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Endo grinds his teeth. In the absence of gum, I fear he’ll crack his enamel. “You shouldn’t talk about other men while you’re with me.”
“Why not?” I pull down his zipper. Endo wears boxers.
My knuckles brush against his hardness. I do my best to make it appear like an accident because I’m losing myself in his smothering gaze.
“Because it makes me want to claim you.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Fuck, Scarlett, don’t tell me I can’t. It’s like rubbing catnip on a gazelle and telling the lion he can’t have her.”
“Is it because I can’t have you that I want you?” I ask.
He takes the belt out of his pants and hooks it around my neck, then tightens it. I can barely breathe. I’m ashamed to admit, my core ignites and arousal coats his fingers when they slip under the robe and touch me between my legs.
As he works me with his fingers, the robe parts, exposing more skin.
Endo doesn’t finish me off. He sticks out his tongue and licks his fingers clean of my arousal, then releases the belt he wrapped around my neck.
“You want me?” he asks. “I’m going in the shower. If you get in bed, I’ll fuck you when I get out.” He kisses me on the cheek and whispers, “If not, Slada will guard you when you’re outside. Be smart, Scarlett. My half brother is not your friend, even if he appears to be. I’m the devil you know, and you’re still alive and unharmed. Yes?”
“Yes, okay.”
Endo walks into the bathroom. A minute later, I hear the shower.
I pick out a red blouse with black slacks, then search for the remote control for the shutters. I remember Endo placed it on the bed, but it’s not there anymore. I bet he took it with him. Bastard.
I hear the water hitting the tile, and the wooden shutters open. Behind them, Endo holds up the remote and then throws it on the dry floor outside the shower. He gets under the stream and closes his eyes, throwing back his head. With his hands on his hips, his legs shoulder-width apart, he lets me look at him.
Water runs down his hairy chest and over his muscular, also hairy, abdominals. Patches without hair show clearly. They’re scars from bullet wounds. This man is sexier than I thought he would be. His penis, thick, tall, and hard, curves upward. Anatomically, Endo Macarley is perfect.
He drizzles shampoo into his palm. “You done looking yet, or should I turn around for the rear view?” His voice is muffled behind the glass. Before I answer, Endo turns. It was a rhetorical question. This man won’t let me command him in any way. He will do as he pleases whenever he pleases.
I don’t need to think about whether I want to screw Endo. I do. I want to writhe under him, struggle as he pins me down and mercilessly pounds into me. I imagine he’s a relentless, commanding lover. If he’s gentle, saying “please” and “thank you,” I’ll be disappointed.
“I like what I see,” I tell him.
“You’re welcome to it.”
Chapter 41
Welcome!
Scarlett
While Endo faces away from me, I remove my robe and sit on the bed, crossing one leg over the other. I release my hair from the towel wrap and fluff it out. Endo turns and pauses briefly before continuing to rinse off.
As he steps out of the shower, he snatches a towel and makes quick work of drying himself. He reaches me in three strides and lifts me, then throws me up on the bed. I bounce, a giggle escaping me.
Droplets of water land on my lower belly from his still-wet hair. Endo kisses my clit, licks it, shoves both thumbs inside my entrance, and spreads it apart. He spits on it and drags his saliva around my entrance, and then my other hole, which he is not allowed to penetrate today.
But before I can say anything, Endo pushes his thumb inside my butthole.
I blush profusely and cover my face with my hands. “Oh my God.”
Endo sucks my clit.
Yes. I grab fistfuls of his hair and move him where I need him, but he doesn’t seem to like that. Fingers close over my wrists, and he tucks my arms under my body so I lie on my arms from elbow to hand.
