Orsa
Stone faced, he led me from the hall, the guests crowing and howling as we walked past them. I blew them a kiss and they roared. I thought perhaps he was angry, but I saw a small smile playing on his lips as we walked through the doorway. We entered the drawing room and he shut the door behind him.
Still gripping my hand, he pulled me against him. I purred appreciatively as I felt his hardness pressing against my stomach through his shalwar.
“Did you enjoy yourself, my stars?” I whispered in his ear, trying to provoke him.
It worked. He lifted me from my waist and sat me on the table, dropping to his knees.
“You’re going to dance with me, now,” he growled.
Putting my feet on his shoulders, he disappeared under my skirt.
I gasped when I felt his mouth on me. He wasn’t gentl
