Page 44 of House of Soot

My mouth snaps shut. What’s going on with him?

For a moment, I wait, but all he does is look out the window and down his drink. Should I leave? Should I just keep waiting?

Finally, I move closer to him, but I don’t touch him. I look at him through the reflection in the window instead of directly.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ve waited for a man like you, Blaise. You’re all I’ve dreamed about but never thought was real.”

His eyes close, and I hold my breath, wondering if he’s upset at my words or if they’re reaching him. He turns to me, and I shift to look at him.

“Who are you?” he asks.

I don’t know what he’s asking from me, so I simply say, “I’m just me. Jenna.”

His eyes are piercing and intense as he stares at me. It’s like he’s looking for something. I hope he finds it.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

He gives a small laugh. “I don’t know.” He seems to be coming back.

“I liked the way you touched me before. You didn’t hurt me.”

He nods and turns his attention back out the window. Am I losing him again?

“You asked if I’d suck your dick. Can I do that now?”

His head whips to look at me.

I bite my lower lip and take a chance by tugging his towel until it drops. “I might not be good at it, but I want to learn.” I slowly lower down until I’m on my knees. His dick is slowly thickening, hardening. It’s amazing to watch. “Your dick seems to like the idea.”

“Fucking hell, Jenna…” His voice is strained, almost like he’s conflicted. But then he says, “Treat it like a lollipop.”

I smile up at him. “I like lollipops.” I take a breath and then snake my tongue out to lick him. The skin is soft and warm, while underneath is hard. He lets out a harsh grunt.

Feeling empowered, I suck the tip of him into my mouth.

He groans again, his fingers lacing through my hair as he holds me to him.

I’m still unsettled by the change in him, but relationships can’t always be rainbows, right? I need to be here for him, to support him in whatever challenges he’s facing. And if right now, all I do is make him feel good, then that’s what I’ll do.

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BLAISE

This woman is going to be the death of me. One minute, I’m charging forward, doing what I set out to do, force her to tell me why she helped Ronan kill my family. I’m rough and demanding, and fucking hell, she goes with it. It’s hotter than fuck and short wires my brain until I feel sick from what an asshole I’m being. The drink and disengaging to stare at nothing out the window aren’t helping. Especially when she joins me, looking sweet and innocent and eager for more. Who the fuck is this woman?

But now she’s kneeling in front of me, her strawberry lips wrapped around my cock, and I’m gone. Completely helpless. Powerless to resist her. I should resign from my brothers’ plan because clearly, I’m ineffective. If I’m not strong enough to resist Jenna, how can I possibly use her to take down the Keans?

She makes an “mmm” sound that reverberates along my cock, sending a shock of pleasure coursing in my blood.

“Take it deeper,” I demand, pushing my dick deeper into her mouth.

She looks a little surprised, but she doesn’t resist. Whatever I ask, she does. Which takes me back to whatever Ronan asked,she did. The arousal mixes with anger again. I rock, fucking her mouth. Her eyes water, but she doesn’t move to stop. She sucks and licks and in the end, she wins, bringing me to my knees as I come hard.

She stares at me, looking uncertain. “Was that okay?”

Good God, this woman… I can’t take it anymore. “It was great. I’m just going to clean up.”

Once again, I leave her side because I can’t deal with my conflicting emotions. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror wondering if this is how Flint felt as he fell for Lucy. But Lucy wasn’t a traitor. Lucy hadn’t hurt our family. So no, it couldn’t be the same.

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