Page 15 of Eden's Deliverance

He may think he does, but hereallydoesn’t. The kid has been pining over this girl for a year—so caught up in hating her guts, he would probably rip out her spine before ever actually talking to her like a human being.

“Uh, I obviously do. Why do you think I sent you in there, to give you a late birthday present or something?”

I bite out a soft chuckle and explain, “Well, I wouldn’t complain if that were the case. I’d probably have to thank you, because that wasby farthe most fun I’ve had toying with a broad in ages. And I didn’t even have to fuck her.”

He looks relieved at that notion, but he’s not finished interrogating me. I’m not going to get away with bare-minimum details here. “Just tell me, don’t make me fucking beg for it like an asshole,” he scoffs.

But Ilovebegging, and he knows that. I wholeheartedly believe it’s the sweetest song to be sung from someone’s lips.

“I told her she’d have to come to the Red Room if she wanted the real deal, just like you told me to. She wouldn’t bite. Said she can’t. ‘It’s not for her.’ Some bullshit like that.”

“And before that?” he coaxes.

I just shrug. Guy’s really a glutton for punishment. Iwastrying to spare his feelings, but if he insists on knowing the nitty-gritty, who am I to say no?

“I took her in there, sucked her tongue like a goddamn lollipop, stripped her and tied her to the bed, blindfolded her, finger-banged her until she cried, and then crammed my fingers down her throat ‘til she choked.” His fist is clenched so tightly around his glass, I’m actually worried it might break…but the dick wanted details. “Let’s see…then I gagged her, licked that cunt until she was just about to come, and left her squirming before she could get off.”

I’m expecting a punch to the gut more than the words that come out of his mouth next. “How did she taste?”

Interesting.

I don’t really know how to answer that, especially without sounding like I’m as obsessed with her as he is. “I’m not gonna lie to you, Sky. You know how I feelabout giving head. It’s a fucking chore and you can never guarantee what you’re going to get.”

“But?”

“But,” I say, pausing to take a sip of my drink, “I could eat her pussy all day. The way she cried for it was totally worth the effort, and I would have actually liked getting her off. She kept making these little whining noises, and if she wasn’t gagged, I’m sure she’d be begging for more. And the taste? Fucking delicious, man. Like her desperation was just seeping through. Ifyouget her beneath you, you’re done for.” He holds up a hand, signaling for me to shut the fuck up, but I shrug him off. “I’m just saying, is all. I don’t know if you really want to go there.”

He takes a sip of his vodka before slamming the glass on the bar. “And what, let you have it all for yourself? I don’t think so. She’s mine to do what I want with. You can have the scraps.”

“You’re a downright prick, you know that?” I extend my glass, and he taps it with his own. He doesn’t have to say anything. We’ve got this inside-language, the two of us.

No hard feelings.

Scarlett emerges from the VIP hallway, and I nudge Skylar with my elbow while nodding in her direction. “Now, that’s what I like to see,” he mocks.

Her face is red and swollen from crying, her round cheeks blushed with frustration. Fuck, now my dick is hard again. I love it when they cry.

She makes eye contact across the bar, and we raise our glasses toward her. She looks from me to him, then back to me. Ah, the cogs seem to be clicking into place for her—they must be, because she’s wearing the same face of shock from twenty minutes ago when I stopped pleasuring her.

We may have altered our immediate appearances tonight to ensure she wouldn’t recognize us, but she seems to be recalling that the man next to me is the same one who approached her earlier at the bar. She knows we’re a team now.

Her shoulders rise and fall with this adorable huff of anger before storming off, no doubt to look for Penelope so she can tell her all about what happened.

Skylar is intent on getting her into the Red Room for his own personal torture session. We may be willing to break a few rules here and there to get her where we want her, but ultimately, that’s where things need to happen.

Truthfully, I’d have her anywhere. White Room, Blue Room…her room.I’d do anything to see her—hear her—unfolding beneath me again. Not that he would let me get another go at her, anyway.

We may be childhood friends, but he’s never shared. Not then, not now, not ever.

Not that I’m watching her like a hawk or anything, but she reenters the dance floor with Penelope a few minutes later, and the two resume dancing.

She’s beautiful, and that corset makes her tits look fucking phenomenal, so it’s no surprise to me when another man in a white mask propositions her.

What does surprise me is the man. He’s not supposed to be in white, and he’s not supposed to be talking to Skylar’s girl.

They leave the dance floor to return down the same hallway I led her through, but not before she flashes me a spiteful look over her shoulder. There’s no doubt he’s going to finish off what I started, so she can keep the attitude to herself.

“Let’s go home,” I mumble, finishing off the last of my bourbon.

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