Page 29 of Lords of Ruin: Owned

I stay silent, frozen under his gaze, hoping that if I don’t move, don’t breathe, I won’t have to answer such an exposing question.

“Answer me, pawn,” he growls, his voice rasping with a dangerous edge. When I shift to cross my legs, his grip tightens, holding them open with commanding ease. The low snarl that rumbles from his chest sends a bolt of electricity down my spine, zapping my pulsing core.

“Yes,” I finally whisper, my voice trembling as I take a shaky breath. “You all do.”

His eyes narrow, dark and unreadable, but there’s no mistaking the possessiveness in them. “I didn’t ask about the others.” His voice drops lower, curling around me like smoke as his fingers trace the inseam of my jeans, the touch maddeningly slow and deliberate. “I asked about me. Do I make you nervous?”

The pounding of my heart drowns out everything else, the heat of his presence overwhelming. My teeth ache with the urge to bite my lip again, but I force myself to meet his gaze. Cast’s smirk deepens as his fingers halt their maddening path, resting inches from my pussy. His green eyes burn with a mix of mischief and something darker—something I don’t dare name, because I don’t know what it might mean if I’m right.

“You’re scared of me,” he says, his tone amused yet razor-sharp. He leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “But I can see it, Willow. The way your pulse races. The way you can’t decide if you want to run or stay.” His voice dips lower, soft and teasing. “You like it, don’t you? That feeling.”

My lips part, but no sound comes out at first. I’m not sure how to answer—how to navigate the chaotic storm he’s pulling me into. “I... I don’t know,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He chuckles darkly, his hand sliding higher, his thumb brushing against the curve of my pussy. “Oh, I think you do. You liked ityesterday too, didn’t you? Being on your knees. The way it felt, the way I made you feel.”

I swallow a whimper, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing.

“Say it,” he whispers, his tone soft yet unyielding, the kind of command that pulls at something deep inside me. “Tell me the truth, Willow. Did you like being on your knees yesterday?”

My heart pounds so loudly I can barely think. The memory rushes back, vivid and inescapable: the way the room seemed to shrink, how his presence consumed every inch of it, the look in Damien’s eyes, Vincent’s cock down my throat, the way my body reacted before my mind could catch up. A part of me hated it—hated him—but the other part...

“Yes,” I whisper, the word slipping out like a confession. My cheeks burn, but I can’t bring myself to look away from him. “I liked it.”

Cast’s grin stretches wider, a predator’s grin. His knuckle presses on my clit, sending a pulse of heat through me. “Good girl,” he says, his voice rich with satisfaction. “Because you didn’t lie, I will let you cum.”

A sharp breath escapes my lips just as Cast pulls smoothly into the school parking lot, the engine’s low growl a perfect echo of his own voice. The world outside feels too close—students milling about, laughter and chatter ringing through the air—but the heat radiating off him makes everything else blur. Despite the crowd, despite the risk, a reckless part of me—stupid, insatiable—doesn’t care who’s watching because another minute this riled up and I might scream.

“Right here?” I pant.

“Right now,” he replies, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Or you’ll have to wait.”

“I thought you had a problem with anyone getting to see me,” I murmur, almost as if daring him.

His hand snaps up, pinching my chin and turning my face to his, an intoxicating flicker of amusement in his moss-green eyes. “No one gets to see you without my permission,” he growls, his tone dark and possessive. “Understand?”

Heat floods under my skin, pooling low in my stomach, and my breath catches. The intensity in his gaze makes me feel both trapped and exhilarated. My body reacts before my mind can process the weight of his words, and I nod.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper, the words slipping out like they belong to him.

His eyes glint, that familiar, dangerous green darkening as a smirk curls his lips. The look makes my stomach twist. I fight the ridiculous urge to kick my feet like a giddy schoolgirl.

Cast turns my head forward and my gaze lands on Vincent, leaning lazily against his car as he chats with some random baseball player. The snug fit of his black t-shirt pulling across his chest and showing off the lean muscles beneath. Faded jeans hang low on his hips, that makes me lick my lips at how he tasted last night: like a salted chocolate chip cookie.

“Look at him,” Cast whispers, his voice low and firm, like velvet wrapped around steel. “Now you're going to give him a little show since you, naughty girl, didn't wear your dress today.”

I nod weakly, my eyes locked on Vincent through the window as my hands unbutton my jeans and Cast helps me shimmy the fabric down and expose my bare pussy.

“I see you listen to some rules,” he purrs, his free hand trailing down my side, fingers skimming over the curve of my hip. “Now, be a good girl and cum all over my seat.”

His words send a jolt through me, equal parts terror and exhilaration. My pulse quickens, pounding in my ears as his hand slips lower. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper, but it escapes anyway, soft and needy. Cast chuckles darkly, his breath hot against my neck.

“You’re already so wet for us,” he murmurs, his fingers teasing my arousal dripping down my thighs. “ Because you want to be good for us, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe, the word barely audible over the rush of blood in my ears. My hands grip the edge of the car seat, knuckles white as I struggle to stay still. Cast’s fingers slide through the slick heat waiting for him. A gasp escapes me, sharp and involuntary, and I see Vincent glance toward the car, his brow furrowing slightly.

Oh God. He’s looking this way.

Cast’s laugh is a low rumble in my ear, vibrating through my body like a live wire. “He sees you,” he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “But he doesn’t know what we’re doing. Not yet.”

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