Page 26 of Pray for the Damned

She looks around, her eyes darting around the empty tables around us. My body is big enough that even if someone came over here, either I or the table would block what she’s doing from their view.

“You’ll have to be quiet, though. I don’t want to share the sounds you’ll make when you fall apart for me.”

Waverly opens her mouth to argue, but she snaps it closed again when Sienna’s gagging drifts across the club and drags her attention back to the stage. There’s drool dripping down her mouth and black tear stains down her cheeks. Micah likes his subs messy, and every time I’ve ever seen him and Sienna play, she’s always wearing more makeup than usual to play into that fantasy.

He drags her off his length and bends at the hips as he grasps her throat roughly, saying something to her quietly that causes her to moan. He takes her lips in a rough kiss that’s over far too soon and then reaches down to the toy lodged inside her. By the way her body jolts, I’d say turning the speed up.

My girl flicks her eyes up at me, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth as she thinks through what I’ve said.

I reach up and carefully dislodge the battered flesh, brushing my thumb along the pouty pillow I’ve dreamed of kissing for so many years. “None of that,” I murmur.

Her tongue darts out and brushes against my thumb, causing a growl to escape my throat. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t flinch away at the sound, and I can’t help but smirk down at her.

“Are you going to touch that pretty pussy for me, sweetness?”

Waverly drags in an unsteady breath and nods slowly, never tearing her eyes off me as her hand disappears beneath the table, and I curse the solid wood for blocking my view of her. I’ve spent more nights than I care to admit thinking about what her heat tastes like, but I need to be patient.

Thankfully patience is a virtue, and I’m nothing if not a virtuous man.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

WAVERLY

What the hell am I doing?I ask myself, but I don’t stop my hand from dragging my dress higher up my thigh until I can slip my fingers between my legs.

My panties are soaked with my arousal from a combination of the things I saw on the tour, the scene playing out in front of me, and the man sitting pressed against my side.

I circle my sensitive clit, and a shiver racks through my body, causing an amused smile to tug at Emmett’s lips.

“Eyes on them, Waverly,” he orders. “If at any point this gets to be too much or you want to stop, just say the word, okay?”

I nod, words failing me as I shift my hips closer to the edge of the bench seat.

“Words, sweetness.”

“Yes,” I whisper, but it comes out in a moan that I’m sure amuses him to no end.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. But then I can’t believe a lot of the things that have happened in the last forty-eight hours, and I’m trying not to let myself think too hard about it. I’ve spent myentire life playing it safe, never taking risks, always looking over my shoulder, never truly letting myself live. At least here I’m in a controlled environment.

I fix my eyes on Sienna as she writhes on the cushion, her hands fisted in the cuffs at her back. Would I like to be on stage like that? Could I handle people looking at me? Could I follow the orders of someone like Micah?

A soft moan escapes my throat when I see Micah drag his hard length across her cheek as he murmurs something to her. I wish I could hear what he’s saying, but I can imagine just fine. If I had to guess, I’d imagine he’s saying things like, “You’re being such a good little whore, aren’t you, baby?” And “You better not get too close to the edge, Sienna. You know you’re not allowed to come until I say.”

Emmett’s steady presence beside me gives me the confidence to continue, even as my heart beats wildly in my chest.

This is so unlike me. So unlike the woman that is always safe. So unlike the girl that ran with nothing but a tiny suitcase and a backpack, with no idea how she was going to survive on her own. But instead of shying away from the moment, I embrace it.

“I bet your panties are soaked,” Emmett murmurs beside me.

I nod but don’t bother responding as I watch Micah bury himself in Sienna’s mouth once more. I’ve given a few blow jobs, but I’ve always done all the work while the guy just sat back and groaned. But that’s not what’s happening in front of us. He’s fucking her mouth with the same intensity he would her pussy, and it’s fucking hot.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers, Waverly,” Emmett growls. “Push your panties to the side and bury your fingers inside your sweet cunt.”

His filthy words only seem to intensify my pleasure, and a quiet moan escapes my throat of its own accord. God, this isfucking hot. Not something I ever imagined myself doing, but perhaps the hottest experience of my life.

I do as I’m told, taking a few seconds to circle my clit before I trail my fingers lower and press one inside me. It’s not nearly enough, but I’m not the one running the show. I may be the one doing the work, but Emmett is calling the shots, and I like it more than I probably should.

Maybe it’s because I’ve spent so many years making every decision in my life that handing over something like this feels like a blessing, even if it is out of my comfort zone.

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