Page 72 of Rhet

“Oh shit, Baby.” She quickens her hips on my hand.

I let go of her nipple. My hips join hers, increasing speed. I needed a connection now. I pull her head forward to meet my lips and explore her mouth. I latch onto her tongue and suck it. It’s her undoing. She screams into my mouth as she comes, her body spasms on my hand, she digs her fingers into my shoulders.

She smells amazing. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes look dazed.

“You’re fucking mine,” I say as I ease my fingers out of her.

“Says who?” she asks, the orgasm fading away from her.

I take my fingers and push them into her mouth. “Your body says, look how you react to me. Taste that. You’re fucking mine.” A part of me wants to stamp my name right on her ass. I feel primal like no one else should experience what I just had.

My dick is so hard I could crack a diamond.

She raises her hands away from me “I can’t. I can’t do this.”

ZEETA

I hop off Rhet’s lap and look around the room, looking for the nearest exit.

“I’m so sorry.”

Rhet looks at me in shock. “The blood from my head must have rushed to my dick, what the hell is going on?”

“This… we… it can’t happen. You’re, you and I’m, me and I have to go.” I move forward to leave, but he catches my wrist.

“We don’t have to do anything. Stay.” He waits for me to respond his eyebrows crouch together.

“I can’t.” Guilt is spreading through my body.

“Why the fuck not?” He’s becoming agitated.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I think about an excuse to leave him.

“Because you don’t do commitments or long-term relationships.” I reply.

His grip slackens. “It’s just sex. Do you want more than that? Because if you do, I won’t offer it,” Rhet states.

Those deep-set blue eyes stare back at me.

I pull my arm away from him. “I’m so sorry.”

I don’t bother to wait for his reaction, I run. Hoping to God I find the way out. As I duck through the corridors, I realized two things. I have to leave, even though my brother would applaud me for seducing Rhet. I feel the need to go.

I’m not doing this as part of the plan, I wanted to screw him. What kind of person am I? Where is the loyalty in that? The second thing I realize, Rhet doesn’t come after me. No one is calling my name, telling me to stop. As I arrive at the great room and look back I see only empty corridors.

I make my way quickly through the rooms until I come to the garage door.

I enter into my home and lock the door.

“I need to separate myself from this,” I whisper to myself while I pace my living room.

I reach for my phone, checking to see if he called or sent me a text message.

What the hell did he mean he won’t offer me more? I take my clothes off and walk into my shower. I can still smell Rhet’s scent on my body. He smells expensive and strong. Like cigar smoke mixed with perfume. I love his scent, but it has to come off.

“What would have happened if I stayed?” I ask out loud, knowing the only person here is me. After a while, I tie my hair up and change into new pajamas.

Walking to the kitchen, I open the fridge door and pull out a glass of milk.

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