Page 171 of Rhet

“Yeah, fucking fabulous.”

She caresses my face. “Rhet, I need to talk to you.”

I grab her jaw and I squeeze. I see the fear in her eyes. I lean down and I kiss her.

“I don’t wanna talk.” I really didn’t because if she lies to me again, I will end her here and now.

“Rhet, please, we have to talk,” she pleads.

I shake my head no and squeeze her face harder.

Dropping my hand away I dip my middle and ring finger in my bourbon.

“Open your mouth,” I command. She does. I place my middle finger and ring fingers inside. She begins to gag and tries to pull away.

“Shh, don’t pull away. Take your pants off.” I shake my head at her. “No, I’m not moving my fingers. Take the pants off.”

As she struggles to take off her pants, I harden as she stands in front of me with her bare legs.

She stills. “Get on your knees.”

I press my fingers down into her mouth as she lowers herself to the floor. Removing my fingers and I wipe them on the side of her face.

“Rhet, baby.” She looks nervous.

“Stop talking, Zeeta.” Reaching beside me, I pick up my glass and take a huge sip of my bourbon.

My rage and self-control is having a battle inside of me. I’m holding them all together by a thin chain.

“Unbuckle my pants and take my cock out.” I swallow down my rage. Part of me wants her to explain. However, I feel like we’re past the point of no return.

Her fingers shake as she unbuckles my belt. She takes me out and holds me in her hands.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Put your hands behind your back.”

“Rhet, what’s going on?”

She places her hands behind her back. I can’t have her touch me. It will be my undoing.

“Suck it, baby.” I whisper softly.

The look on her face says she’s fighting with herself. She brings her hands up to hold my cock.

“No. keep your hands behind your back. Don’t touch me.” There’s venom in my voice as I say the words. I take my shaft and rub it against her lips. She opens her mouth and takes me in.

I toss my head back. I’m angry but I’m going to miss her when I let her go.

ZEETA

He holds my head as he undulated and his length touches the back of my throat.

He cups the sides of my head and guides me. His grip is tight and hard as he starts to pull on my hair. I look up. His face is blank, empty of all emotion. It’s as if he’s not here.

“Stick your tongue out further,” he commands. He begins to quicken his hips, bringing my face right to his pelvic bone. I gag as the clean of his skin fills my nose, his hair is soft under my nose. Suddenly, he pulls me off and throws me back. I crumble softly to the floor.

“Rhet. I—” My body feels alive from the way he’s handling me.

He walks over to me. “Shut up.”

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