Page 37 of Dance with the Devil

“Call off your goons,” I tell him.

“Do you really think that you’re in the position to negotiate? Three.”

Hoping like hell that he lied, that he is bluffing, I concede a little by unbuttoning my jeans, but before I tug on the zipper, I say, “Aren’t you hoping to use this to prove a dirty Sinner plowed the Dragonfly princess?” I hate calling Genevieve that when I know she despises it, but if that’s what Winter thinks… “Won’t really have as much of an impact if it’s obvious we’re only doing it at gunpoint.”

“You might be right. And I’d prefer her to look like she’s enjoying it, not that she’s afraid for her life.” He pauses for a moment. “Fine. Finish undressing, then I’ll send Noah and Baker away. If I’m satisfied with what’s on the camera, they won’t come back until your next meal in the morning.”

“Genevieve stays in her clothes until they’re gone,” I growl.

Winter chuckles. “And you wanted me to believe you don’t already consider Ms. Libellula yours? Take off the jeans, Mr. da Silva.”

Before he can say ‘four’, I pointedly stare in the camera and remove my pants. I save time and take my boxer briefs off with them. Kicking them off, giving Winter my most defiant expression, I tell him, “Done.”

“Quite impressive,” drawls Winter. “Seems like we won’t have to waste too much time for foreplay since you’re obviously ready.”

I won’t apologize for being aroused. Sorry. It’s my default state while Genevieve is around, and though I’ve been able to control myself since sneaking off to the exposed toilet and rubbing one out while Genevieve wasright fucking therejustseemed disrespectful and wrong, my body is so ready for release, I can’t help it.

My mind knows better than to be excited that I’m supposed to fuck Genevieve on command. Normally, my body would, too. But it’s been nearly three weeks since I’ve come. I’m primed to explode.

At least I won’t be able to torture her for too long. How much do you want to bet that, almost as soon as I work my way into Genevieve’s virgin pussy, I go off right away?

Here’s hoping, though I’m sure Winter won’t be too happy with a two-minute show.

Not like I give a shit. This is about making this as easy as possible for Genevieve. And if stripping down to nothing, having my cock and balls and ass on display for a psycho and his two goons, fine.

“There. I did what you said.”

“And you even made it by the count of five. Fair enough. Okay. Pack it in, boys. Go upstairs and wait for my next orders. Tonight? It’s for our young lovers here.”

And Johnny fucking Winter.

THIRTEEN

HIS

GENEVIEVE

I’ve seen Cross naked before; at least, from the waist down I have. It wasn’t on purpose. As attracted to him as I’ve been since the beginning, I’m not a perv. I’m not about to gawk at him unless he knows that he’s completely naked—like he is now.

But it happens, you know? I’m sure he’s gotten a glimpse of me before. It’s kind of avoidable when the toilet is out in the open. It’s only ever been a flash, though. Just an idea of what his limp cock looks like as he’s finishing up a piss before he rinses off his hands at the sink.

Now? There’s no avoiding seeing the majesty this is an aroused Cross da Silva.

I tell myself that his erection doesn’t mean anything. He’s been cooped up in here with me for weeks. A stiff breeze could probably get him going at this point. I don’t take it as a personal accomplishment that the though of him having to fuck me has him already hard, though I can’t help but appreciate the sight.

I’ve seen cocks before, but there’s something about eyeing the one that wants to find its way inside of you that makes them seem so much… bigger. And Cross’s is definitely impressive. Iwould’ve still been drawn to him if he pulled out, like two inches, but the six or so he has looks like it’ll be a lot of fun to play with.

I just… how the hell is that supposed to fit inside of me?

It’s supposed to, I tell myself. Don’t worry about that. At least one of us knows what we’re doing, and if that sudden surge of heat that flashes through me when I’m irrationally jealous of all of Cross’s previous lovers has me eager to join them so that I’m hislatestone… well, it’s not like I didn’t know he was more experienced already. I wanted to fuck him anyway, and if we go through with this, I will.

I hate that we have no choice. Like, Ireallyhate it. I want him to choose me because he cares about me, and while he’s already told me that he has, he hasn’t even made a single move toward me since that one kiss we had.

And now we have to fuck?

“Tick tock,” Winter says mockingly. “I upheld my end of the bargain. My men are gone. I’ll be quiet. You can forget I’m here and simply enjoy yourselves. But I warn you: my patience with this is thin. Please. It’s just sex. Do what I ask and let’s move on this our lives, yes?”

Maybe for Winter it’s just sex. But that creep knows very well that I’ve never done this before. I heard him. Asshole said ‘deflower’, and I almost want to fuck Cross just so I can finally be done with this purity bullshit for once and for all. The only reason I haven’t had sex yet is because the opportunity never presented itself. I didn’tsavemyself or anything like that. Hell, if Christopher had taken me up on my offer to fool around when we were sixteen and I was bored, I wouldn’t be obsessing over it now.

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