Page 67 of Dare To Break

He must get here ahead of me, or maybe he takes another route around the buildings?

I take a deep breath and follow the path toward the cemetery. My gaze darts to the undergrowth when it rustles.

Rabbits? Maybe a raccoon? What else could be out there?

A frisson of excitement tingles down my spine when the bench comes into view.

“I’m here,” I call out softly.

Silence.

Unzipping my fanny pack, I check the phone, but there are no messages. I place the pack and cell on the bench and tug out the blindfold. I rub my thumbs over the material, then take a seat before putting it on.

Chapter 44

Eli

I don’t approach her straight away, giving her time to settle on the bench. Instead, I study her, my gaze noting her straight back, the way her hands are tucked between her thighs, how her t-shirt moves with every intake of breath. Her hair is up in a ponytail. It seems to be her standard hairstyle, and my fingers curl into my palm, imagining it wrapped around them.

During the day, she’s an unwanted annoyance in my life, my family, but something changes at night. I don’t view her as the daughter of a gold-digger when she’s perched on the bench waiting for me to send her instructions. She’s something else. But what?

A toy? A pet?

No, a distraction. My anger with her disappears with the setting sun, leaving only a desire to push her limits, and test her boundaries. And I fully intend to push her tonight.

Stooping, I pick up the box at my feet and step out of the trees. I make no attempt to conceal my approach and her head raises when my foot steps on a twig, snapping it in two. She stops breathing, head swinging from side to side as she attempts to listen, to figure out what direction I’m coming from.

“Are you there?” Her voice shakes, but she holds her head up.

I reach out to brush my fingertips over her lips, and bend to place my lips next to her ear.

“Answer a question for me,” I whisper. “Were you a good girl today, Kitten?”

Her response is a quick nod.

“Use your words. Did you do as I asked?”

“I …” She clears her throat. “I did.”

“Did it excite you?”

Small white teeth bite down on her bottom lip.

“Did it make you wet? Needy?” I lick the outer edge of her ear, and she jumps. “Did your boyfriend get to enjoy your hungry pussy?”

Her gasp is loud. “No. I didn’t … He didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?”

“I didn’t tell him.”

“He didn’t know you were walking around with your pussy dripping?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

She shakes her head again. I tap her cheek gently with my palm. “I don’t like silence. Words, Kitten. Always words. Why didn’t your boyfriend know? He kissed you today. In public.”

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