Page 62 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

I blink at him. “Why would my mom and Fee need to spend any time together?”

Rather than answer, he just chuckles, mumbling something under his breath in Russian. I don’t know what he’s just called me, but I know I don’t care for his tone, so I slap him across the face.

“Rude!” I shout. “Answer the ...” As the rest of his words replay in my head, my mouth opens and closes a few times, but Ican’t get anything out. Auditions. He held auditions for exotic dancers? With their dangly bits hanging out and everything? I try to steady my breathing so my voice doesn’t give away my jealousy, but I’m not sure how successful I am when I glare at him and shout, “Auditions?”

“You’re upset I agreed to watch other men strip, aren’t you?” he asks pointedly.

I drive a finger into his chest, hoping it hurts. “I don’t care who the fuck you look at naked. I don’t care if you live or die.” Closing my eyes, I let out a shaky exhale, regrouping. “How many?”

“How many what, my love?”

I slowly open my eyes, trying to keep my face neutral. It’s a little difficult with the way my lips keep rising, unintentionally baring my teeth at him like a rabid animal. “How many men did you see today? How many of them waggled their penises at you?” It isn’t until he winces that I realize I’m digging my nails into his thigh. Oh fucking well. He can cope. “Answer me. How many?”

“Are you jealous?”

Any other time, I might argue. Any other night, I might tell him I don’t give a fuck whose penis he looks at. But tonight? At our bachelor party? All I can see is red. “Yes, you fucking asshole. Yes, I’m jealous.” His eyes widen. I guess he didn’t expect me to be so honest about my feelings. I can’t say I blame him, it’s come as a bit of a surprise to me, too.

“Little one?”

I have to look away, because the thought of other men ejaculating in front of him makes my heart feel like it’s breaking. “Did they jack off for you?” I whisper, hating how bad my voice cracks around the words. “Did you ask them to come for you?”

He shakes his head insistently. “I was only joking. I did not mean to upset you.” His hand cups my face, and it’s an action that makes me loosen the hold I’ve got on his thigh. “You are my world. I will never look at another man. Only you. I told Fiona Iwould handle it because I do not want another man revealing his penis to you, even if they are simply dancing on a stage. I’ll cut it off at the root if they try.”

“You promise?”

He reaches into his pocket. When his hand emerges, he’s holding a cloth mask, pink with silver sequins. As the sequins catch the light from his phone, it sends glittery fractals bouncing around the wooden walls.

“I swear it. Hush now, let me finish my story. When she left me in charge, I contacted the party store and asked for this oversized wooden cake.” His hands fidget with the mask he’s holding, and it almost seems like he’s working himself up to say whatever the hell it is that has him so worried. “I only wish to make you happy. You know that, don’t you? You know I wouldn’t ask you to do anything to hurt you or your feelings?”

“Obviously,” I say. “I wouldn’t have put up with you for six months if I didn’t.”

He nods. “Good. So, here is what will happen,” he says, slipping the mask on my face. “You are going to put on this mask, and we will be wheeled into the main room. Once that’s done, you will be announced and music will start. When the music plays, I would very much like you to exit this cake and put on a show.”

I scrunch my eyebrows together, unsure what the hell he’s talking about. “What do you mean ‘put on a show’?”

“You will dance. Once you’ve gotten everyone worked up with your delicious body, you will remove your jockstraps, and I wish for you to masturbate.”

My eyes bulge. “Masturbate? You want me to rub one out while everyone stares at me?” I won’t lie and say my cock doesn’t swell at the thought, but that’s hardly the point. Our closest friends are out there. Shit. For all I know, my dad could have crashed the party. The last thing I want to do is ejaculate in front of every person I’ve ever known.

Okay, maybe I kind of want that, but it’s madness. Rationaladults don’t masturbate at random in a room of friends. That isn’t normal behavior. Abi must be able to read the confusion written across my face, because he leans in and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.

“You wish to be seen. You know it as well as I do.”

“And that’s what you want? For people to see me? For other men to watch me?”

His lips brush against mine. Just the briefest of grazes, really, but it sends heat sparking down my spine. “I wish only for your pleasure, Tatum. It’s all I want. Being seen makes you happy.” His hand cups my bulge, and the motherfucker grips it like he thinks it might slip away. “Watching you come undone gets me harder than I’ve ever been before.” For emphasis, he uses his hand not holding my cock to guide mine to his bulge. Jesus. He’s so hard, it’s fucking pulsing in my hand. “This is what you do to me. It belongs to you. Only you. It is for your eyes only. But this ...?” He shakes my dick. “Your cock belongs to the world. You wish for every soul to see it, don’t you?”

“It sounds like you’re calling me loose in virtue and light in shame.” I arch an eyebrow. “Did you just insinuate I’m a whore?”

“Nyet,” he barks, startling me.

“Good grief!” I slap his chest. “Fucking warn a guy before screaming directly into his face. Rude, much?”

“What I am saying is this cock is the most beautiful cock in the world. I love when you show it off, because once you’ve got everyone riled up, I’m the one who gets to take care of it. I get to caress it. Kiss it. Hold it until I have no feeling left in my hands. It is my responsibility to make it come.” His stare intensifies, and it’s almost too much to take. “I will always take care of what is mine. That is the difference between Benito and me. I will never make you feel ashamed of you or your body. I will worship it.”

“Abi . . .”

He shakes his head. “He cut you down. Benito broke your confidence. He made you feel like you don’t deserve this, butyou do. No one has ever made me wild like you. Before you, I imagined myself settling down in a subdivision, getting a promotion to ensure I’m out of harm’s way, and eventually marrying a woman. Now ...”

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