Page 71 of Depraved Desires

“Do you want me to let go?” I asked, worry settling inside me.

I’ve touched him before, and every time I had, he snapped. A few days ago, when we slept in the same bed and I’d removed the pillows, he freaked out and choked the shit out of me. Anything could happen, right now. He could hit me, choke me again, freak out and leave. The possibilities were endless.

He slightly shook his head, but I could see the emotions flashing across his face. He was torn between wanting this and something else I couldn’t quite place.

I started stroking him up and down making him hiss out. My eyes never left his face, afraid that if I looked away, the switch would flip again. Without warning, he grabbed me by my arms and tugged me forward, mashing our chests together. His lips parted as he allowed me to pleasure him, his hands tight around my arms and his body trembling.

“Crouch down a little,” I said breathlessly, not even sure what I planned on doing.

He only hesitated for a moment before he listened, putting us a little more on the same level. Spreading my legs, I eased forward, pressing him against me. His body locked up instantly, and fear coursed through him.

“Relax,” I soothed. “I’m not going to fuck you.”

He blew out a breath, his movements ridged before he slowly started to relax and allow me to do what I wanted. Placing my hand beneath the bottom of his shaft, I used it to guide him over my slick folds, grinding on him.

“Holy shit,” he said, his eyes rolling from the intense feeling.

My breathing increased as electricity shot through my core. He felt so fucking good against me. I rocked along him, a moanslipping free as I worked to pleasure us both. Slowly, he released my arms, moving them up to cradle my face. Our breaths mingled together before his lips brushed against mine slowly, unsure, hesitantly.

I didn’t know what the hell we were even doing. He probably didn’t either. But in this moment, it felt way too good to even contemplate stopping. His cock slid against my clit, sending bolts of electricity spiraling through me with every movement. His hands tightened around my face as he deepened the kiss, a growl rumbling through him when I placed my foot on the edge of the tub and worked him faster against me.

I was about to make Foster Henderson come. The virgin who couldn’t stand to be touched by women. He was going to come forme. That thought alone heightened the heat radiating through my body. I wanted him inside me so badly but knew better than to push my luck with him. He was always a thought away from snapping and shattering it all.

Soft gasps fluttered past my lips, and he devoured them all, his hands dropping around me to cup my ass where he proceeded to squeeze. His tongue slipped into my mouth, sliding against mine softly. He was testing the waters, trying to figure out what he could handle.

What happened to him? It was so obvious he wanted this, but there was doubt written all over him. He was traumatized by something, and I wanted to know what.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. His body continued to tremble as I pushed him toward the edge of his release.

“Does it feel okay?” I whispered, yearning for his approval. I didn’t know what I’d do if he asked me to stop.

“Like fucking heaven.”

Warmth spread through me from his admission. I knew my head wasn’t acting right from the alcohol and drugs, but Icouldn’t find it in me to care. The only thing that mattered was getting him off. Sober me wouldn’t have done this. He gripped my ass tightly, lifting me just a smidge and helped guide me along his dick. My heart rate sped up and the heat exploded through me. I was so close. So, fucking close. In no time, I was shattering all over him, moaning like a whore in church. Who knew that sex wasn’t the only way to unravel a person so intensely?

“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping me even tighter, his breathing labored. His warmth shot all over my pussy, making me shudder.

I collapsed against his chest, leaving my hands at my sides. His grip on me didn’t falter as we both breathed heavily against one another for a few minutes, working to steady our rapidly beating hearts. It wasn’t sex, but it still felt amazing.

His lips brushed against my head, surprising me with the gentle action. “W-We can’t do that again,” he said. “I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have happened.” As much as I hated it, he was right. This was a one-time thing. Spurred on by drugs, alcohol, and lust. Come tomorrow morning, we’d probably both regret it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Rocky

My teeth ground together as I paced the living room of Monroe’s apartment. A bottle of pills was clutched tightly in my hand—the same pills Aspen requested I get for her. I’d gotten the call earlier this morning. Aspen never came home from work Tuesday night. She wasn’t answering phone calls or texts, and she definitely hasn’t walked through that door. At first, Monroe believed she’d been booked for the night. But when one night turned into two and she still wasn’t home, he’d started worrying. Not enough to call me and fill me in though, apparently.

“I’m going up there,” I snarled, shoving the bottle of pills into my pocket.

Monroe was seated on the couch, nursing a glass of bourbon. A crease formed between his eyebrows as he stared down at the amber liquid. “Where?” he finally asked, bringing his eyes up to meet mine.

“The club. If I find out anything, I’ll let you know.”

I knew Talissa. She had cameras everywhere. She liked to be in the know about everything happening within her business. She’d watch the feed every night before she left, deleting anycontent that was illegal just in case the cops decided to make an appearance.

Since Aspen started staying here, she’s never just vanished. I found it hard to believe that if plans changed, she wouldn’t reach out to one of us and let us know. I was pissed off at Monroe for waiting so long to fill me in. Anything could have happened between Tuesday to today. The thought made my guts coil with unease.

He nodded in response, his lips drawn tight. “I just didn’t want to be overbearing,” he admitted. “I wanted to give her space.”

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