Page 78 of Afflicted

“Thanks.” I gaze up at him. “Why didn’t you talk to me for so long?”

He sighs heavily, frowning down at me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Then why?” My throat tightens a little, all the emotion I’d refused to acknowledge for the past few weeks welling up and making my eyes sting. “I thought you liked me.”

“Oh, angel.” He lifts a hand, jerking it back into a fist. With a frustrated sigh he runs a hand through his hair, and it’s such a juxtaposition, this huge tattooed man standing over me, looking utterly lost and helpless for a moment. His jaw feathers as he looks back down at me, reaching out to stroke his thumb down my cheek. “I do like you, Juliet. I like you too much. And that’s the problem.”

I try to smile and not show my disappointment. “So you were trying to talk yourself out of it, huh?”

He huffs out a laugh, his perfect mouth turning up into another one of his devastating smiles, and heat tenses my stomach. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” His hand moves from my cheek, down my throat, until he’s cupping my neck in his enormous warm hand. “And now you’re here, sitting on my bed, wearing my clothes.”

“It feels like a very girlfriend thing to be doing. Wearing your sweater.”

A growl rumbles in his throat. “It looks good on you. I like it.”

“Like I belong to you, huh?” I’m breathing a little harder now, and warmth is spreading between my thighs.

“If you belonged to me, angel, that sweater is the only thing you’d be wearing right now.”

My breath hitches in my throat. “Is that so?”

“Mmmm.” He leans on the bed, so he’s almost face to face with me. “I’d peel these sweatpants down your legs. Get down to your panties.”

“Oh really?” Why is my voice so damn squeaky? “You like having sex with clothes on?”

“I like delayed gratification.” His eyes flicker down to my groin. “You’re getting wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“No.” I shake my head, trying to fight off the overwhelming desire rushing through me.

His mouth turns up into a devilish grin, bright red crimson seeping into his eyes. “Liar.”

I swallow hard. “How do you know I’m lying?”

“Because I can smell you, angel.”

Heat runs down my spine. I know this isn’t allowed. I know he’ll get in trouble. I don’t know what they’ll do to him, but it has to be bad. It has to be awful. But the way he’s looking at me now, I can’t resist playing further into this dangerous game.

“And then what?” My mouth is running dry. “Then what would you do, once you had my panties off?”

“Who says I’d take them off?” He leans closer. “I’d stroke your clit through them, feeling you get wetter and wetter for me. I’d almost make you come, have you trembling right here on my bed, almost at the edge. And then I’d stop.”

“So you want to torture me, is that it?” I ask, trying to make my laugh sound nonchalant. My nipples are so hard they hurt. Every part of me is tense, listening to him talk like this.

“Not torture, angel. I just want you to beg. I want you to beg me to make you come. And once you’re begging me, I’d tear those panties off, and I’d have those legs draped over my shoulders.” He leans closer still, his breath hot as it passes the distance between us to wash over my lips. “I’d have your soaking wet cunt dripping down my lips.”

I can’t respond anymore. I’m one breath away from throwing myself at him. Instead I lean back on my hands, extending my legs out towards him. I shuffle down my sweatpants, just enough, just so he can see the tops of my panties.

“And then what?” I run a finger along my hip. “What would you do with your mouth then?”

A predatory haze sets over his face. I count out the seconds as his gaze follows the line of my finger.

“I’d suck that clit until you were screaming my name.” His eyes rove over my body, his hands still planted on the bed. “I’d make you come until you couldn’t take any more.”

“And then?”

His eyes flicker up to mine, filled with lust. “Then I’d flip you over, push your head right down into the bed, and sink my cock into that soaked pussy. I’d hold you down while I fucked you hard, while you’re screaming my name into the mattress.”

I shift on the bed, desperate for him to touch me. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to touch myself, right here, on his bed, in front of him.

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