The Beast (Wicked Villains 4)

Gaeton looks away as if gathering himself. “Then prove it by being good tonight.”

Be good by being bad. Obey by disobeying. The conflicting feelings crash through me, sending my desire to new heights. “I promise.”

Aurora chooses that moment to walk up on the other side of the bar. “Want to learn to make the special?” She smiles at me, a hint of sin in those pink-painted lips. “First drink’s on me.”

Chapter 21

Isabelle

I glance at Beast and Gaeton for permission. “Can I? Pretty please?”

Beast lowers his brows, but I know him well enough to see the heat lurking in the blue depths of his eyes. “Be good, princess.”

“I will. I promise.” I’m both lying and not lying and my body buzzes with anticipation as I round the bar to take up position next to Aurora. There isn’t much room back here. This bar is more for show than for practice, and it certainly wasn’t created with more than one bartender in mind. We can’t take a step without touching each other. “Show me.”

Her smile is saucy and dazzling at the same time. “First up, you need the glass.” She points at the shelves of glasses, her arm brushing my breasts. “Oops.” She backs me against the wall and reaches past me for several bottles, her chest brushing mine with each movement. I’m struck by the overwhelming desire to tug down her dress and suck on her nipples that I can see faint outlines of against the fabric.

She clears her throat. “Can you grab that top one? It’s a little out of my reach.”

We switch positions, her back to the wall and mine to the bar. I lift my arms to grab the bottle in question. She tugs my dress a little to the side and looks up. “No, not that one.” Her mouth closes around my nipple and I jerk. Beast and Gaeton are right there and if we move the slightest bit, they’ll see exactly what she’s doing to me. She lifts her head a little. “Sorry, wrong again. The first one was right.” Her tongue darts out to flick my nipple and she hurriedly pulls my dress back into place as I lower the bottle down.

Holy shit, it feels like I’m in a fever dream.

Aurora turns me around, the space forcing us to be plastered together, her front to my back. She reaches around me to line up the ingredients. “Now, start at this end and pour until I say stop. Then we work down the line. A little of this, a little of that.”

“Okay.” My voice hardly sounds like my own. I look up and meet Beast’s gaze as Aurora’s hand drops to my thigh and curves inward until she’s stroking my pussy. There’s no way Beast can see exactly what she’s doing from his position, not with the bar in the way, but he’s looking at me like he owns me, like he owns every second of this.

Because he does.

“Pour,” Aurora murmurs in my ear. “We don’t want them to get suspicious.” She circles my clit with soft strokes and barely-there touches, which somehow makes this a thousand times hotter.

I pour the first liquid, something I can barely focus on, until she says stop. As I lean forward for the next bottle, she pushes two fingers into me. I fight down a moan and look up to find Gaeton watching me. He leans forward on the bar, still not close enough to see Aurora finger-fucking me, but close enough that I’m fighting not to gasp. “Is there a problem, Isabelle?”

“No.”

His gaze drops to the bar and even though I know he can’t see her hand beneath my dress, he licks his lips. He looks … Gaeton looks like he doesn’t want to be enjoying this as much as he is. “Your hands are shaking.”

“Are they?” They definitely are. Aurora is leisurely stroking the tips of her fingers against my G-spot. I manage to pour the second bottle until she tells me to stop but I don’t know if I’m going to make it through the next one.

“Mmm.” He sits back and half turns to Beast. They speak in low voices, and I’m too distracted by what she’s doing to me to focus on them.

Aurora’s lips are at my ear again as she moves back to my clit. “You’re so wet, baby. I’m dying for a taste.” She takes the last bottle with her free hand and expertly finishes the drink. “Do you think they’re distracted enough that we can slip away for a minute?”

I turn my head enough to see the mischief sparking in her dark eyes. This is all pretend and Aurora is enjoying the hell out of it. I lick my lips, clinging to my role even as I grip the counter and fight not to ride her fingers. “I shouldn’t. I’m supposed to be good.”