Page 34 of Meet Me In The Dark

“How about a two-for-one?”

Victor rubbed his eerily smooth hands together, considering. He wore a wedding ring, because of course he did. For a moment, she felt sorry for his wife. Not because he was cheating on her, but because being with a man like him must steal bits of your soul. Kara was incredibly lucky; she’d found devoted men who gave more than they took. She’d never take them for granted, ever again.

So when Victor began to remove his tie, she lowered her voice, making it sultry, breathy, like she couldn’t wait for him to touch her.

“Here, let me.”

Swaying toward him, she emphasized her breasts, her hips. His eyes tracked her movements, filling her with anxiety. And when the familiar panic reared its ugly head, she told it to fuck off. She was more than her pussy. She was more than her panic. Her men had taught her that.

Finally reaching him, she gently unknotted his tie and removed it from his neck, starting in on unbuttoning his starched dress shirt. Button after button, she reminded herself why she was doing this. And she made another promise to herself, one she intended to keep: after this, she’d never touch another man’s chest again. The only pecsand abs she’d scrape with her nails would belong to the men she loved—because she belonged to them, and they belonged to her.

As she unbuttoned his shirt, he snuck a hand down and gripped her ass through her sheer dress. Faking a moan, she leaned over and kissed the smooth chest. His smell disgusted her. His taste disgusted her. But when he began to breathe heavily, she felt the tiniest bit of triumph, which in turn, reinforced her determination to see this through.

Micah joined her, his hands on her hips, comforting and steadying. “You’re doing great, baby,” he whispered in her ear, and although she’d always been a terrible actress, his approval made her believe this was working.

Making a decision, she directed Micah: “Move behind him.”

“I thought you were submissive,” Victor observed. “I signed on for a little doll I got to push around and have my way with. That’s what you are tothem, aren’t you?”

A low growl emanated from Micah’s chest. It was unnecessary; she only submitted to three men, and that was because she wasn’t their doll. She was theirs. Period.

“You’ll like this better,” she murmured. “Trust me.”

And before she could overthink it, she trailed a hand down his pants to his hard dick, and gently squeezed it through the fabric. He groaned in response.

“Yes,” he groaned.

At her look, Micah moved behind Victor and started kissing his neck with one hand as he undid Victor’s belt with the other. Kara unzipped his pants, tempted to catch his dick with the zipper teeth, but she knew better. They needed the location.

Together, they eased off their target’s pants and briefs,until his entirely unappealing penis was pressed between them, leaving a trail of precum on Kara’s dress.

Don’t vomit. Whatever you do, don’t vomit.

Oh god, she was going to vomit. She could taste it in her mouth, feel the threat of more. But she forced herself to swallow it down. To keep going.

Taking his penis in her hand, she started to work it, back and forth. He was close, and moments before he was going to come, she stopped, squeezing it tight.

“Why’d you stop?” Victor panted.

“She doesn’t finish you until you give us exact coordinates,” Micah crooned. “And that big dick needs to come, doesn’t it?”

“Fine, fuck, fuck, but I want her on her knees,” Victor gasped, his hips jerking. Micah had done something to him that must have felt good.

She traded a look with Micah.Trust me, she mouthed.

Behind Victor, he nodded.

Kara kneeled in front of Victor, hating every second of this.Conor, Luke, she reminded herself.

She played lightly with his hard length and breathed on it. He jerked again, then reached down to fist a hand in her hair.

Micah took a step back, taking Victor with him.

“Coordinates,” he crooned again, wrapping an arm around Victor’s neck. “You want to be a good boy and get your cock sucked, don’t you? Want to see how hot and perfect her mouth is? Want to feel the power of making the most powerful woman in the world submit to you? Then answer us.”

“14.2910 degrees south by 171.1577 degrees west,” Victor whimpered. “The Johnathans own a private island in the South Pacific. It’s not on any maps.”

“Such a good boy,” Kara said, leaning in, her eyes on Micah’s.I love you,she mouthed.Now.

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