Chapter 229

Emmeline gazed at him challengingly, sure he wouldn’t like this one and trailed her fingertips over the hard planes of his chest. “I want you to beg me to let you fuck my mouth.”

The lethargy vanished from Zavian’s eyes as his hand tightened around her waist, giving her a glimpse of his simmering irritation before his tongue formed the words, “Are you messing with me now?”

Emmeline shook her head and waggled her finger at him wryly, obviously brash from the alcohol. “No, no, no.” Her tone turned serious. “I’m not messing with you, Mr. Blackthorn. You must beg me to give you my mouth. If you refuse, you’ll have to help yourself.”

She dragged her lips down the column of his throat in a seductive caress, feeling his breathing turn ragged. “Just imagine what awaits you inside my mouth. Is your pride really worth sacrificing such pleasures?”

Zavian pinched his brows together in frustration at her taunting. “You’re playing with fire, little girl.”

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