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Neither of us is breathing.

I’ve no thoughts. None. Zero.

“If you’re expecting me to reply to that, you’ll be standing there all night. I have nothing to offer.”

“When you ask me to stay, are you toying with me?” he asks.

“No.”

“If I stay, I want you to do something for me.”

“I’m afraid to ask what.”

“No need to ask.” Endo walks to the foot of the bed. He pulls the comforter. I grab it and hold on for dear life.

“When I asked you to stay, I thought you would sit in the chair,” I explain.

“You don’t get to choose where I stay when I decide to stay. I’m here on my own terms.”

“Which are?”

“You’ll come on my tongue.”

Chapter 28

You asked for it

Scarlett

Endo Macarley is the most unpredictable man I’ve ever met. For a morally compromised person, he still has some redeeming qualities. Such as forgoing sleep so that I can be more comfortable, even though I’m his captive.

As far as he’s concerned, I’m just leverage to get his brother back. Yet, I’m not in the dungeons, and I’m free to move around town and interact with people who have known him their whole lives.

Now he wants to eat me out.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were attracted to me.”

“You do know better.”

Every brain cell warns me of his touch. My nerve endings send shivers up my spine when Endo stands at the foot of the bed. He lifts the comforter and wraps his calloused hand around my ankle.

Without further ado, Endo slides under the covers and between my legs.

Heart hammering, I stare at the ceiling. Good thing hymens can’t regrow. If a hymen could reappear, mine certainly would. Come to think of it, right now, in this situation, right now with Endo’s face between my legs, I regret celibacy very much.

I’m sure he’s experienced beyond my imagination. I’m sure he’s satisfied his needs plenty. What are his needs?

Is he kinky? Does he want to spank me? Maybe he’s a sweet lover who would ask permission to penetrate me, and once he did, maybe he’d ask me if I was okay. As in, if I survived the penetration.

“Are you thinking about me?” he asks while under the covers with his head between my legs. He’s breathing on my clit.

“No.” Deny or die.

Endo kisses my bare thigh and scrapes the thin skin there with his trimmed beard.

My legs fall open, spread wide.

He can have it. All of it. Come on his tongue? Yes, please. I hope I can last a minute. Is that even a thing women pray for? I have no idea, but I’m doing it. I’m going to hold off coming for as long as I can. Delay gratification.