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She opens wide, ready for me—for all of me.
I almost take what she’s offering. At the last moment, I slide down her cheek instead of her mouth, shuddering as I imagine what it would be like for her lips to be circling me as I slide inside her. It doesn’t take much imagination.
There’s some grumbling about the shitty view and changing the camera angle, but I don’t listen to them. I know they can’t see shit, and I don’t care.
I won’t do this on camera. I won’t do any of it. I won’t hurt her. I won’t take anything. Damn the consequences for me if it means saving her from everything.
Her eyebrows lift in a questioning gaze.
I grab her throat, my eyes swirling with the darkness inside me. Darkness she will never have to experience. Darkness I will take with me long after she kills me. I won’t let anyone kill me but her.
“Take me deeper. Take all of me, Lilith.”
She pretends to gag on my cock, finally agreeing to this act.
I didn’t know if I was going to fuck her mouth for real or not until I hit record, but now I know the risks I’ll take for her. I won’t hurt her. I won’t break her. I won’t even fuck her. I should have never told her I love her—that was my biggest mistake.
I have no idea how I can make her think I hate her. It’s not possible, so I’m fucking screwed. But as I fake come into the pillow instead of her throat, I know I didn’t break her. I breathed life into her and gave her another reason to want to murder these men.
Chapter 19
Lilith
Silence suffocates me as we walk back to my bedroom. Hayes is only wearing his pants, and I’m still in the oversized black shirt hanging down to my mid-thighs. We pause at my bedroom door, and I spin to face him, finding him already walking away without a word.
“What was that?” I spit out. My words are angrier than I intended, but Hayes lied to me. He could have told me he was going to fake everything. He could have had me blow him for real. My cheeks flush with red, hot desire for him.
Jesus, I’ve never been so turned on. I’m practically panting as I stare at his shirtless body and remember how fucking gorgeous his cock was. Long and thick and veiny. And the piercing at the tip—I wanted to run my tongue up the length of him and over that pierced tip. I wanted to feel the control of watching him shatter beneath my touch.
“Protecting you—that was protecting you!” Hayes growls.
I know he was protecting me. I know he was keeping the cameras, the eyes, the disgusting men on the other side of that laptop from seeing me and getting their sick pleasure. I know it, but him protecting me doesn’t give me what I want, what I need.
“I never asked you to protect me!” I shout back, unable to get out any reasonable words through the heat swept over my body.
All I want is him.
All I see is him.
I’m drowning in flaming carnal lust, and I have no idea how to put out the fire without his help.
I run my hand through my hair as I pace my room, trying to keep from looking at Hayes. I can’t think clearly when I’m thinking about him.
Why would he do this?
“I love you, Lilith. I had to protect you. I thought I could handle making it enjoyable for you and for that to be enough protection. But I can’t—I can’t put you through any of that. I can’t let them watch. I can’t.”
Desperation fills the air between us. We’re needy for many different things, but there’s one thing we’re each craving. We’re desperate for each other.
“You can’t protect me from this. Not forever. Not again. I heard them speaking. They were furious they didn’t have a better view. You can’t fake it again without them punishing you.”
“I don’t care,” Hayes growls.
I jump at that deep-seated rage in his voice. But a moment later, I’m walking toward him anyway.
Hayes grabs onto the doorframe, keeping himself planted to the spot. He’s not coming in, but not leaving either.
I stop in front of him, using all the control in my body to not jump on his body, wrap my legs around his waist, and force him to fuck me. Each of our self-control is teetering on the edge of exploding.
