Page 16 of All Your Lies
Right now, I think she’s willing to do almost anything. I decide to push her even further, not able to resist the temptation.
I remove my other hand from the window, bringing it to her abdomen and descending. The moment I arrive at the junction between her thighs, I close my eyes to fully experience the warmth and the sounds she is creating exclusively for me.
My fingers trace a small circle against her clit, pressing harder and moving faster with each rotation. She’s drenched, and through the buzzing in my ears and her muted sounds, I can still envision the sound of her wetness based on the sensation of her moisture on my fingers.
It would be so easy to make her come but I want her on edge. I want her to beg me for more.
Just as I feel her getting close, I back off.
“Oh God, please don’t stop,” she whimpers.
A smirk reaches my lips. “Now, now, piccolo angello. You’ll have plenty of time to beg me,” I say against her ear with a triumphant smile before rubbing her again with hard strokes.
Right now, having her under my dominance is the most freeing and exhilarating sensation I’ve experienced since leaving prison almost two years ago.
As I glance to my left, I notice a small group of people observing our every move. It’s time to take her to a secluded place, away from prying eyes.
I enjoy voyeurism, but not when it comes to the eyes being on her.
No one but me will witness her begging, pleading, or screaming.
No one will witness the way she falls apart except for me.
“Come with me,” I coax while pulling her away from the window and toward the door.
I want to feel her fear and see her run.
“Alexa!” someone says from behind me, and I go stiff.Shit, her friend. I should have disabled her bracelet the second I followed Alexa in here.
We both turn toward the unwelcome noise.
Her friend’s timing fucking sucks.
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Iturn toward Jenna, who’s looking a little disheveled and buzzed as hell with glossy, bloodshot eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask, stepping closer to her.
“Are you almost ready to go?” she says, scanning our surroundings.
I most definitely am not ready to go. I’m five seconds away from having one of the best all-consuming orgasms of my life, and then this happens. If I didn’t have shit luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all.
“Just give me a second,” I say as I glance back at my mystery guy... who isn’t there?
What the fuck?
Where did he go? What a prick.
Unless I imagined him in a drunken haze. Which would be terrifying—and something I should speak to Dr. Schults about.
Looking back at Jenna, I shrug. “Let’s go.”
I interlock my arm with hers and walk with her out the door, through the kaleidoscope hallway, and into the bar area.
I try to avoid searching for my mystery guy, who may or may not be real. Not that I’d have much to go on besides tattooed hands and built like a brick wall.
