Page 162 of My Dark Prince
She shot up, yanked her pink Lady Dior bag off the back of her chair, and hiked it up her shoulder. “You’re not hired, in case you’re wondering.”
“That’s fine.” I smiled, milking Oliver’s cock with my fist, enjoying the way he shuddered, nearly reaching his peak right next to me, completely checked out of the conversation. “I only work with kind people, and you’re not it.”
She made a show of stomping her way out of the room in a blizzard of uncharitable curses. As soon as she left, I pulled my fist from Oliver’s cock. It swung toward his stomach, thumping it comically.
Ollie grunted. “Ow.”
“Tuck yourself back in,” I ordered, trying to appear unfazed as I rose, collecting my sunglasses and phone.
Oliver stared at me, first in a daze, then with unabashed frustration. “You’re not finishing what you started?”
“Please, Oliver.” I rolled my eyes, gathering my laptop into my bag. “You can’t even finish an email. I’m not going to be lectured about finishing anything fromyou.”
“Well, if I don’t finish, my bones will fall off.”
He shoved himself back in his pants, chasing after me as I strolled out of the Magnolia Room and toward the reception area. We’d drawn an audience. I wondered if people around us knew what we’d just done.
Somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I’d spent my entire life trying to be lovable to the people around me. I’d only begun to feel worthy in the last few weeks, when I showed Oliver, Sebastian, and his friends my true, imperfect self.
I poured myself out of the revolving doors. “Sounds like a you problem.”
The young valet returned my smile. A cab slid onto the curb in front of me, the driver signaling for me to get in. Obviously, I couldn’t afford a night at the Grand Regent, so I’d booked a nearby hotel.
Oliver slammed the backseat door before I could slide in. He bracketed me it, a hand on either side of my waist, breathing fire down my face and neck.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He looked feral, baring his teeth at me.
“To my hotel room, to rest. I’m tired after a long day of work. You’d know that if you held a jo—”
“I do hold a job, and we both know that. Now cut the bullshit. Why would my fiancée stay anywhere that’s not my hotel?”
I snorted out a laugh. “Please stop pretending this engagement is real.”
Turned out, I might be the first to blink.
“It is to me. You said I don’t finish what I start? Well, I sure as fuck am going to seal the deal here.”
“You can’t be serious.”
He cocked his head sideways, dead serious. “Why not?”
I felt my neck heat up. “Why would you want to marry me?”
His nostrils flared, and his mouth thinned into a straight line. “If you want to bail on us this time, fine. Your prerogative, I guess. But I won’t be the one to fucking ruin us. Not this time.”
Us? There was nous.
“Briar.”
He grabbed the front of my throat, tilting my head up, ignoring the poor cab driver, who probably knew his identity and didn’t want to rush us. Somewhere in the back of my head, I acknowledged that Oliver and I were always a hot mess in public, and neither of us cared much, because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
“Listen carefully.” His lips went to the shell of my ear. “I have no morals. No ethics. No fucks to give. I may be more put together than I let on, but don’t mistake my productiveness for principles. What I want, I take. And what I’ve always wanted is right in front of me.You. If you don’t want me, you better run fast and hide well. Because once I’ve had a taste of you again, I am not letting you go.”
Before I could get my head straight and answer him, his mouth clashed against mine, hard and determined, silencing my protests. Fireworks exploded inside my stomach. My hands shot out, desperate to push him away. But instead, they betrayed me, clinging onto the labels of his suit jacket.
I drew him closer, urging him to shield me with his taut muscles and imposing height. He opened his mouth, his tongue tangling with mine. I knew, without doubt, that we were being watched.Recorded. My skin prickled with awareness atthe uncomfortable camera flashes, blinding me, even through my closed eyes.
This was bad.
