Ruthless Empire (Royal Elite #6)(60)

I watched porn once. Just that one time after being intrigued by all the praise Ronan and Xander have for it. I wasn’t impressed. It seemed staged and fake and all the sounds they made turned me off.

This isn’t porn. This is…humans at their truest, rawest, most real form.

I don’t realise I’ve stopped walking until Cole tugs me by the hand to sit me beside him on one of the plush chairs.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” His hot breaths cause my skin tingle as he whispers into my ear.

I want to call him sick for having such voyeuristic tendencies, but I’m too enthralled by the scene to build my defences.

The ecstasy on both their faces grips me by the gut and I couldn’t look away even if I tried.

My nipples tighten against the dress, and although the cloth isn’t a harsh material, it feels like they’ll cut through it.

A strong hand clutches my thigh and I jolt as a zap of arousal flashes through me. I slowly focus on Cole, on his shadowed face and cut lethal, yet handsome, features. My eyes are so droopy, I’m not sure he can see them.

“You want me to relieve that ache, Butterfly?” His hand sneaks under my dress, up my thigh, electrifying my skin along the way.

I part my legs. I don’t know why, but I just do. It could be the different setting or the couple’s groans, how he’s pounding into her and owning her.

I want that.

But not with just anyone. Only Cole.

“You know, it’s not obligatory to remove your underwear around here,” he muses.

“Then why did you?” I’m so turned on, my voice turns breathy.

“Because it gives me straight access to this.” He dips two fingers against my folds and I moan, my heart lurching in my chest. “You want me to finger you?”

I open my legs farther in answer.

“You’ll have to do something better than that.”

I stare at the couple, then at Cole’s arm disappearing under my dress, and I don’t think as I slip my hand into his trousers and grip his thick, hard cock.

A groan slips free from Cole’s throat as I work him up and down. I’ve never done this before. I’m being driven by pure instinct and the need for more. I do it fast and strong because I suspect Cole wants everything intense.

“Ah, fuck.” His voice is filled with lust as he circles my clit. “I love your hand on me, but you have to say the word for me so I’ll finger you, Butterfly.”

The woman’s moans echo louder as she screams, “Harder…harder…harder!”

“C-Cole, please…” I pick up my pace and he finally thrusts his fingers inside me.

Three in one go.

I nearly collapse from the sensation alone. I don’t stop working him up and down as he pounds into me in a rhythm that matches the man’s.

I can’t see their faces because of the masks, but I can feel the passion, the raw claiming, and I moan with her. I arch my back like her.

My whimpers fill the space as I focus not only on my pleasure, but also on Cole’s. I’m going to bring him to orgasm, I’m going to be the reason…

He hooks his fingers inside me and teases my clit. I fall apart around him, my thighs shaking and my moan mixing with his groan.

At first, I think he has come too, but he didn’t. He stands up with my hand still around his cock. “Put me in your mouth.”

My thighs shake at the image as I part my lips and guide him inside. I can’t stop staring at him, at the rippling of his chest muscles and his God-like presence. I only glide my tongue over him a few times before he comes all over my tongue. His cum drips down my lips and chin.

He gathers it with his thumb, his eyes shining with raw possessiveness as he smears it over my lips.

“Hmm. You look marked and mine.”

Cole thrusts his fingers inside my mouth and makes me swallow every drop. He licks his fingers that were inside me at the same time.

As I stare up at him, I realise two things.

One, he’s ruined me for anyone else.

Two, I’m screwed.





25





Silver





We don’t go home right away.

Instead, Cole says we have to eat. When Derek showed because I might have forgotten to text him, Cole told him to find a way to drive my car back as I was going with him.

All the way, he’s been trying to finger me under my skirt because I stole my underwear from his trousers when we changed back. I’ve been slapping his hand away, to no avail.

But that’s the thing about Cole. He never gives up. If he wants something, he doesn’t stop.

Not even close.

We end up at a secluded restaurant that’s not on the main street. It’s like he knows all the hidden areas, which shouldn’t be a surprise, considering the secret life he’s leading through that club.

My core still tingles in remembrance of that couple, of their ecstasy — and mine.

It’s an experience I’ll never be able to forget. I never knew I liked voyeurism until I came undone around Cole’s fingers. He’s slowly but surely ruining me.

The restaurant is Italian and has wooden decor with tables and chairs in the shape of trees. We settle across from each other and order wood-fired pizza. I placed an extra order of French fries with mayonnaise.