Revolt (Legends and Love)

Iglance up, meeting Raff’s eyes where he sits next to me, the sleeves of his shirt rolled back to his elbows. His thick, veiny forearms are visible, even in the dull lighting. His dark eyes meet mine, turbulent with his own desire. I glance down, seeing his slacks tented, his hard dick pressing against the zipper there. His hand tightens on my thigh to the point of pain, and desire flashes through me once more.

“Sit still, Reign,” he orders with an edge to his voice. “Please.”

“I can’t,” I murmur.

“Reign, please.” His eyes close as if he’s in pain. “I’m trying really hard to be a good man, but if you keep looking at me like you are imagining me buried deep in your cunt . . .”

“You’ll what?” I flirt.

His eyes snap open, and there’s a tick in his jaw. “I’m a man with excellent control, Miss Harrow, but even I can be pushed too far.” His tone is lethal as he leans in, almost pressing his lips to mine. “And you push that control every second, every single fucking day simply by existing, especially right now, looking as sexy as you do, so eyes on the film. Watch it and sit still before I forget every reason why I shouldn’t touch the pussy begging to be petted.”

“Then pet me. You want me, Raff, and I want you. Fuck your job, fuck who I am, and touch me.”

His hand slides away, gripping his chair as he averts his gaze. “Miss Harrow—”

“Fuck the Miss Harrow shit.” I slide closer, unwilling to compromise on what I want. “Do you want me, Raffiel?”

His eyes snap back to mine, black and filled with a hunger so strong, it steals my breath. “More than you could ever know.”

“Then why are you fighting this? No one has to know in the dark,” I purr. “I suppose Tucker could fulfill this need.”

His snarl makes my nipples pebble against my dress, begging to be touched and sucked by this powerful man, and my thighs are slick with my own need. It’s an empty threat, we both know that, since I would never let Tucker touch me again, but it gets me what I want.

“Such a brat, Reign. Eyes on the movie,” he demands as his hand lands back on my thigh. Turning back to the movie, I almost slump in disappointment.

His hand slides up my dress, the box’s edges obscuring his actions. I bite back my gasp as he leans in, looking to everyone else like he’s whispering about the movie. “Keep your eyes on the screen, baby, and let your new security help you with that little problem.” I shiver as he chuckles. “Be a good girl and open your legs wide for me. Let me touch what you have so desperately been flaunting at us.”

I sit back in my seat, parting my legs. In the dark, it’s naughty, and my heart thumps. Desire spirals through me, even as I control my expression like nothing is happening. I keep my eyes on the screen as if I’m watching the movie as my bodyguard slides his hand up and cups my wet pussy.

I hear the others groan. I know they are watching, and it only heightens my need. This desire has been building since I saw them outside of my pool. These beautiful men are so willing to protect me, to help me shine, and to worship the ground I walk on. They give me the confidence I need to get back out there.

“Fuck, you are so wet for us, Reign, you’re practically dripping. If we didn’t care who was watching, I would drop to my knees right here and lap up the pretty juices you made just for us.” I shudder, widening my legs farther. “I might just do it anyway. They wouldn’t see me on my knees, would they, baby? Even if they did, they would just be jealous, wishing they were getting to taste you.”

“Raff,” I beg as he strokes my folds teasingly, not giving me what I need.

“Yes, baby? What do you want? You want me to make you come? You have flaunted that tight little body since the moment we met, with your pouty lips begging to be fucked and a perky little ass begging to be spanked.”

Fucking hell.

My eyes slide shut, and he stops touching me. “Eyes on the screen, Reign, or I stop. You are here to watch the movie, after all, and I’m here to take care of you, and I will if you are a good girl.”

“Fucking hell, man, you trying to kill us?” Astro asks, and I flinch, almost forgetting they were there. For a moment, I worry what this will change, what everyone will think. Shit, am I reverting back to my old ways by seeking sex to make me feel better? But when Raff grips my pussy possessively, all those thoughts fly away, leaving nothing but desire.

“Focus on me, baby, and only on me. You will know exactly who is touching you, exactly whose fingers you are going to come all over, and then you will stand and clap when this movie finishes just like everyone else, smile, and be polite with your cum sliding down your legs. If you’re good and behave, I’ll let Astro clean you up with his tongue back in the car on the way home. He’s wanted to since the first moment he met you, isn’t that right?”

“Fuck yes,” Astro growls behind me. “Please behave, Reign. I’d die to taste your cunt.”

“Raff,” Dal warns, but he’s just as far gone as I am. It seems we are all giving into this thing between us, uncaring what tomorrow might bring. Life is too short to fear the consequences enough not to act. I want someone simply because they want me, and I love it.

“How does she feel?” Cillian asks. “At least let us live through you.”

“How do you feel, baby? Tell them,” Raff demands, his long, talented fingers expertly parting my folds.

“Wet, so wet,” I whisper, lifting my hips to get his fingers where I need them. “Dripping and begging to be touched. Soft, so soft. Tight.”

They all groan, and Raff flicks my clit, making me moan. It’s hard to focus on the screen, but somehow, I do, even though my attention is fixated on the way his fingers touch me until I’m moaning softly.

“Good girl, that’s a good girl. Eyes on that movie, don’t let anyone else see. This is just for us, isn’t it?” I nod, and he rubs my clit in praise before his fingers slide inside of me, stretching me. Finally.

My head falls back, but a hand grips my hair, using it as a handle to force my head back up.

Dal, I realize. He forces me to look at the screen as Raffiel starts to fuck me with his fingers, thrusting them inside my channel and curving them to rub the spot that almost has me shattering embarrassingly fast.

“I’ve got her,” Dal whispers in my ear, but it’s aimed at Raff. “Make her come.”

“Don’t you dare scream, baby, or I’m going to have to let them all see my fingers buried deep in this pretty pussy because there’s no way I’m stopping now.”

It’s torture trying not to move, but I do as he grinds his palm into my clit with each thrust, fucking me harder until the chair creaks. I lift my hips slightly, riding them. “Fuck, she feels so good. I’m going to fucking spill in my pants like a fucking chump just from fingering her greedy little cunt.”

“I’m not even touching her and I’m going too,” Astro complains.

“She’s close. I can feel it,” Raff murmurs. “Aren’t you, baby? You’re so close to coming on my fingers, surrounded by the rich and famous, and not one of them knows their precious rock princess is being serviced by her bodyguard, dripping onto the chair and ruining her million-dollar dress.”

“Raff,” I whisper, biting my lip. He’s right. I’m so close, so fucking close, and when he adds a third finger, curling them to hit that spit at the same time he grinds into my clit, I see stars. A hand covers my mouth, capturing my scream, while Raff’s fingers still work inside me as wave after wave of pleasure slides through me until I slump.

Raff slowly pulls from my pussy and moves my panties and dress back into place like nothing happened. I’m shaking and so dazed from the pleasure, I almost slide from my chair. I glance at him, and he waits for me to meet his eyes before licking his glistening fingers clean.

“So fucking sweet, Miss Harrow.”

Reality abruptly comes back with the music in the movie.

What have I done?

Do I even care?