He purrs, running his hand up and down my dress. “That’s a good girl. Now, see anything you like?”
Killian whispers into my ear, and I close my eyes, biting my lip. My slick drips down my leg, and he presses me closer to his knot.
He stops stroking my curves, bringing his fingers around to my front. He slips his fingers beneath my black lace panties, and I smirk when he pauses.
I bet he didn’t expect lace.
His growl deepens, and he’s in for a real treat when he takes me home later.
“What else are you hiding beneath that sinful little dress, sweet Buttercup?”
Killian dips his finger between my folds, and lights spark when he pinches my clit.
Shit. In public?
This is a nice restaurant. There’s a family eating with their children, but Killian doesn’t care. He’s going to show the world that I belong to him.
Killian doesn’t stop teasing my clitoris, and I’m starting to regret wearing this tight-ass dress.
The more I sweat, then the more it tightens, and I’m pretty sure I’m flashing my nipples to the whole restaurant.
I didn’t wear a bra. I didn’t have to. The dress held my breasts up just fine, and I’m pretty sure they’ve come out to say hello.
“I love what you’ve done with my tracker..."
Killian runs his fingers over the diamond studs of the tracker, and a grin crosses my face. The disgusted look on Mel when I left the store earlier had been so beautiful. I wish I could have taken a picture and framed it.
I may be a prisoner, but I’m sure as hell going to look hot while I’m being held captive by this psychopath.
Killian pulls on the tracker again, cutting off my airflow. He doesn’t stop rubbing my clitoris the whole time, even while I choke, and screw him; I’m about to orgasm.
I’m pretty sure I can hear the irritated huffs of the other patrons. I bet the mother is averting her children’s eyes.
I throw my head back against Killian’s shoulder, moaning in pleasure when I reach my peak. The blood rushes through my head, spreading heat throughout my body, and then a smell of cinnamon saturates the air. Killian continues to strum me like a guitarist, and I bite down hard on my lip.
Finally, he lets go of the tracker, and I suck in a sharp breath, letting the oxygen fill my lungs again.
The restaurant has fallen absolutely silent, and I’m not fucking surprised. I’m afraid to look. I don’t want to see the look of disgust in all the other patron’s eyes.
They know what I am—an alpha’s plaything. They’re appalled by me as they think I am scum.
But holy shit. That had been one of the best orgasms I had, and I’d gladly let Killian do that to me again and again.
Fuck what the masses think.
My face is covered in sweat, and there goes Mel’s hard work. I made her do my make-up earlier too, and when I left the store, I almost resembled a reality TV star. Some paps got my picture, and I felt like a celebrity.
Killian reaches up to wipe the blood from my bottom lip. Then he moves his fingers down my neck and stops at my breasts, pinching at a hardened nipple.
Again, I shudder.
“Good girl,” he whispers, sliding his hand down to my stomach. I’m pretty sure he wipes my slick over my dress, but I’m too aroused to care.
The others pretend as if they don’t know what just happened between us, and I’m grateful. Ted's lip curls as he grips the menu, his fingers turning bone white.
He doesn’t like me, and I can tell that he hates the attention that his boss devotes to me.
Killian doesn’t remove me from his lap the whole time we eat. He doesn’t even let me feed myself as he picks up a slice of pizza, bringing it to my lips.