Page 86 of Rat Race

There was no going back. I chose my side.

And I’m damn fucking proud of it.

“Made a show of it,” I snarled triumphantly, spitting at his feet. “Now if you’ll fuckin’ excuse me, traitor, I have a podium to get to.”

Victoria

Negotiations are for people who read the fine print.

Kohl's lips trailed along my inner thigh, nibbling and kissing along the sensitive skin and making me squirm. My face tilted backwards, eyes sliding away from their golden hair to the ceiling, the back of my head meeting the cool glass pane of the mirror.

“Will you permit me to taste you, goddess?” they asked, mouth moving into the crease of my thigh for a seductive suck that made my knees tremble under the weight of my urgent need for them.

Something about seeing Hiram torn to shreds that had me slick and panting, waiting to be freed from the chains of the anchor’s desk so that we couldfinallyhave a moment alone. There was a lot to catch up on, after all.

“Yes,” I murmured, a hand grabbing their short hair to control them, moving their mouth where I sorely needed it against my wet, aching center. “I love you, my little slut.”

It was true, had been true for a long time. But it was a relief that I'd finally gotten the chance to tell them.

Kohl's strong hands spread my thighs further, my short skirt bunching around my waist. I'd ditched my underwear the moment we'd gotten back in the dressing room, pushingaside cosmetics to make room for myself atop the vanity. The hot lights were an exciting addition—warming my back and threatening that, if I leaned too far back, I was sure to be burned.

But the mirror? That was nostalgic. Reminding me of the way Khol had thrown me into the glass, the shards raining down on us as I fought for my life against my would-be murderer. Under their shirt, hidden by nothing more than a bit of cotton—polyester if i was being serious—was a scabbedV.

A testament of their worship of me, rivaled only by the magic they were working with their mouth.

Kohl licked at my slit, the flat of their tongue traveling to collect my sticky arousal with a hum of pleasure. Their fingers bit into my thighs, short nails digging into the skin as they devoured me. Desperate to help get my mind off what had been an exceptionally stressful day.

“Good boy, kitten,” I praised, a moan slipping through my parted lips. “Make your goddess come…”

Kohl's lips closed around my clit, sucking firmly and making my eyes roll. Their fingers teased my needy, twitching hole as they continued to slurp at my cunt like they were starved for it.

“Fuck me,” I commanded, hips canting against their face in a clear demand. “Now, Kohl.”

Kohl groaned, their fingers sliding inside and arching, aiming for my sweet spot. The move was successful, my knees trying to draw together around their head as my pleasure increased, threatening to throw me over the edge. I'd just about given in to the waves of my need when the door swung open without so much as a knock, a woman entering with the click of her lacquered stilettos and a raised eyebrow.

The men at her side, clearly hired muscle, leered as they caught sight of Kohl kneeling between my legs.

“Do you fucking mind?” I snapped, pushing Kohl's face further against me as they tried to pull away. “I didn't tellyoutostop,” I hissed at them, meeting the disgusted eyes of the woman evenly. “And I don't remember telling you to come in either.”

It likely would've been more impressive if I hadn't moaned in the middle of my sentence, but they were the ones interrupting, not me.

“Can you please make yourself decent?” the woman, a producer named Sarah-Beth with mousy brown hair and thin lips, asked.

I rolled my eyes, releasing Kohl's hair and letting them come up for air. Their little gasp to catch their breath was music to my ears.

“Prude,” they muttered, continuing to finger me like we hadn't been interrupted. Their mouth finding the soft flesh of my inner thigh for a sharp nip.

“I suggest you avert your eyes if you want to keep them,” I snapped at the guard. “Seriously, SB, you needed to bring goons with you to relieve us of our duties? You are such a puss?—”

“Relieve you?” Sarah-Beth scoffed, taking a stylus from behind her ear to mark something carelessly on her tablet. “No, no, why would I be doing that?”

“Because we fulfilled our agreement,” Kohl said, their eyes flashing up to mine for reassurance. “We're done here.”

“Exactly,” I murmured, moving my skirt to cover myself—not that it did much good with Kohl's lithe hands moving inside me and making it hard to concentrate. That edge that I'd been chasing returned quickly with their thumb rubbing little circles against my clit, the wet sound of their fingers fucking me punctuating my sentences. “We're done here,” I echoed.

“Maybe before you pulled that little stunt with Hiram.” Sarah-Beth tsked. “Really couldn't help yourself, could you? If you’d just stuck to the script, you wouldn't be in this mess, you know?”

I scoffed, my mood souring as Kohl removed their fingers from inside me, their glistening digits making their way between their lips as they turned their head to glare at the woman.

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