Page 34 of The Dollhouse

“Well,” I said, both my hands in my pockets as I leaned my shoulder on the doorframe, blocking her only exit out, should she try to hurry up and run past me, “with how you act around me, I figured it was better to watch, just to make sure you weren’t doing anything stupid in here.” I shrugged. “I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Seeing her lather up her body made my dick hard, but that didn’t stop me from watching her. And, where Zoey was concerned, it seemed like she spent an excess amount of time scrubbing her tits.

“Of course,” Zoey said, giving me a roll of her eyes. “You’ll watch me shower just to make sure I’m not doing anything bad in here.” She began to rinse off her body, using her hands along with the water to get the suds off. Watching those hands run down her body, watching them cup her own breasts… she was hot and she knew it.

God, she irritated me so much. So fucking much, it was unreal.

I also irritated myself with how attracted I was to her. I shouldn’t want her this badly. It was annoying.

“I don’t know what you think of me,” Zoey went on, reaching down between her legs and running her fingers along her slit, “but I’m a good girl.” That hand remained between her legs a bit too long to simply be rinsing off the folds near her cunt. She had to be touching herself. She had to be doing it to see what I would do.

Right now the only thing I could do was watch.

I did manage to say, “Are you?” As I asked it, I doubted Zoey was ever a good girl. She’d given nothing but problems to Roman, and she would continue to do so for as long as she could. I bet when she was younger she played the good girl card but was always the wild one deep down. Now was just her time to let that wildness loose.

She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, slowly withdrawing her hand from between her legs. She turned off the water, pulling the curtain aside to give me an eyeful of her wet, naked body. “I’m a very good girl,” Zoey purred out, reaching for a towel, measured in stepping out of the tub and tying that towel around her chest, thereby blocking my view of her form. “You’re the one who came into my apartment while I was sleeping. If anyone’s bad, it’s you, Carter.”

I watched as she stepped closer to me, her pink hair dripping wet. Zoey lifted her chin, the color of her eyes boring into me as she let a slow grin crawl across her face. Those lips of hers… they were awfully tempting.

“You’re the naughty one,” Zoey whispered, giving me a slow, sly smirk that, in spite of myself, made my lower gut harden. Without another word, she pushed past me, exiting the bathroom and rounding the corner to where her bed was.

Roman’s words rang through my head as I trailed after her, reaching a hand into my pocket, my fingers running over the phone screen. I found Zoey standing in front of her dresser, pulling out whatever it was she would wear after she dropped that towel.

When she turned to face me, her clothes for the day laying across the bed, I pulled out my phone and dialed Roman. Roman must’ve been waiting for the call, for it only rang once before he answered: “Put me on speaker.”

I did, and then I locked gazes with Zoey.

“Zoey,” Roman’s voice came from the phone, and I watched her back straighten. It was almost funny, how different she acted when Roman was in the picture. Like she knew she had to behave for him; but for me? She could be a pain in my ass.

Oh, no. That wasn’t how this was going to go.

I took a certain type of smug satisfaction watching her reaction change, seeing the flicker of disbelief in her gaze, as if she could not believe I’d spoken to Roman about her misbehavior. Clearly, I was not above running and tattling on her, especially not when she looked so stunned as she realized it.

“Carter tells me you’ve been giving him an attitude,” Roman went on, and though she was attentive, Zoey frowned, those blue eyes of hers glancing up at me, rightfully accusatory in every single way. “When I’m not there, you are to treat Carter like you would me, and that includes not being an obstinate brat.”

Being an obstinate brat seemed to be Zoey’s specialty, one she did not appear willing to give up, if the glare she currently gave me said anything. Zoey’s lips, however, stayed shut. She knew she’d already fucked up; anything else she might’ve said in this moment would only push her further up the scale.

Roman’s harsh voice called out to me next, “Carter, I give you the permission to punish her however you like, just let me listen.”

At that, I’d be a liar if I said my body didn’t ache immediately. Truthfully, there was only one way I wanted to punish her, and that was showing her just how hard she’d made me while tempting me and teasing me.

“I—” Zoey started to say something, but I strode around her bed, slamming a hand against her mouth as I pushed her against the wall between her dresser and her bedframe.

“I believe it’s my turn to shine now,” I whispered, reaching to set the phone down on top of the dresser. An unreasonable excitement coursed through me; I couldn’t say why, but I was more than a little enthusiastic to have her.

To take her against the wall, while Roman listened.

While Romanlistened. Notwatched. It would be a first.

With a smirk, I kept my hand on her mouth, stopping her from saying anything else. With my other, I yanked the towel off her body, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. My already-erect cock jerked a bit in my pants as I let my gaze take its time in traveling along her.

Okay, fine. The pink hair might not be my thing, but the rest of her? The rest of her was utterly fucking perfect. Pink aside, I could see why Roman wanted her to belong to him. Zoey was slender but curvy, with perfect round tits. Even the giant tattoo on her side made my mouth water with a hunger only she could fill.

Her eyes narrowed at me, her full lips thinning into a line under my hand. Zoey said nothing, for she knew anything she could possibly say would only be heard by Roman; and I sincerely doubted whatever she would say would be something he’d like to hear.

If I had to bet? I’d say she wanted to tell me to fuck off or the old-fashioned fuck you. Either way, the word fuck was appropriate, for that was what I was about to do to her, what had been on my mind ever since she’d gotten up and shown me just how naked she was under those sheets.

The smirk on my face faded as I flipped her to her back, releasing my hold on her mouth to turn her. She stood with her hands on the wall, her palms flat, as if she could brace herself for what was about to come. The curve of her ass drew my gaze for a few moments, and I stared at it while working at my own belt and pants. I wasn’t going to get naked; just shed enough to get the job done.

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