Page 5 of Double Dare

I shake my uncertainty away and set my champagne glass on the floor once we make it to the landing of the third floor. Giant pictures of men I’ve never seen adorn the walls in massive silver frames, live plants line the bottom of the walls, and white sheets cover unused furniture.

I’d like to stop and look more, but Adrian never slows. We keep trekking forward until we hit a set of double doors. He drops his hold on me and pushes them open, exposing us to the cool night air. He steps out, then looks over his shoulder at me.

All I know about this man is he’s a killer—a criminal—nothing else, but I still willingly step outside with him, pushing my better judgment to the back of my mind.

Ifthis is some sort of joke orchestrated by Dario to get me back, I’m going to show him it won’t affect me how he thinks. I’m going to take my dare in stride and make this man love me. Or at least my body.

I lean over the railing slightly. The patio overlooks the backyard, where even more people spill out of the house and mingle under small fairy lights in the trees. We have a perfect view of everyone from this angle, but yet, they can’t see us. It’s exciting in a way.

“Take it off,” Adrian instructs.

I push myself back and look at him. “What?”

“The dress. Take it off.” He stares at me with hunger in his eyes as he flicks the buttons to his blazer open.

Okay. Straight to the point. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

I swallow the lump in my throat again, hoping it will give me the courage and confidence I don’t have as I reach behind me and lower the zipper. When it’s opened, I shimmy, letting the dress slip down my shoulders and off my body until it pools around my feet. I’m completely naked—no panties or bra thanks to the fabric lying nicer and seamlessly without them—exposed to the moon hanging in the sky, and the very tall, very intimidating, Adrian Youngblood standing in front of me.

I wrap my arms around my body, trying to hide some of my naked flesh, but Adrian doesn’t like that. “Don’t be shy, love. I won’t bite unless you want me to.”

His words send warmth shooting to my core, but I’m speechless. Of course, I’ve had sex, but not like this. Not with someone likehim.

“Let me see you,” he demands, and without hesitation, I drop my arms.

That’s how this will work, right? If I give in to his every demand and show him it’s worth letting me in.

He gives me a wicked smirk, then lowers the zipper to his slacks. With the button still intact, he maneuvers his cock through the opening. When it springs free, I don’t even try to hide my staring. He’s long and thick with a jagged vein running along the bottom, all the way to the slightly curved tip. I watch his hands move, one gripping himself and the other loosening his tie. Slowly, he strokes himself as I watch.

“Sit.”

With my eyes locked on him, I drop to the ground like he instructs, pulling my knees to my chest.

He clicks his tongue. “No. Legs spread.”

I nod and suck in a deep breath, then stretch my legs out in front of me before opening them. The air hits my center and makes me shiver, but the chills are quickly erased with heat as I look at Adrian and where he pumps his hard cock in his hand.

“Touch yourself, love,” he hisses, squeezing his erection harder.

I comply, leaning back and resting on one hand while bringing the other to my pussy. I let my fingers glide over my folds, coating them in the arousal starting to pool.

Up, down, side to side. I rub my clit softly, only building rhythm when Adrian does. Primal sounds growl deep in his chest as heavy breaths come out like lyrics to my favorite song. I want to listen and watch him all night. It’s erotic and enchanting. I can’t take my eyes off him.

“Come here.” He drops his length and motions me to stand.

I pull myself to my shaky knees before standing back to my feet. “I—”

“Don’t,” he says, cutting me off. “Just enjoy what I’m giving you.” I nod and step to him.

As I stand directly in front of him, he starts to circle me, like he’s examining every inch of my body. Once he makes it to my back, he stops and runs his middle finger up my spine until he hits the nape of my neck.

He sprawls all his fingers, then pushes them into my hair. He grips the strands and pulls, forcing my head back. I let it rest in the crook of his neck and let out a small moan, closing my eyes. I don’t open them again until I feel something cold run along my collarbone.

When I peek down, I see a blade. I want to scream, but his low voice is in my ear before I can. “Shhh. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I squeeze my eyes back shut and clamp my mouth closed as tightly as I can. He has a knife too close to my throat, so if he says stay quiet, then I’m staying quiet.

“Red is my favorite color for a reason,” he remarks, applying more pressure to the blade.

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