Page 195 of Brutal Prince

Eyes fixed on my throat, he starts undressing me. Every time his fingers graze my skin, I shudder. By the time he’s done, I’m full of goosebumps and ice-cold everywhere except my face, which is burning up with shame.

“Good,” Marcus says quietly. “Now how about a little foreplay. I’ll leave it up to you, but just make sure it’s good, yeah?”

Briar looks up at the sky. He takes a visible breath, and then slides his hands over my bare shoulders, pulling me close.

Hiding my nakedness from Marcus.

“Nuh-uh,” Marcus says, stepping closer. “I wanna see what you’re doing.”

He has his gun out again. I’m sure if he came close enough to us, Briar could take it from him. But he keeps at least a yard between us, sometimes more.

“Come on, man,” Briar says. “You’ve made your point. Just let her go.” He steps back, lifting up his hands. “You can kill me if you want, but just—”

“You do it, or I will,” Marcus growls.

Briar’s eyes skip to me, then back again. Oh my god, he’s actually considering letting Marcus touch me?

But wait…maybe that’s not a bad idea. Marcus would have one hand on me, and only one on the gun. Distracted. Horny as fuck. Maybe then Briar can—

“Grab her tits.”

Seems he took too long to decide. I’ve never in my life wished I had telepathic powers as much as I do right now. We’d have this all worked out, Briar and I. Marcus would already be lying hogtied on the floor, the cops on their way.

Arethe cops on their way? Is Briar playing for time?

Briar’s hands close over my breasts and start squeezing. I press my lips into a line, looking up, looking down, looking anywhere but at him.

“Is she getting wet?” Marcus asks.

I squeeze closed my eyes, a shiver chasing down my spine at the leer in Marcus’s voice.

“Fuck,” Briar mutters angrily, but his hand moves down anyway, skimming over my tummy, my clit. Sinking between my legs.

But he doesn’t touch my pussy. Or at least, he doesn’t finger me.

“Mmm,” he murmurs, looking at Marcus. “A little, but not there yet.”

My chest constricts painfully. The fuck does he think he’s doing? I step back, throwing an arm over my boobs and cupping a hand over my pussy.

But Briar doesn’t even look at me. He’s staring at Marcus.

“So…” Briar straightens, leaning his weight to one side. “I saw the video.”

My eyes dart to Marcus. Marcus gives Briar a lopsided smile. “Yeah?”

“I liked it,” Briar says, nodding a few times. “It cleared things up, you know?”

“Yeah?” Marcus says through a laugh.

The fuck are they talking about?

* * *

Briar

I haveno fucking clue what I’m doing, but I think it’s working especially since Marcus doesn’t seem that keen to blow my fucking head off anymore. I count that as a win. And I’ve gotten him to stop thinking about Indi — he’s not even looking at her anymore.

Instead, he’s fixated on me.

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