Page 36 of Salacious Star

Tristan's eyes darted over my face for a moment, seeming to be looking for something. Apparently he found it, because he nodded, and he leaned in to press a hard kiss to my mouth before he stood up, winking.

"Then let's get going, baby star."

Tristan

I was practically vibrating with energy when I looked over at the corner where Dorian was set up behind his camera, nodding at him that we were ready. Or, as ready as we were going to be, considering.

I hadn't been lying when I told Xander that I didn't get to play the jilted lover very often. Jealousy scenes were for a niche audience, because a lot of mainstream porn consumers thought that it felt a little bit too much like true revenge porn for them to get lost in the fantasy of it. And I could understand that, truly.

But for me...I fucking loved jealousy scenes. Reclaiming scenes. Taking a partner and reminding them exactly why they fuckingbelongedto me. It was a kink that got my blood pumping like almost nothing else, and the thought of getting to play out this kind of scenario withXander...

Well, I had the feeling that if I hadn't already been infatuated with the man before now, it was going to be ten times worse once we were done with work for the day.

"Alright, we're good?" Dorian looked at me, and then over at Xander, who looked slightly dazed where he was still sitting on the couch. I couldn't help the wave of satisfaction that hit me at the sight of him like that, and God, I couldn't wait to get my hands on him. I had the feeling that this scene was going to go off the rails, just the same way that the last one had.

The only question was if Dorian and Emmett would let us go about the scene the way we wanted to again, or if they would get more editorial with it this time.

Xander seemed to snap out of whatever thoughts he was having after a moment, and he looked at Dorian, nodding with his cheeks burning pink. "Yeah, great. Good to go."

He glanced my way, and I smiled at him. "Ready."

Dorian glanced between us, and I knew that I wasn't imagining the gleam of anticipation that I saw in his eyes as he nodded, and then sat back in his director's chair. "Alright," he ordered. "Action."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emmett raise his camera to get some still shots, and I took a deep breath, giving myself to the count of five before I grasped the handle of the door and burst through with aggressive energy.

Xander startled, looking up from the book that he'd been flipping through, and genuine surprise crossed his face as he looked up at me. "Hey, you're home early. Um..." he stammered, setting the book down and standing up.

This was part of the script, and I bared my teeth in a snarl as I crossed the room to him. "I fucking know," I seethed, glaring.

His eyes widened even further, and he took a step back. "You know...what?" he asked cautiously, his voice trembling the tiniest bit.

If I couldn't see the gleam of excitement in his pretty eyes, I would have almost been afraid that he was genuinely afraid of me in that moment. But then he squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest, and internally, I grinned.

Let's play, baby star.

I prowled closer to him, getting up in his face, and he stood his ground against me, glaring.

"I know that you fucking cheated on me," I growled, my voice low and as threatening as I could make it with my cock hard enough to drill through steel. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a phone - a defunct one that Dorian had handed me as a prop when I'd first come out onto set - and held it up in front of Xander's face. "Should we look through the text messages together?"

His eyes widened as he looked at the phone, as if he realized that I meant business for the first time, and then he pressed his lips together as he shook his head, scoffing. "I don't know what you're talking about."

My cock jerked at his brattiness, and I could already feel the sensation of his skin as I spanked the attitude out of him. It took everything inside of me not to pounce on him right then and there, but I managed it.

This was foreplay all the same.

"No?" I arched an eyebrow, and pretended to be scrolling before flipping the phone around so that the cameras couldn't see it. "'Can't wait to see you, sweetheart. Been thinking about your tight little hole all day. Looking forward to making you scream again.'"

It was cheesy, but nobody came to porn for realism, and all that mattered was getting the point across.

I threw the phone at Xander, and he didn't catch it, the dead electronic falling to the ground at our feet, forgotten. "And did he,sweetheart?" I growled. "Did he make you scream? Did he wreck your tight little cunt?"

Xander's eyes widened, and I wasn't sure if it was my unconventional use of language or the harshness of my words, but when my eyes slid down the front of his body, his cock was so hard that I could practically see the veins outlined through the fabric of his sweats.

He was just as into this as I was.

Fuck, he's so fucking perfect.

"I...Look, this isn't what you think it is," he tried, taking a tiny step back. His hands lifted, as if to placate me, and I snarled, my hand darting out and wrapping around the column of his neck - carefully, my fingers just squeezing the sides enough to make it look good without actually hurting him .

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