m worth.
He curses under his breath and digs his fingers into my scalp, pushing my head down to take him deeper. I relax my jaw and throat to swallow him as far as I can, rubbing my thighs together with the salty taste of him on my tongue. Feeling them slick with my own desire, I want to push him to see if he really would fuck me here, but I also want to feel him explode down my throat.
“I love fucking your mouth almost as much as I love fucking that tight, dripping pussy of yours,” he whispers lovingly as he slams down my throat.
Tears begin to form at the corners of my eyes, threatening to ruin my makeup, yet I can’t find it in me to care. All I want is to make this man, this beautiful man before me, feel as good as he makes me feel every day. His cock swells in my mouth, and I grip his base with my hand as I jerk him off. My core feels so fucking empty without him, needing him and only him. Still, I persist, sucking him, licking him, and letting him thrust into the back of my throat until my tears fall down my face. I may be the one who’s on my knees in a busy fancy restaurant where anyone could see, yet I feel so powerful it’s intoxicating. Me, a girl who had a shitty start in life, is making this god of a man succumb to her every desire. When his grip on my hair tightens, I know he’s close to coming undone. I speed up my tempo, giving him all of me, and soon his cum drips on my tongue. I milk him dry and swallow it all, feeling absolutely victorious as I lick his cock clean.
Alaric lifts me up and sits me on his knee, and my eyes widen in alarm when he shoves his hand between my thighs. I grab hold of his wrist, stopping his assault, and rip a deep growl of frustration from his throat.
“Everyone will see,” I explain softly, releasing my hold on him.
“Let them. Let them all see that this pussy is mine and I can take it when I want, wherever I want,” he retorts, inching closer to my soaked core.
When his fingers brush my slit, my eyes roll into the back of my head, and I stop objecting. He lets out a soft curse when he finds that I’m not wearing any underwear either.
“See? You want this just as much as I do. Why fight it? Why fight us?”
“I don’t want to,” I whisper.
“Then don’t,” he says, spreading my legs wider until I’m completely open for him, leaning back into the table to give him better access.
His deft fingers begin to toy with my clit as he nibbles on my neck. His touch feels so good, like a piece of heaven on earth, but as my greedy pussy begins to beg for his touch, my breathing becomes more erratic.
“That’s my girl. Fuck my hand, baby. Show every last motherfucker in here who you belong to,” he snarls.
With his order still hanging in the air between us, I do just that, fucking myself with his fingers. We can both hear the sound of my arousal as Alaric pushes two fingers inside me and starts thrusting into my pussy, my juices dripping all over his digits. I’m sure I’m going to leave a puddle on his pants, but judging by the heady stare Alaric is giving me, he couldn’t care less. All he wants is for me to come. My orgasm is just as vital to him as his own, if not more so. When he adds another finger, I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from wailing. He always feels so good, be it his fingers, tongue, or cock. Everything this man does drives me wild with desire.
