Page 14 of The Dollhouse

My balls tightened when I heard her say my name. It did sound awfully illicit coming out of those lips. I let her have her moment, even though I itched to watch Carter teach her a lesson. It would be a lesson she’d never forget, and neither would I.

“I did,” I said, for it was no secret. When I’d come and saw her pink-haired self was nowhere to be seen, I had Carter pull Crystal to the side and pry Zoey’s schedule out of her. I was done dealing with Autumn for now, at least until I owned this place.

Her hair draped down, inches away from my face as she feigned cluelessness. “And I wonder why that would be?” Zoey’s fingers dug into the sides of the armrests, her back arched to lean over my form.

I couldn’t stop myself from doing what I did next.

My hand shot up, gripping her by the throat, pushing her off me as I stood up. I backed her up to the couch, and she nearly fell back on it. I crawled over her, pinning her to the leather, my hand still around her tender little neck. Her pink hair splayed around her head, her blue eyes hardly blinking as she stared up at me, daring me to go further.

“Because I want to own you any way I can,” I told her, my body on fire.

Zoey licked her lips. “What would you do with me if you had me?” Was she baiting me, or was she genuinely curious? I could not get a handle on this girl, regardless of how hard I tried, and it was infuriating.

I pulled myself off her, gesturing for Carter to take my place. Stepping aside, I let Carter take my position, his hand around her neck and his wide, strong body on top of hers. Though it was now Carter on her, Zoey hardly moved. It was like she didn’t care; it was like she begged for me, for us, to make her feel something.

That could certainly be arranged.

“I would have Carter ravish that body until you couldn’t think straight,” I said, leaning on the side of the couch, watching as her gaze flicked away from Carter, landing on me. “I wouldn’t let you leave this room until you were delirious with pleasure. I’d make you forget all about your boyfriend and your sister.” I felt a deliciously sinful smile spread across my face as I added, “I would make you forget everything but me.”

Carter held onto her firmly, and even though he had a bulge in his pants, he made no moves to do anything to her. He wouldn’t, until I said so, until I gave him the order to.

“You watched Carter take Crystal,” I said, reaching to run my fingers through her hair. Such soft strands. “Would you like it if he took you the same way?”

Her brows came together, and she murmured, “I don’t know.”

Not exactly the answer I was expecting from her, and Carter’s gaze lifted, meeting mine. What the fuck was I supposed to do with her? The last thing I wanted was to toss her out of this room and drag another woman back here; I had the feeling only Zoey would sate my appetite now, but at the same time, I was not a man who would force anything upon someone who didn’t want it.

Deep down, truly deep down, did Zoey want this?

“What do you want?” I asked, my fingers still woven through her hair. “Tell me what you want, and if it’s in my power to give, I will give it to you.”

Zoey’s gaze locked on Carter, and she reached to the hand holding her neck, wrapping her fingers around it. She did not go to pull him off; she simply trailed her hand along his wrist, up his arm, feeling the muscles on his bicep before running those fingers down his face.

Slowly she spoke, “I want to feel alive again.”

I had no idea whether that was something I could give her—the will to live. To feel alive and not be some drone going through the motions; it had to come from inside yourself—but I’d be damned if I wouldn’t try.

Pulling my fingers out of her hair, I said, “Carter, make her feel alive.”

He looked at me, his expression questioning, but he was smart not to ask any of those questions outright. Carter simply nodded and turned all of his focus on the girl beneath him. He would not fuck her like some animal, like he normally did to the women here; no, Zoey needed more, and for whatever reason, I felt inclined to indulge her.

Soon enough this girl would realize she already belonged to me. I’d known it from the very first moment I laid eyes on her. I knew, deep within my soul, she’d be mine.

I took my time in returning to my chair, sitting down. My cock strained against my pants, but I let it be, simply sitting back and watching as Carter got to work.

He kept a hand on her throat, using his other to feel her flat stomach, moving up to her tits. His fingers snaked beneath the small fabric, cupping her right breast with a grip that made her squirm. Carter must’ve started to tweak her nipple, pinching and toying with it, for her squirming only intensified. He went to her other tit to do the same, his hips leaning down upon hers, grinding them together.

Zoey let out a sigh, and when Carter’s hand released her neck, she turned to stare at me, looking at me as I watched them together.

He moved down her body, stopping his grinding to fully pay attention to the small bit of fabric under her stomach. Carter’s fingers yanked over the stringy suit bottom, and he licked two fingers on his other hand, priming them before running those same two fingers along her slit. Zoey moaned, writhing on the couch as he began to rub her clit, but she never tore her eyes off me.

She wanted to make sure I liked what I saw—and I did. Having her there with Carter, barely clothed, was all I ever wanted… at least after I met her. Zoey Marbella had taken residence up in my mind, renting all the unused space at a pace I could barely keep up with. Never had I fallen prey to a pretty face and a stunning body, not like now.

This… it was different. Nothing would ever be enough when it came to Zoey.

Carter removed his hand from her crevice only to replace it with his mouth. The very instant his mouth met her clit, the moment he began to lick and suck, her eyes snapped closed, and I knew he had her. Caught in the web of sensual euphoria, she could not fight the pleasure that was surely dominating every nerve in her body. Her skin had gotten pinker, her tits heaving with ragged breaths.

She was irresistible in every way, and though usually I watched, a large part of me wanted to get up and go to her, push Carter off her and taste her slick, hear the moaning coming from her throat first-hand.

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