Page 139 of Beautifully Ruined

“This okay with you?” she asks.

I kiss her nipples. “I could do without the attitude.”

She slips her arms around my neck. “Really?”

“No.” I hug her in, rocking her pussy against my rapidly growing hard on. “I love your attitude.”

Vi’s distracting.

“What are you doing?” She rubs her tits in my face as she grabs something. Then she leans back a little giving me a delightful view as she shows me her phone. “With this?”

I slip a hand down and cup her wet pussy, rubbing her clit with my thumb, reveling in her soft, erotic moan.

I’m so fucking hard, my mind is a blank. “I’m trying to find the training center.”

“What training center?”

Shit. I look her in the eye. “The center they have the girls groomed in. Both in the meaning you’re thinking of and the one where they make sure they act the part.”

“You think they take girls who aren’t into it?”

“Sweet little Vi, I know these kinds of high-end places have groomed girls, groomed trafficked girls. Some they might not realize that’s where they come from,” I say, throwing out a bone I don’t believe in. Every single person who enters a club or owns one, knows there’s some girl there caught up in the system against her will. Or often, coerced into it.

Why I stick to the singles who come in and never go near the girls who work there.

“But…”

“They can get tipped, but a man never pays them for their time. Maybe…” I breathe out sharply as she shifts, and her pussy rocks against my raging hard on.

I’m almost positive the minx knows exactly what she’s doing, and she’s using herself as a weapon to pump me for information. But I’m not about to tell her anything she shouldn’t know.

So, I grip her hip, holding her in place while she smooths her hands either side of my face, fingers on the arms of my glasses.

“Maybe what, Cade?”

“Maybe the men pay the club. I don’t know. I’ve never asked or looked into it because a girl who works there has never interested me. And if you work that space, I’m warning you, I’ll drag you out kicking and screaming. The best bet is to hack into the training center.”

She rocks on me. “How do you do that? With your magic hacking skills?”

“All interesting information is offline. And I know it’s a shell because the information on the site is so rudimentary it would barely pass a first glance, let alone a second.”

“What does that mean?” she asks.

Damn, she’s fucking difficult to ignore. “It means it’s been designed in a way I have to go in there physically.”

“But…”

“It’s a smart move. They can pass off the total lack of shit online as not being computer savvy, but I can see whoever did this is. So, it means it’s all there on site. To get any access tothe systems, I’ll need to connect a USB to one of the servers to provide a point I can access.”

“So, I should do the training, I could do that for you.” She looks at me and kisses me softly, still rocking against my erection.

And I’m flooded by the need to fuck her senseless. Or maybe that’s fuck some sense into her.

“Just to get us that access.”

“No.” I growl and grab her throat with my hand. Hard enough to show who’s in charge but not to hurt.

Then I squeeze just so to cut off her oxygen, and she moans, eyes drifting shut as she rocks against my cock, grinding in, one of her hands trying to loosen mine.