Page 148 of On Edge

“…much pain do you want him in?” Mr. Black asks, eyes insidious in the low light.

“Leave him breathing.”

Mr. Black cocks his head. “I’ll let you know when I have him.” Troy hands him something and then walks off toward the bar.

I hesitate to follow Troy. He’s just sent this man off to do something awful. I should see what. But I barely have twoseconds to pull back as Mr. Black strides past me to the elevator. From my hidden spot, behind a potted plant, the doors close, and the lights above it show that it’s gone all the way down to the lobby.

My body moves without thinking, toward the bar. My father’s voice booms from within just as I get to the entrance, and then a strong arm bands around my top half, stopping me from going in.

“Oh—”

“Shhhh, it’s me,” Troy drawls in my ear. My heart thuds a little less as I let him drag me back into a dark space I would never have known existed, hidden in the wall. It’s tight and low-lit, but it spans one entire side of the bar. Eye holes are dotted about, letting in a little more light and also sound. In the bar, my father can be heard, holding court with the other guests, laughing and boasting about something he shouldn’t be.

“W-where are we?”

“Quiet, little finch,” Troy hushes. “No one can know this exists.”

What exists? A secret room allows him to spy on people? “What is this place?” I ask again, my voice so low I’m not sure he hears me until…

“It’s called a priest hole.”

I don’t know how long we stay cramped in the priest hole while others talk shop and drink the bar dry, but it’s not much time before Troy’s hand is tracing small circles over my hip. The pressure of him behind me makes my whole body tingle. I’m reminded of earlier, when he made me come, so much so that my skin flushes and my breathing hitches. And as he lifts the hem of my dress to tease the slickness here, he groans.

“Fuck, you’re still so wet.”

I make a little silent moan myself.

Troy notices, because he chuckles and dips his head to trace his lips over my neck, his breath so warm, my blood too hot. “Do you know what I wanted to do all through dinner?”

I shake my head, so caught in his web of desire I couldn’t escape if I wanted to. He bites my bare shoulder and then turns me to face him, his eyes dark like a deep forest, beckoning me to get lost in them. He tilts my chin up to him. “I wanted to make you wrap your pretty lips around my cock.”

“Nothing is stopping you now.”

He smirks. “Then get on your knees.”

My mouth is no longer dry. Without thinking about it, I get down, my face in line with his crotch. I’m shaking so much as I undo his trousers. I absolutely have no idea what I’m doing, but it can’t be that difficult, right?

Troy’s cock is long, thick, and hard, but oh so velvet soft when I take it in my hands. I’ve never seen one so close up before, and all I want to do is stare at it, commit to memory how pretty it is. But when I first put my tongue out to taste him, he closes his eyes, sighing.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.”

And that’s all I need to do more.

I lick him again, and again, enjoying watching him shudder above me, loving how much one little touch from me seems to destroy him. He tastes slightly salty but not unpleasant. My own body is already responding, remembering. The ache between my legs becomes stronger, the need for him building as I attempt to take him fully in my mouth.

He groans again, and my whole body shivers at the sound. His masculine scent is overwhelming in the tiny space, making me bold enough to sink him in as deeply as I can.

Troy’s hands tangle in my hair. “Sage, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”

I look up at him.

Jaw clenched, Troy stares down at me.

I swallow him deep, until my lungs burn.

He shakes his head. “You’re killing me, beautiful.” Then, without warning, he fists my hair and thrusts into me so deep I actually choke, tears burning in my eyes.

“Relax, little finch,” he whispers, looking down at me as he pumps my mouth. At first, I struggle to take him, struggle to breathe. But then I let myself loosen up and manage to find a rhythm that doesn’t have me panicking.