Page 33 of The Companion Love Trap

“Try again, Meu Dengo. Tell. Me. Everything.”

“Nah. I don’t think I will.”

Oh, so he thought he could play the brat. News flash, hot stuff. Everly had the brat part down pat, and you’re nowhere near her brattiness. I nipped at his ear, licking up his throat.

“Did you fuck her?”

I moved my hands off his shoulders, placing one on his thigh and the other at his throat. His pulse beat rapidly against my fingers, belying the calm guy he pretended to be, his cock growing harder against my touch. He could pull me off him now if he wanted with his hands free, even though I had a few more inches on him and about fifty pounds. But he didn’t want to. Not really.

“No,” he whispered, licking his lips.

I squeezed his thigh lightly, my thumb brushing the tip of his penis through his shorts. He groaned, and his eyes fluttered closed. No more pretending, Meu Dengo.

“Good answer. Did she suck your dick? Did you make her gag around you?”

The dick in question twitched against my hand as he swallowed, his heart racing. He finally shook his head, and I pressed on his throat, directing him to answer.

“No.”

His voice was raspy; each word gritted out with need and restraint. He hated submitting to me, but he also liked it. I had a feeling Jace was always in control and didn’t know what it felt like to give it up.

Don’t worry, baby. I’ll show you.

“Want to try again, then? What did you do?” He shook his head, my hand squeezing his throat harder at his insolence.

“You like me saying it, don’t you? It gets you off. Fine. But your disobedience will have consequences. Don’t forget who’s in charge here, Meu Dengo.”

I moved my hand slightly, gripping his cock in my hand now. His eyes rolled back as he groaned.

“Did you finger bang her? Hmm? Did you feel her perfect heat around your fingers? Did she cover you in her cum to the point you could smell her on you for hours?” I whispered, biting his neck and sucking on his earlobe.

“Yes,” he whimpered, his cock twitching in my hand. I pressed my body more into him, rubbing my hardness against him.

“Shit,” he cursed, panting now with need. His pupils were dilated, and the desire was clear on his face. But he wouldn’t beg. Not yet.

“I can’t wait to take your ass while you eat out our girl, Meu Dengo.”

“Never,” he gritted, fighting against the arousal.

“Soon.”

I crashed my lips to his, our tongues battling one another for dominance, but I didn’t let him have it, pulling back before he could take what he wanted.

“Be good, Meu Dengo. I don’t want to have to increase your punishment.”

“Wait, what?” he asked as I let him go.

I picked up Buns’ leash and walked to the door, my dog following me without question. I didn’t turn back or give him any answers. The real game had just begun, and Jace would surrender to me soon.

I went across the hall to my room, smirking at knowing I was so close to Everly. I ordered room service and sent Meu Tudo’s favorite dessert to hers; even watching from the peephole as she accepted it, not caring if she thought it was from them. After just that slight peek of her, I instantly felt better. I picked up my phone and sent her another message, knowing she wouldn’t read it and loving how I could use that to my advantage.

I never claimed to be nice.

Cruz: You look beautiful, Meu Tudo.

Cruz: I’ll see you tomorrow. No more running.

Cruz: I’m coming for you, Meu Tudo.

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