Page 41 of Wicked Praise


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“Yes, sweetheart, I do.” Blake pushed against the wall and stepped alongside her. In the main room, he stilled her with his hand on the small of her back and turned her to face him. “Now, how about you tell me what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on. I’m here with my brother for the fundraiser to help—”

“Cut the shit, Ms. Montgomery,” Blake demanded, gripping her hip.

God, she wanted to feel his mouth on hers, tug the straps down on her dress and suckle her nipples as she bobbed on his cock.

“Why do you care?” Bella queried, her eyes drifting away, but he grabbed her chin and forced her eyes to his.

“I don’t know. But I do and I want you on your knees so I can fuck you from behind, knowing none of these assholes will get their hands on you.”

She gasped.

“You would like that too, wouldn’t you?”

“Blake.”

“If I slide my fingers inside your pussy, I’ll get my answer. Do you want me to do that, Bella?”

“Blake, please.”

“No need to beg, sweetheart. My cock is ready. Come home with me,” he voiced with more demand than earlier.

“I can’t,” Bella answered, and he nearly laughed at how little strength her words had.

She wanted this as much as he did.

“Why?”

“I’m seeing someone,” Bella said, flinching.

“Liar.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Bella, your brother has spent the evening introducing you to every rich bachelor in Philadelphia.” Blake growled. “Except me, I might add.”

Bella’s cheeks turned red.

Then a thought struck him. One that made him feel ill, if it were true. There was no way he would sell his sister if he had one. “Bella, is Ward Enterprises in trouble? Is that what this is about?”

“No.” She shook her head repeatedly.

Too fast even.

Jesus, if this was the situation, he wasn’t standing back and letting them marry her off to some asshole.

He’d...what would he do?

“You sure? If it is, tell Ward to call me. I could speak to my family. We might be able to help or advise.”

“Why would you do that?” she asked, her green eyes darting to his.

Yeah, why Blake?

“Jesus, Bella. Maybe because I’m not an asshole. I’m not standing by and watching you be auctioned off to a bunch of men who would write out a fat check and have lifetime access to your pussy.”

“Blake! First, my family would never do that. Second, Ward Enterprises is thriving.” She snapped at him under her breath. “And third, it’s none of your business what I’m doing.”

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