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Cannon finishes dealing a hand and before I can even look at my cards, she’s rubbing against me again. I work my jaw back and forth, then lean in close so she can feel my breath on her cheek. I whisper in her ear, “Stop squirming. That ass of yours is taunting my cock.”
All movements abruptly stop, and game play proceeds. Not liking my hand or the devious look on Archer’s face—his tell when he has a good hand—I fold.
And she moves again. Subtly at first, and then with purpose. The others are a bit drunk, and still playing out the hand. They’re not paying much attention to us, and she knows it. I drag my nose along the side of her neck, drawing in a deep breath.Fuuuck.Growling low, I murmur, “I mean it. Keep it up and you’ll be choking on my dick in no time flat.” My fingers dig into her hips, trying to hold her still.
But like a little fucking imp, she squirms some more. I catch the devilish look on her face when she turns her head to watch Cannon, who’s won the hand and has leaned forward to scrape the pile of chips in his direction.
“And that’s the game,” I grunt.
“Fuck, what? I thought we were going to play another couple hands,” Stuart grumbles, rubbing his hand over his reddish-brown stubble. “Dammit, I had a good feeling about the next hand.”
I shake my head and scoot our chair back, lightly smacking Elliot’s hip so she stands. “We’ve got a different source of entertainment for tonight. A little something to show everyone.”
I glance at Cannon, who shrugs, then at Archer. He nods and gets up to get things ready. They’ve been briefed on what we’re about to do. The thing is, Miss Elliot Ashford is about to learn a painful lesson in what happens when she breaks the rules set out for her.
TWENTY
ELLIOT
Everyone else exits the room,but Kingston has my bicep in his grasp, keeping me with him. I glare up at him, trying to pull away, but his fingers dig into my arm. Why are we not going into the other room? I’m on serious overload after sitting on Kingston’s powerful thigh for so long, and I haven’t had so much as a second to calm my racing heart that’s been pounding out of control ever since my sprint back up to the house.
He shuts the door and pulls me closer, putting his lips near my temple. “Do you like to disobey me? Think it’s funny to tease me when I told you not to?”
“No. That’s not it.” I wet my lips. I couldn’t help wiggling around. What did he expect when he made me ride that thickly-muscled thigh of his for an hour?
He tugs on me until I face him. His green eyes are full of fire. “I call bullshit. You’re lucky I didn’t bend you over the table, push your shorts down, and fuck your greedy tease of a cunt in front of the entire brotherhood.”
My mouth goes dry. The girl I was before I entered this house would have freaked out at his coarse words, but Elliot Ashford the initiate simply shrugs, squaring her shoulders.This is how you play them.“I’m tired of you ordering me around, Kingston. I won the game tonight, did everything right”—I throw my hands up in the air—“so I don’t understand why you’re still lashing out at me.”
He works his way closer, ducking his head, so our faces are mere inches apart. “You think I’m lashing out?” He’s so close, the delicious crisp, clean scent of his aftershave wafts up my nose, infiltrating my senses. He exhales heavily, his hot breath bathing my lips. “At every turn you do exactly what I tell younotto do. It’s like you want the punishment. Like you crave it.” Kingston stands there a moment, like he’s torn as to where we go from here.
Honestly, I don’t know either. He’s so full of himself with all his rules. It makes me want to fight him with my last breath.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he tilts his head to the side, studying me again, like I’m something he’d like to devour. He slides his tongue over his full lower lip, grips me by the back of the neck, and grazes his thumb up and down over the pulse point at my throat. Locked in his hold, my heart races even faster than before.
My heart slams in my chest as he pulls me closer, nuzzling the side of my head with his. His lips brush right above my ear before he whispers pointedly, “On. Your. Knees.”
As he eases back, I know he catches the shock registering on my face. The knowledge that he’s dead serious washes through me. He wants me. On my knees.
My breathing goes shallow as the idea of sucking his dick overtakes me. Behind the closed door, the entire brotherhood—minus the other two initiates—sits waiting for us. My eyes flick from the door to his fiery green gaze. He takes my chin in his hand and holds my face to his, unnerving me with the heat in his eyes. All logical thought rushes from my head, and tingles spark and go off like fireworks in my blood. Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My chest squeezes so tightly, I’m worried it’s going to do damage to my internal organs.
Without letting go of me or needing to look down at what he’s doing, his nimble fingers unbuckle his belt, unfasten the button, and undo the fly. Letting go of my chin, he gestures to himself. When my gaze follows his hand, I quake. He’s hard. So fucking hard, his dick is threatening to come right through his boxer briefs. “We told you when you insisted on going through with this initiation that there were rules. You can’t seem to obey them, as simple as they are. You question me at every turn, and you’ve been here all of two motherfucking days. And all I can think of in terms of a punishment is to have you put that sassy mouth on my cock so I can shut you up.” His eyes glint dangerously when I don’t immediately move. “Don’t make me say it again. On your knees. Take out my dick and put it in your mouth. Show me you’re willing to comply.”
My face heats.His words. Oh my god.They make me throb way down low, and seconds later, my panties are soaked. As if I’m somehow apart from my body, watching, I fall to my knees, curling my fingers around the waistband of his jeans and underwear. I tug his jeans down below his ass, allowing his dick to spring free. It’s long and thick, the head a shade of almost purple due to the increased blood flow, and already leaking pre-cum at the tip. I tentatively wrap one hand around the base and begin to jerk him off. My breaths are ragged as I slide my hand over the velvety skin covering a cock that’s surely made of steel. I swallow hard, mesmerized by what I’m doing.
“Elliot?” Kingston’s raspy voice whispering my name gets my attention. I glance up to find his eyes pinned on me, his lids heavy. A flush has crept up his neck and onto his cheeks. Like what I’m doing is already sending him over the edge. “Put it in your mouth. Suck, Elliot. Do it now.”
My stomach flips at the command, and I glare up at him. “If I were a male initiate, would you use your cock as punishment?”
He groans, chest heaving at my touch. “Elliot, there are a lot of things I want to do to you that I wouldn't do to a male initiate.”
My cheeks flush unbearably at his words.
“We’ve always told you we’d use your weaknesses against you. Now, apologize for disobeying me.”
But I’m not weak. And I’m about to show him what power really looks like. I nod, starting by gripping his hip in one hand and circling the crown of his cock with my tongue. This goes against everything I’ve ever thought about sex and what it should be between two people. But right now, this is about survival. And possibly power—if I allow myself to think of it like that.
Closing my lips around him, I take the head of his dick into my mouth, sucking gently and flicking at the underside with my tongue. A tremor rocks him. Okay, definitely power. Like I told myself before—if I can figure out how to use the fact that I’m female to my advantage, instead of seeing it as a stumbling block like they obviously do, maybe I’ll get through this. It’s my only chance, really. It’ll be a slow process, but maybe I’ll eventually get to all three of them. Make them beg for it… and then use what I have—and what they want—against them.
