Page 19 of Serpentine

“So, you haven’t been letting him sink his privileged dick into your tight cunt, hm? And you expect me to believe that?”

“I don’t care what you fucking believe!” I shout, standing a little taller.

I’ve never stood my ground before. Usually, I’m timid and shy away from confrontation, but something about his words and presence gives me a little boost of confidence, even if my brain is screaming that I’m a liar. I do care if he knows I’m a virgin. It’s the reason I’d blurted my truth at Miles.

He leans toward me, getting into my space. “Oh, is that so?”

I swallow. “Yes, Brax, that’s so.”

My use of his name makes his breathing hitch, but only for a second.

“I can prove it,” I yell, not knowing what the fuck I’m doing.

He straightens, his presence leaving my safety bubble and allowing me to think a little clearer. “And how are you going to prove to me you didn’t fuck your fiancé, Bambi?”

I lick my lips, trying to decide what the hell I’m going to do now.

My bare feet shift in the sandy road beneath them, cold and wet from days of rain. I lift my foot onto a foot peg, slowly lifting my dress.

Brax backs away from me. “Now, Bambi, what are you up to?”

I’ve never been so bold, but I want to be with him. I want him to look at me. I like the gift of his eyes on me. Men like him rarely look twice at anyone. And yet, I’ve caught his attention.

I get that I’m a prisoner, and this is the most insane situation, but my body is humming and begging for more.

I’m twenty-five and a virgin. I’ve stayed one for a man who wasn’t worth it.

Fuck Carter! Fuck Charlotte!

It’s my body, and I’ll do what I want, when I want, from here on out.

I tug my panties to the side. The only thing lighting the night is the headlights on the front of the idling bike. It’s enough, though. I know it is because a growl comes from Brax, vibrating the night air between us.

“See for yourself. Go on,” I taunt.

He rushes me like a man depraved, his fingers slipping over the wet heat. It’s because of his effortless control over his bike and the vibrations rushing between my thighs.

“Use two fingers. You’ll feel the truth,” I whisper against his ear as he leans down to look at his task.

When he slides two fingers inside me, the stretch knocks the breath out of me, but I know he’ll reach resistance. It was part of the deal. I remain clean for Carter, or I don’t get the money coming my way after his takeover of my father’s company. Archaic, yes, but men with money still do shit like that to everyone, not just the women in their life. They need to assert their power.

His head springs up when he hits the resistance I knew he would. His eyes lock on mine as he slides his fingers out of me.

“Bambi is a fitting name for someone so pure and beautiful,” he whispers.

“My name is Aella,” I tell him. “If you wanted to know, that is.”

When I move to take my foot down, he presses his hand into my thigh and shakes his head. He doesn’t touch me, only looks over my bare pussy. Wind moves over it; gooseflesh rises over my body, and my nipples pebble.

“Have you...” He closes his eyes and shakes his head, clearly battling himself. “Have you made yourself come?”

I nod. “Only externally. It was part of the deal. I didn’t get my portion of the money or the company shares if I wasn’t pure for Carter.”

“What the fuck?” His disapproval is evident. It makes me feel like more than a bargaining chip, even though he, too, mentioned he wants me to end me.

“To use you in such a way...” He turns, slamming his hand into his head. “Fuck, it pisses me off, Aella.”

“Hey,” I say, dropping my foot from the peg and moving toward him.

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