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I nodded. “But being my VP has nothing to do with—”
She started stroking my cock, and I pulsed in her fist. “You’d let me fuck your ass, but you won’t let me be your VP?”
I blinked, evening my breaths. “I…I’m…”Lost for words. Can’t put two words together. About to fucking come.
“You don’t care about the MC anymore. You have nothing to lose here, so I’ll make you a deal.” She stopped stroking when I was just right over the edge. This denial hurt more than the lashes and the bites and the chokes. I seriously needed to come. My balls were about to explode.
“I become your VP,” she rolled her palm over my balls, “if I’m good at it we stay.” Then she squeezed hard enough to make me gasp. “But if I fuck up…we leave like you want.”
I stared back at her, my jaw hanging in pain. She smiled, the smell of her pussy getting stronger. She fucking loved it. My pain. My helplessness. My submission. If I glanced down, I’d see juice dripping between her legs.
“What do you say,Prez?” she drawled the Prez part and freed my balls.
As if my soul had been shoved back into my chest, I moaned my answer. “Yes.”
A victorious grin danced on her lips. Then she crushed them into mine. She had played me good. Got me where she wanted to get what she wanted with zero resistance.
I hated what she’d just done, using my need for her like this. But I fucking loved her for it. Her dark side spoke to me. Frightened me. As much as the good side always did.
She had always found a balance, though. Now, I wasn’t so sure. I knew the look in her eyes by heart. I had seen it so many times before. With the brothers. With Roar and Rush. With Beth.
Cammie had tasted blood, and now she was thirsty for more.
If she screwed up, that deal I’d just made her, thinking with my fucking cock, could be our ticket out of this hell. If she didn’t…
My ol’lady was the smartest person I’d ever known. She wouldn’t screw up.
What the fuck had I done?
CHAPTER 29
Cameron
I grabbed the keys and started to uncuff Dusty. He left a trail of kisses on my bare ass as I did. When his hands were free, the first thing he did was pull me into his embrace. Swiftly, I shrugged out of his arms and got off the bed.
He rested his butt on his heels. “Come back here.”
I picked up my—his—sweatpants off the floor and made a fool of myself trying to get back into them with one hand.
“You can’t seriously leave me like that?” He gestured at his throbbing erection.
My eyes met his needy ones. I was about to explain why I would leave him without a release. How every time I looked into his eyes, the image of his fucking father on top of me, about to rape me, flashed in my head. How touching the only man my heart beat for now made my skin crawl. But I chose to lie instead. “It’s the rest of your punishment. I think you’re going to enjoy it.”
“No.” He shook his head vigorously. “I really don’t. Baby, please come back here.”
“Your cock was throbbing and swelling in my hand when I stopped right before you came. I really think you enjoy cum denial, Dusty.”
He swore, but he seemed to have bought my lie. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“You telling me you’re not slick and wet right now?”
I was. Apparently, lust had nothing to do with turned-off emotions. I could feel nothing and still get soaking wet for playing with a hot man with a big fat cock. “I’ll take care of myself.”
“Let me take care of you,” he begged. “I’ll eat you real good. You know I would.”
Tempted, I hesitated to refuse him. I wasn’t bleeding anymore. The pain in my vagina was tolerable. The throbbing heat wasn’t. I stared from him to the sweatpants. I couldn’t put them on without help anyway.