Page 79 of Slaughter

She does and flinches due to the kneeling position, making her ass and thighs stretch the already sensitive skin. “Open your mouth, Bunny,” I order, taking my cock in my hand. She obeys, looking up at me. And I press myself between her lips. “Touch yourself,” I tell her, and she almost sobs around my cock that I gave her permission to play with her pussy. “But don’t come,” I tell her, and she whimpers. “I’m gonna do that.”

I push my hips forward, and she takes me while her fingers work between her parted thighs. My hand slides into her hair, and I grip it tightly as I fuck her mouth like I’ve been wanting to do for days. Hard and fast.

It doesn’t take me long to come with her name on my lips, and she pulls back after swallowing. Her breathing ragged.

I grab her arms and yank her to her feet, and her body trembles with need as she removes her fingers from her pussy.

I push her back against the wall, my hands going between her legs, and I give her exactly what she wants.

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I wake to a phone ringing. I grab my cell off the nightstand, pulling away from a sleeping Bunny. “Hello?” I ask roughly.

“We have a problem,” my brother greets me.

“What is it?”

“Seems I wasn’t the only one who saw that video, and now Damon wants her even more.”

“Fuck!” I groan.

“He offered three million for her.”

“She’s not for sale,” I snap.

“I know that,” Tristan says, and I can hear him rolling his eyes. “But to them, she’s a slave.”

I run a hand through my hair.

“We knew this was a possibility.”

“No,” I snap, standing from the bed and glancing over at her to make sure she is still asleep. “We knew he wanted her after Preston was running his mouth. What I did was supposed to make everyone realize she belonged to me.”

He lets out a long breath. “I don’t know what to tell you, man, except get her back to Vancouver. Or you could hand her over—”

“Why the fuck would I do that?” I shout, interrupting him.

“Use her as bait,” he replies calmly. “When you hand her over, we’ll intervene, then take him down.”

“Too risky.”

“It’s an option.”

“No, it’s not. Don’t suggest it again, Tristan!” I growl.

“Look, man. I love you, and you know I always liked Presleigh, but you’re in too deep. I told you this would happen. That you couldn’t handle her. Now they’ve seen her firsthand and liked how she got off on you hitting her.”

“Watch it,” I warn him.

“I’m not gonna sugarcoat it for you, Avery,” he snaps. “She liked the way you hit her. Even I could see it …”

“Shut up!” I roar into the phone.

PRESLEIGH

I wake up and bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out from the pain on my backside. Slowly sitting up in bed, I see Avery on his phone. His back tense while he barks into his cell. He pulls it away from his ear and hangs up as I hear a voice still talking but not loud enough to make out what they are saying.

His hand falls to his side, and he turns around to come back to bed but stops when his eyes meet mine. “What’s wrong?” I ask when he just stares at me.

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