Page 20 of Pit

Tessa

I hesitate. The darkness in his eyes is daring me to follow his instruction, but my brain is screaming at me to wake the fuck up. This man is holding me against my will, and he knows I’m a virgin. If I encourage this, what does that make me? And what if he doesn’t stop at teasing?

Fuck it.If I’m going to die, I may as well do the one thing the old me would never do and live a little.

I trail my fingers down my stomach, and his eyes follow them hungrily. I swipe a finger through my wetness and hiss, biting on my lower lip. I use my other hand to stroke my nipple, teasing the bud until it’s hard before moving to the next. I close my eyes, enjoying the buzz it gives me to have a gorgeous man like Pit watching me.

The sound of his zipper has my eyes opening and my head shooting up. Pit is still sitting in the chair, but his hand is wrapped around his erection, which stands thick and proud. I still my fingers, staring as he moves his hand up and down his shaft.

I’ve never done this sort of thing, and I’m surprised how turned-on it makes me knowing I’m affecting him too.Me. It almost makes me feel powerful. I dip my fingers inside, gathering the wetness and rubbing it over my swollen clit. I work them faster as Pit does the same, panting as he chokes his cock in his hand with his eyes fixed between my legs.

I come hard, harder than I have before, and for the first time ever, I think about sex. Hard, fast, dirty sex.With him.Pit stills his hand, and I watch as cum shoots out, hitting his shirt and dripping down his fist.

His head falls back and he stares at the ceiling while blindly wiping his mess using the T-shirt he took from me. After a few silent minutes, he tucks himself away and stands. “Sleep,” he mutters, approaching me. He takes my hand and repeats his earlier taste test, licking my fingers clean. “I’d have paid five grand just to lick your pussy,” he mutters before heading for the door.

I release a long breath, staring after him.Fuck,he’s hot.My potential killer is HOT.

The next morning, there’s a sharp knock on the door, waking me from my slumber. I groan, rolling onto my back and rubbing my eyes. Memories of the early hours come flooding back, and I feel my cheeks heat. Now, I’ve got to face him.

“Breakfast is ready,” says Pit, shoving my door open. His eyes trail over my bare legs sticking out from under the sheet. “You’ll miss out if you’re not quick. They’re like savages down there.”

“Your friends are still here?” I ask, feeling anxiety creeping in. “It’s fine. I’ll eat later.”

His brow furrows. “You’ll eat now.”

How do I tell him that people terrify me? “Really, I’m happy up here, hidden away,” I say, adding a little laugh to lighten the mood.

He steps into the room, watching me closely. “You must be hungry. You’ve not had anything since breakfast yesterday.”

“Well, that’s your rule, isn’t it? Feed me once a day?”

He goes over to the chair and picks up the T-shirt and bottoms he gave me to wear. He throws them my way. “I’ll wait while you dress.”

“Pit, I really don’t want to go downstairs,” I argue.

“There are other ways to make you, and I know they’ll work.” He arches a brow, and I sigh, pulling the clothes on.

“I’m not very good with people,” I admit, my voice low.

“Me either.”

“You don’t understand,” I push. “People tend to hate me. I’ll say the wrong thing.”

His brows are furrowed again as I ramble on, and then he does something odd—he holds out his hand, waiting for me to take it. After a few seconds staring at it, I stand and slide mine into his. “Take a breath,” he orders, and I do. “It’s going to be fine.”

“Don’t leave me,” I mutter as we head for the door, and he glances back. “Please,” I add. Because right now, I’m going with better the devil you know.

We enter the kitchen, where the large table is surrounded by people. It makes me want to vomit, even more so when their chatter dies down and they all glance our way. Pit keeps hold of my hand, leading me to the worktop and away from the table. I appreciate it. From this angle, I can back myself into the corner and just watch everyone else interact.

“Pancakes?” Pit asks, and I nod, but when he goes to step away, I immediately grab onto his arm. He pauses, glancing down where my fingers dig into his flesh, and I wince, releasing him immediately. “Tessa,” he murmurs, turning to face me and blocking everyone’s view, “I’m literally taking a few steps to get you some food. I’m not leaving you.”

I give a stiff nod, and he steps back, holding eye contact. When he reaches the table, he quickly grabs a plate and loads it with pancakes and crispy bacon before returning to me and placing the plate on the worktop. “Eat,” he whispers close to my ear.

“You have a lot of friends,” I mutter, picking off a piece of fluffy pancake and stuffing it in my mouth.

Pit smirks. “Family,” he corrects, and I arch a surprised brow. “These are my brothers.”

“Brothers?” I repeat. “Your poor mother.”

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