Chapter 23: Wearing a vibrator to dinner

Ivy’s pov

I was here to spy on Roman Knight, not screw his brains out, but right now that sounded a lot like the same thing.

My breath hitched, a raging war in my head, but my traitorous, wanton body didn’t care. My thighs parted, the silk dress falling aside as I made space for him.

"That’s my girl." His hand slid from my ass, tracing the curve of my hip. His fingers skimmed up my inner thigh, a feather-light caress that made my entire body tense with anticipation.

My hips bucked. I wanted his fingers where I was already wet and aching for him. He chuckled, a low, sexy, raspy sound. "So eager for me, aren’t you, Vivi? You are so beautiful when you’re needy."

"What does that even mean?" My back arched, a breathless gasp leaving my lips.

His touch was maddeningly light as he traced patterns on my skin, moving down my thighs dangerously close to where I needed him most.

"It means," His face moved closer to mine, his hot breath whipping against my skin as his fingers inched closer to my throbbing pussy.

"You look so pretty flushed like that for me. I love that shade of red that you turn..." One finger grazed lightly over my pussy lips, and my head fell back against the leather seat, a soft whimper escaping my lips.

The car sped down the streets, lights whipping past while my father’s enemy turned my body into an instrument only he could play.

"Please, Roman,"

"Please what, sweetheart?" he whispered, his lips brushing my temple, while my eyes closed tightly. "Tell me what you need."

"You... oh... I need you to touch me."

His fingers finally drifted higher, teasing the slick folds of my pussy. I cried out softly, arching into his hand. But instead of them sinking in like I craved, something cool, smooth, and solid pressed against my entrance.

My eyes flew open.

"What-?"

Before I could finish the question, he was pushing it inside me. The small, sleek object slid into my wet heat, settling deep within my cunt. My eyes widened in shock, my mind reeling.

"Roman!" I gasped, squirming. "Was that... was that a freaking vibrator?"

"Shhh, it’s alright," he soothed and withdrew his hand, letting the skirt of my dress fall back into place.

"You’re going to carry this toy for me all night. A little secret between us, yeah, Vivi? You can do that for me, can’t you, my good girl?"

I could only stare at him, speechless, as the car slowed to a stop. The driver’s voice filled the car, making me blush with embarrassment.

"We’re here, Mr. Knight."

Roman gave me a slow, devastating smile. He took my hand, bringing my knuckles to his lips for a soft, lingering kiss.

"Time to face the world, beautiful." He helped me out of the car, and the world descended upon us in a blinding flash of light.

"Roman Knight! Over here!"

"Mr. Knight! Who’s your date?"

"Look at them! A Knight brother actually showed up!"

The paparazzi’s screams were a chaotic roar through the chilly night air. Roman’s arm wrapped securely around my waist, pulling me against his side as he guided us down the red carpet, giving a charming, devious smile for the cameras.

"The Knights are really in town, so the rumors are true?" A couple, an old politician and his wife who walked ahead of us on the red carpet, murmured.

The hall where the Starlight ball was being held sprawled majestically before us, but I could hardly revel in it.

My cheeks were heated up, my breathing hard; all I could feel was the cylindrical-shaped toy buried in my pussy, getting drenched with my juices.

We swept into the ballroom, a grand space glittering with chandeliers and filled with the city’s elite. The first event was a banquet, with long, elegantly set tables stretching across the hall.

My eyes scanned the crowd and landed on my father at the head of a table, discussing with some renowned celebrities.

For a heart-stopping second, our eyes met across the sea of people. His gaze flickered over me, coldly and dismissively, before moving on as if I were just a stranger.

It’s for the mission, I told myself, my heart clenching.

He can’t compromise our cover; that’s why he’s pretending like he doesn’t know me.

Roman guided me to our seats, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back. I dropped to the golden-plated chair, pressure building up between my thighs. Just as I settled in my chair, a low, deep hum started deep within my cunt.

My eyes snapped to Roman to see him watching me, a playful, wicked glint in his hazel eyes as he tapped something on his phone. Oh no.

"You have the remote-"

The vibrator inside me pulsed, sending a jolt of pure electricity straight up my spine. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles white, a gasp caught in my throat.

He just smiled, raising his champagne glass to me in a silent, devastating toast while there was an insane thrumming deep in my cunt that made it impossible to think.

Every nerve ending in my body was alive, sparking with a current while the person driving me mad sat beside me, the picture of calmness; his gorgeous face had a mask of polite interest as he spoke with the mayor’s wife next to him.

But I knew better. He was the one commanding the filthy pleasure pulsing inside me.

My hips gave an involuntary twitch, grinding subtly against the seat of the chair. The movement only made the sensation more intense, the relentless vibrations dragging a gasp from my lips.

My thighs began to quiver, and I pressed them tightly together, a futile attempt to quell the storm building inside me. I could feel myself getting wetter, soaking my dress.

Just then, the chair opposite me, across the long table, was dragged. My eyes flicked up to see who had just arrived, and I swear, the universe was just against me tonight.