Page 84 of The Devil's Deal

But I can’t suppress the jealousy running foul within my heart.

She reaches a hand, her nails riding down his chest, and my pulse slams hard in my ears.

At first he seems uninterested, looking at his cell, completely ignoring her. But then, with a quick jerk of his head, his eyes find mine.

A menacing smile forms on his face. Without his eyes leaving mine, he slips his cell into his pocket and plants his palm on the top of her head, forcing her down onto her knees.

Just like he did me.

My vision blurs, my hands tremble. It’s like a punch to the gut, nerves erupting there, sending a cold wave down my back. I don’t want to watch, yet I’m doing it anyway.

She eagerly kneels down on the concrete as she unbuckles his belt, unzipping him. He pulls out his cock, his eyes still chained to mine as he fists the crown, easing it inside her mouth.

I gasp, shutting the curtains, but I can hear his masculine chuckle as the woman moans around his dick.

He wanted me to see. I bet he planned this to hurt me.

Asshole.

I pull the drapes apart a tiny bit, finding his eyes still at my window as though he knows I’m still watching.

I know it shouldn’t, but my core pulses with desire, seeing him with someone else.

It makes me sick.Hemakes me sick.

I grind my thighs, watching her go faster, my pussy spasming from the emptiness.

This is just a normal reaction, I attempt to convince myself.

Then why the hell do I want to throw her across the goddamn street?! Why do I want him to do what he did to me in the library, but this time with his cock?

Getting on my knees for him wasn’t just a drunken spell. I wanted it. Wanted him. The liquor only gave me the courage to admit what I wouldn’t.

My hand slinks down under my shorts, discovering myself wet and hungry. The orgasm that’s been building within me since I saw him with that woman roars to life.

Still looking, I rub my fingers around my achy clit, wanting him inside me. Wanting that powerful masculinity pushing down onto me.

His eyes are on the drapes, still only opened enough for me to see what’s happening. He can’t stop looking at the window, even as he grips the back of the woman’s head.

Why the hell does that turn me on even more? I pretend it’s me on my knees, making him grunt.

Does he want it to be me? Is that why he can’t stop staring?

I separate the curtains just enough for him to know I’m still there.

“Fuck,” he groans so loudly, I could have heard him from a mile away.

I work myself faster. Harder. The orgasm soars higher, the need for release so strong I almost can’t make my finger work.

My hand clasps around the curtain, my fist tight as I fire out his name in between gritted teeth, unable to control how I feel, how much I want him. I shouldn’t want the man who's holding me hostage. But I do. I want him, and I can’t deny it, no matter how hard I’ve been trying.

My orgasm rises until there’s nowhere to go but down. I fall, forcing myself into a release that has my body convulsing and my hand pulling on the curtain so hard I open it even more.

And when he sees me, when he sees where my hand is, the corners of his lips curl into a knowing smile. He saw what I was doing, and right now, I don’t give a fuck.

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DOMINIC

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