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Her question takes me aback. The fuck would she ask me that for? She was the one who was abducted by the sickest secret society around and bound to a chair for hours until we found her. I narrow my gaze, taking in her sallow skin and bloodshot eyes. Still, she stares at me as ifI’mthe one who’s hurting.
Barclay. Barclay, that motherfucker.I wasn’t sure he’d noticed where we were, but obviously he did. He did, and he felt the need to share.
I can’t have her feeling sorry for me. No one better fucking feel sorry for me.
“I’m about to be,” I grin. My hands find the button on my jeans. After slipping it through the hole, I lower my zipper. Her stare drops to my fingers and then straight to my face again, clearly trying to keep focused on me, but I spot the subtle shift in her. The tips of her ears turn pink; a blush starts across her chest, barricaded by the spaghetti straps of her tank top.
“What are you doing?”
“Since you’re so goddamn interested in my cock, you’re about to inspect it…you know, for STDs.”
Her tongue darts past her lips, and I wonder if she even realizes she’s giving off the subtle cues that she’s clearly getting turned on. Mine is much more obvious as I pull out my cock, stroking down its firm length.
Though she must know I’ve taken it out, she doesn’t take her muted blue eyes off mine. “Don’t you want to look so you can better educate the girls I bring home?”
“How many girls do you plan on bringing home?”
Ah, jealousy. The way my balls cinch up surprises me. Ilikethat she’s jealous. “If I have another day like today, plenty. And I foresee shit like that happening a lot.”
Her gaze burns into me. “You plan on letting me get kidnapped again?”
I reach out, my free hand working its way around her throat. “No,” I growl. “That won’t happen again.”
Her skin is soft and warm under my palm. The muscles in her neck tighten as I stroke the curve of her neck with the pad of my thumb. She lifts her chin defiantly as I continue to jack off in slow, steady pumps.
“Now, be a good girl and inspect my cock.”
She swallows, the movement apparent with the grip I have on her. She tries to turn her head, but I hold her still. Worry flashes in her eyes, along with a spark. “What if someone sees?”
I see. She likes that. Maybe she won’t admit it to herself yet, but the electricity in her blue eyes paints a different picture. “Let them. You asked for this.”
“It was a joke.”
My fingers tighten over her throat as I lean in close. “Don’t pretend you don’t want to be eye to eye with my cock, Astor. I saw you sneaking glances when your fist was pumping away on your boyfriend. I bet your pussy is so fucking wet for me right now. I bet as soon as you go upstairs, you’re going to rub one out at the sight of me.”
She swallows again. “You’re pretty full of yourself.”
“For good reason.” With added pressure on her neck, I guide her down. She puts up a bit of a fight—just enough to show me she doesn’t know if she’s okay with this but her curiosity wins out. As soon as she hits her knees, I straighten, working my hand through her hair and gripping hard. My dick juts in her face. She has no choice but to inspect it now. Blood pumps south under her stare, and the tiniest bit of precum filters through my tip. Her gaze moves to my piercing first, her tongue gliding out of her mouth once again in a short sweep of her lips.
I stroke it for her, my finger teasing the edge of the barbell on the underside of my cock. The desire to surge forward and press my dick between her lips is almost inescapable as she watches me. My movements become more pronounced, and with it, I elicit a low groan from deep inside her throat.
“You like that?” I urge, yanking on her blonde strands. “You’re so curious you could self-combust.” She starts to squirm while still attempting to keep her shoulders straight. “Have you ever been with a guy who has a piercing before?”
She shakes her head, her hair falling over her shoulders. The movement draws my attention to her nipples coming to a point under the thin fabric of her pajama top.
If I let this go on for much longer, I’ll be doing whatever I want with her. I’ll take her ripe little ass, her mouth, anything and everything. Already, I feel the telltale sign of an imminent climax, and there’s no fucking way I’m going to give her the satisfaction that I jerked off in front of her, blowing my loadfor her.
A little part of me tells me it isn’t right either. Not with what she went through today.
That little voice makes me want to do it anyway, but I don’t. “That’s too bad,” I say, tucking my cock away and pulling my pants back up around my hips. “You probably never will, either. You wouldn’t satisfy my appetite.”
Then, I leave an open-mouthed Eden Astor still on her knees in the foyer. Because I’m an asshole like that.
Kicking a girl while she’s down. Clearly, my grandfather should be more proud of me than he is.
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