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It was hard, but I made myself lift my gaze to his, silver eyes pulling, and retaining all my attention. His hand was still right there.

"Do you believe I'd leave your vulnerable friend with someone I didn't trust?"

I shook my head.

"Exactly. Be a good little witch and open for me."

I couldn't believe he was asking me to do that right here. Then again, this club was full of people outrightfucking.

"Not—Everyone else will see."

He smiled, the hand not between my leg guiding me backward, again and again, until my back hit the dark, cool marble behind the bar.

We were still in public. There were people right behind us, dancing, and laughing, and fucking.

His fingers curved past my panties, pushing them aside, and I just didn't…care.All that mattered was feeling more.

Lucian was as much of an expert at fingering pussies as he was in almost everything. He exercised his mastery at alanguid pace, taking his time, and yet, those two fingers dancing in and out of me were slowly and surely driving me closer to the edge.

"Please!" I demanded, practically sobbing.

"Be a good girl and I'll give you what you want, love. All you have to do is come for me first. You can't take my cock until you're drenched. And I'll let you come the moment you admit that you came here to get fucked."

I'd seen his cock. He was absolutely right. It didn't change the fact that I wanted itnow. Instead of letting him dictate this, I reached for his belt.

He laughed, grasping my wrist and lifting it overhead. "Oh, no. I think you've had more than enough freedom for one day. Look what you did with it. Put on the shortest dress known to man and flaunted your ass at Pan's."

I gasped. "You're punishing me?"

"I don't know." His smile did not thaw the ice in those silver eyes one tiny bit. "Did you do anything that deserves punishment, love?"

I struggled against his firm grasp. "If you're not going to fuck me, I’ll find someone who will."

"Yes, that much is clear. But can they give you what you crave? It's my cock that got you this worked up, darling. Is anyone else going to satisfy you?"

I could only glare, because he was right, the dick.

"Come for me. That's all I ask."

"Thenmake me," I demanded.He was purposely not increasing the pressure or the speed. "Unless you can't," I say, switching tactics. "Maybe the great Lucian Regis has no idea how to satisfy a woman."

"Hm, maybe. One way to find out."

He knew. He was fucking spectacular at it, I could tell. If his teasing remained superficial, it was because he wanted to drive me insane as fucking payback for coming here.

"I did not come here for sex! I didn't know it'd be this intense. Silver wanted to come," I insisted. It was true.

"And you could absolutely not wear something else?"

"Maybe I wanted to feel pretty after the guy I just blew told me to not bother showing up the next day!" I snapped.

Fuck. I hadn't meant to say that, but the words were out.

Lucian leaned into me, bringing his mouth right under my ear. "Good girl," he said, lips locking around my earlobe. Then he let go of the hand locked over my head and pressed his middle finger—the one with his platinum signet ring—right against my clit.

I screamed.

The ring was warm and he moved it in circles, pressing it harder, right there.