Page 103 of SNOB

“Come on,” he says, urging me to follow them. He leads me through the warehouse, and when he reaches the wooden door, he stalls. Turning to Ember, he whispers something in her ear that makes her shoulders rise.

“Is there a problem?” I ask.

“Not anymore,” he says. “Right?”

Ember glances at me and I look away. She can’t fuck this up. We can’t fuck this up. “Right,” she mutters, the life gone from her voice.

Red… or Picasso, leads us down a hall that looks like something from an old psych ward.

“Careful,” I grit, watching as he pulls Ember over her own feet. She pulls away like she doesn’t want to go where he’s taking us. I catch her eyes, a calmness between us that tells me she’s relieved I’m here.

“I could say the same to you,” he says, holding a bottle of purple liquid to Ember. The label from the soda bottle isn't there anymore and I can’t make out what it is. “I have this if you’re worried about her lashing out.” She pulls away from it and it’s clear it's not the first time she’s seen it. The longer I’m here with her the more I put the pieces together.

Taking it is my only option. “Thanks.” He pushes Ember at me as he holds the creaky door open.

When she hits my body, that rush takes over me again, my hands coming to her arms. She’s shaky. Cold. But there’s still a warmth from her that spreads through me.

“Three hours,” Red repeats what I paid for. “I’ll be back. Enjoy.”

The door closes and a red light comes on, filling in the spaces of darkness around us. The room is far from romantic, a mattress tucked to one corner laying on the floor and … is that vomit in the other?

We stand there for a moment. Like we’re both unsure of what to do. But that’s all it takes, just a moment, before she wraps her arms around me, her head falling on my chest.

Like instinct, my arms wrap around her too. “Please don’t leave,” she whispers, sending a mix of feelings through my veins. Comfort. Anger.

Peace and war.

“I won’t,” I whisper. “We’re in this together.” I want to stay like this forever but there’s one thing. They’re watching us. “I won’t hurt you,” I whisper into her ear. “But you have to follow my lead. Understand?” Then I repeat the words she needs, the words I need. “We’re in this together.” Pushing her back from me, I try to find those eyes. “Understand?” She nods, those bloodstones searching mine.

“Good girl.” A small smile pulls at her face, the red light shining on her body, highlighting her curves. I focus on it, giving my body what it needs to put on the performance to get out of here. Then I tell her my next command. “On your knees, Butterfly.” She hesitates, her brows furrowing. I’m here to save her. I’m here to take her to where she belongs but this is part of it. I nod, reassuring her. “On. Your. Knees.”

Seeing her fall to her knees is enough to remind me how fucked I am. It’s enough to remind me how much I want her, wherever we are. Unzipping my pants, I replay all the times I made her mine and fuck, I want her to be mine again. I want to erase whatever damage happened to her here.

I want her.

My cock twitches, reminding me she’s right where I need her to be.

With me.

She looks up at me as I push my pants down enough for the big guy to spring out. There's a shift in her before she licks her lips, reminding me she’s as fucked up as I am. Despite everything, despite all this, she still wants me too.

“Do you want me, Butterfly?” She nods, her eyes on my staff. “Prove it.” I wrap my hand around her strands the way I know, erasing the image of the man with his hands in the same position. “Open up.” She does, and the minute my cock touches her tongue, every muscle in me relaxes.

She lets out a moan when I push my staff inside her needy mouth, and I don’t stop until it hits the back of her throat. I don’t even ask her to keep her eyes on me, she does, and I make her make those sounds I heard in that video. I reclaim them.

My sounds.

My abs tighten, her mouth wrapped around me as tight as my grip on her strands.

My mouth.

My cock hardens in her throat, keeping it there, feeling the way her throat tightens around me in exchange.

My throat.

My tongue.

Mine.

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