Page 67 of Deliver us from Evil

Rube’s eyes narrow. “He’s tried, Trinity. More than once.”

I start to argue, but then Rube shoves his cock back in my mouth.

“Every time he wants to talk, you walk away. Or tell him to go fuck himself. Or decide you need a nap.”

Oh my God. He makes me sound like a spoiled brat. But with each reprimand, his cock is being shoved into my mouth, so I have no choice but to shut up and listen.

“So when I’m done with you,” Rube says, his voice dropping an octave lower, “You’ll go out there, and you’ll listen.”

He tightens his fist in my hair.

It’s taken him a long time to even dare to do anything that might bring me the slightest pain. He’s refused to sleep with me ever since we arrived at this mansion. He keeps saying he doesn’t want to hurt me again. It doesn’t matter what I tell him. What his brothers tell him.

And I’m starting to think it has something to do with Zach. I know Rube’s not childish enough to bribe me, but…It’s as if he needs me to forgive his brother before he can even think of making love to me.

I’m not happy with the fact that I could be the one sabotaging my happiness.

Another twist. Sharp pain brings tears to my eyes that the shower’s rain setting patters away.

“Do you hear me?” he asks. His voice is gruff, tight. He’s getting close.

I nod, and even bat my eyelashes at him. Then I swirl my tongue as best I can around the tip of his cock, my core clenching at the salty taste of him.

He lets out a deep groan, and then thrusts hard into my mouth as if he wishes he was fucking me instead.

Don’t we both?

When he comes a second later, I swallow what I can, but some of his load trickles out the side of my mouth while I’m choking it down.

He pulls out, his cock bobbing an inch away from my lips as he uses his thumb to scoop up the cum dribbling down my chin.

“Don’t waste,” he murmurs. I dart forward, drawing his thumb into my mouth and sucking it clean.

“Good girl.” He strokes my wet hair, and for a second I think he’s going to put his cock back in my mouth for another round.

I guess I deserve it.

As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. Ever since he came back from the hospital, I’ve been avoiding Zach. I refuse to listen to him, dodging every request he’s made.

Honestly, I’m surprised it’s taken this long for my men to call me to task for it.

Rube crouches, grabs my hips, and helps me to my feet. Then he smooths back the hair straggling over my face and kisses my forehead.

“When?” I murmur, closing my eyes. I’m pretty sure I can reschedule any date I set. More importantly, I’m hoping that if I do set a date, he’ll finally do the one thing I’ve been begging him to for months now.

Make love to me.

He trails his fingers down my body, slides his hand between my legs, and tests me with a crook of his middle finger.

His breath is warm and sweet on my face when I look up at him, waiting for his reply.

But he’s wearing a grim expression I don’t like one bit.

“Now.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Zach

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