Page 43 of Pay the Price

The mayhem in his laughter sent a shudder up my spine. “You should give that some thought, because fucking me isn’t going to be like fucking Wolf. It’s not going to be like fucking Otis.” His eyes burned into mine, a mixture of need and hate and the anger directed at me that I never understood. “I’m going todestroythat delicate little pussy of yours and I’m going to love every second of it.”

The words sent a shot of fear through my body. Not just the sexy kind, the kind I was learning made me wet even though it made me feel crazy, but the real kind: the kind that said this man might actually destroy me by the time he was done with me.

But it must have been the sexy kind too, because I felt myself tip over the edge of my orgasm, felt it filling me up until it had nowhere else to go.

I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to look at him anymore. Didn’t want to try and analyze the storm of emotion there.

And without the storm of emotion — all the things I didn’t understand that stood between us — I let go.

“Oh god…” I came hard, the closet shelves digging into my back as I shuddered, my pussy tightening around his fingers.

He pushed through anyway, driving them so far inside me it almost hurt, his thumb grinding out vicious circles on my clit as the tremors wracked my body.

He pushed his cock into the soft flesh of my stomach and the nearness of his erect shaft to my aching pussy extended my orgasm while opening up another aching yawn of need at my center.

When it was over, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. For a split second I thought he’d step away, call it done since he’d proven his point.

Then his mouth crashed down onto mine.

My arms snaked around his neck as he crushed my lips, our tongues tangling in a hectic dance as he yanked up my wet T-shirt and palmed my damp tits in both his hands.

I reached for his jeans and slid down the zipper, then freed his cock, gasping at the sheer weight and size of it in my hand, my pussy throbbing with the promise of it.

He let out a coarse groan as I closed my hand around his shaft. I registered his piercings, smooth ball bearings marching up either side of his cock, and marveled that someone as hard and angry as Jace Kane could possess a dick so soft it felt like silk in my palm.

We didn’t stop kissing, not while I stroked his dick or while he squeezed my nipples.

What was happening was inevitable.

Unstoppable.

He was gasping for air when he finally tore his mouth from mine. He spun me to face the closet and yanked down my underwear.

I held on to the shelf of the closet and offered him my ass without shame because right now there was literally nothing in the world I wanted more than for my tormentor to fuck me stupid.

I moaned when I felt the smooth head of his dick slide between my thighs. It nudged against the opening to my dripping cunt and I pushed back, more than ready for him.

I’m going to destroy that delicate little pussy of yours…

I didn’t care.

I didn’t care.

And then a door slammed shut behind us in the hall.

I jumped, startled, and felt Jace straighten.

“Damn… I can’t say I’m surprised.” I looked over my shoulder — god help me. I was still facing the closet with my ass out, still desperate for Jace to fuck me — and saw Otis leaning against the wall, a mischievous grin on his face. “Don’t let me stop you. Unless… you want some privacy?”

Jace put another inch between us, literally hanging my ass out to dry, and tucked his dick back into his jeans. The front of his T-shirt was wet where he’d been smashed against my T-shirt.

I hurriedly pulled up my underwear and turned around. My cheeks felt like they were on fire.

Jace shook his head and raked my body with a dispassionate gaze, like I was no more interesting than an all-you-can-eat buffet at the end of the night. “Nah, I’m done here.”

He ambled down the hall without a look back, leaving me standing half in the closet with a wet pussy, my tits on display, and enough humiliation to last a lifetime.

Otis lifted his eyebrows. “Sorry about that.” His eyes were feverish as he glanced down at my half-naked body. “Although I’m not too proud to step in and lend you a hand. One man’s loss…”

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