Page 26 of Priest

Surprisingly, it had a sleek, polished vibe decorated in bold navy blue and charcoal gray, from the walls to the furniture. The room had a powerful yet refined and modern edge. Recessed lighting over the bed made the large Wyoming king bed a focal point of the room. Navy sheets and a navy down comforter looked inviting, along with large pillows, and I fantasized about rolling around in it with Priest all over me, beneath me, and inside of me.

There was a mixture of charcoal and navy velvet throw pillows added in with the regular pillows. A navy fur throw was at the bottom of the bed, and another one rested on a crushed velvet navy blue bench at the foot of the bed.

A large-screen TV was mounted on the wall. Off to the right was a sitting area in front of a bay window. I wasn’t sure what the window looked out on because navy blue and charcoal drapes were drawn closed.

On the walls, there were various pieces of erotic art.

I jumped at the feel of Priest’s hand on the back of my neck. I looked at him over my shoulder. I hadn’t noticed how far into his room I had walked. I stood at the bottom of the bed.

“What’re you doing in here?” he growled.

My heart raced in my chest.

“I um… I was curious about what your bedroom looked like,” I explained honestly.

“Like what you see?” he asked, pressing his erection into my ass cheeks.

I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. That feeling of helplessness washed over me again as if he might take what he wanted, and there wasn’t a damn thing that I could do about it. That wasn’t true. There was plenty I could do, even if I had to fight till my death. Then I would fuck him up along the way and possibly take him out with me if necessary. Only… I liked the way he felt against me. Damn. Why was I so torn?

I turned around and blew out my breath. “It’s a bedroom, Priest,” I replied soberly.

“You wanna test drive it?”

“Why is everything about sex with you?” I asked and pushed his chest to create space.

“Why are you always sneaking around? You’re just like every other woman, Ember.”

Hearing him say that to me made me want to prove him wrong. It made me want to show him that I wasn’t like every other woman. I wasn’t going out like that, though. I’d be damned if I ended up as a victim or another whore in his clubhouse. I would continue with my plan. He was already easing up on me.

“I’m nothing like other women, especially not those at your clubhouse.”

“How would you know? You don’t know nothing ’bout them.”

“I know they all would fuck you in a minute without blinking their eyes.”

“Like you wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t. They all have that thirsty look in their eyes when they look at you.”

“Like the one you’re sporting right now? Like you want to drop down and give me head?”

My breath inhaled sharply, more from surprise that he’d read me than from his statement.

“Don’t act shocked, pampered princess. Them big ass nipples doing damage to that T-shirt,” he replied in an edgy tone. He gripped my wrist, and his gaze dropped to my nipples.

“It’s cold in here, and you gave me this cheap T-shirt as a poor substitute for clothing.”

“So gahdamned bougie. Makes my fucking dick hard every time you spout that superficial, judgmental bullshit, pampered princess.”

“Stop calling me that,” I hissed.

“Want me to call you PP instead? We can work something out if that turns you on.”

“You’re nasty as hell. And I’m not into that shit.”

He leaned in closer and sniffed my neck. My eyes closed, and my pussy clenched so tightly at his warm breath on my neck. Priest licked the shell of my ear and whispered, “If I whipped my dick out right now and stuck it down your throat, you’d drain the muthafucka.”

“Fuck no! Not with your piss.”

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