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“Stop!”
Before I knew what I was doing, my hands were around Pierre’s neck, and I smashed him against the opposite shelf. His eyes were wide, piercing mine.
Ringed with tears.
“Show him, Kat,” he seethed, putting his arms up against the shelf as if he knew he was guilty of something far worse than physical assault. “Show him who you love more.”
As if he were guilty of murder.
I looked back at Felix, who was cautiously picking himself up from the floor. He held his shirt up to his face to block the blood, but it was already running in strong streams down his neck.
“Show him,” Pierre repeated, almost begging. Because the only way to end Felix’s suffering, both of their suffering, was to do as Pierre wanted. Of the three of us, maybe they didn’t know it, but I was the one who was hurting the most. I couldn’t take it anymore.
Looking Felix dead in the eyes, I mouthed the words, I’m sorry.
By the time I turned back to face Pierre, his hands had fallen to his waist, and his own waist was bare, his cock freed.
“Show him.”
“No,” I said, trying to sound firm even though my whole body was shaking. “Not until you tell me where you went.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does,” I hissed at him, and pushed harder back against the shelf. His eyes were frigid, and yet, I could feel the rage burning within him, hotter than hell itself. He was hurting bad. “Tell me.”
He shook his head like a child, a weak attempt to remain strong himself, steady in his own choice. He wouldn’t tell me. Not until I proved myself to him. Not until I did for him what I was going to do for Felix, for Elliot, for Leo.
Until I proved that he was equal to, if not, better than all three of them.
Letting out a long breath, my hand drifted down to his member, where it perked up at my touch. With slow movements, my fingers wrapped around his cock, and began carefully rubbing up, and down, up, and down, as if I were stroking his head, trying to calm him down as if he’d seen a ghost. In a way, perhaps this was his worst nightmare—and it had come true.
My eyes had been closed for a moment as we had gotten a rhythm going, but when I opened my eyes, it wasn’t me he was looking at. It was Felix. Turning my head, to my horror, I saw that he had stood up and was walking toward us. Glancing back at Pierre, I saw his gaze sharpen. In that split second, afraid for what he might do next, I removed my hand from his cock and grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling him over me. My back slammed against the shelf, and now, it was him who had me fixed to one spot.
“I love you,” he whispered again. A few hours ago, I might’ve appreciated the constant words of affection. But right now, they just sounded desperate. Overkill. “You know that, Kat. You know I love you.”
“Does she?” Felix said. The comment was dripping with sarcasm. He meant to make Pierre angrier. “Maybe you should say it louder.”
Looking over Pierre’s shoulder, I saw him standing directly across from us, leaning nonchalantly against the shelf as if he didn’t care that Pierre was creating this spectacle, as if he didn’t care that he’d just gotten mauled in the face.
The comments didn’t work. Pierre continued to face me. For a long moment, his eyes locked with mine.
I just wanted this to be over.
Letting him know I was ready, I moved my hips forward, inviting him toward me. Feeling the pressure of his cock against my pussy, he inched forward a little more, dipping a little deeper inside of me.
I was used to the feeling by now, and as he started fucking, I barely noticed my back rising against the shelf, his dick parting my legs with each stroke. My attention was elsewhere—on Felix as he pulled up his pants, flung his coat over his shoulders, and walked toward the elevator. Just as I was reaching my climax, I heard the elevator door ding, and there was a shuffling of steps before the doors closed.
I let out a gasp, grabbing onto Pierre’s hair. His face buried into my neck as his hips gave one final thrust, sending my body quivering as I collapsed onto him, my arms hooked over his shoulders. In a wave of exhaustion, my head dropped back against the row of books cushioning my head.
“Hey!”
Pierre pulled out faster than I would’ve liked, leaving me to scramble away from him and throw my hands over my waist.
“You aren’t supposed to be up here!”
Fuck.
With one rough movement, I yanked my panties back up, and rushed to grab my pants from the floor just as I caught a glimpse of the intruder. It was the kid from the front desk. I couldn’t help but squeal a bit in laughter as he froze just feet away from the elevator. Something told me this was his first night on the job.