Page 94 of Double Down
I turn her toward him and bend her back over the desk. “What’s your safe word, Angel?”
“Titans.”
Her voice is thready, only half-here. I clamp my lips together.
“Good girl. Do you need to use it?”
“No.”
The first slap lands loud, a perfect red handprint blooming on her ass. She jumps, a cry tearing free. I spank her again. And again. This isn’t Atticus’s game of numbers—this is a consequence for not signaling sooner.
At ten, I stop.
“Angel?”
“Green,” she whispers.
That’s all I need. I press into her, thick and slow. She’s soaked and impossibly tight. With one hand wrapped in her hair and the other palming her belly, I drag her upright until her spine fits my chest. I whisper while she takes my cock and watches Con.
“Do you see what you do to him, Angel? He’s the most disciplined of us. The man bleeds spreadsheets. And here he is, giving you minutes he’d sell for millions.”
She gasps as I push deeper. My other hand pinches her nipple and my thumb grinds tight circles over her clit, dragging pleasure high enough it edges toward pain.
“Watch him,” I murmur, voice low for her alone. “See how you’ve ruined him? He’ll give up everything for you. You’ve infected his mind and turned his loyalty from his empire…to you.”
She knows we don’t blame her.
She knows we love it.
But this isn’t about facts that she refuses to face. It’s about the truth she tries to outrun. It’s about feeding the monster inside her.
Con won’t understand.Shedoes.
“I had a pretty little thing in my office,” I breathe. “If I’d asked, she would’ve gotten on her knees and sucked my cock to save her job. I had no interest in that, though…because she isn’t you. Now she’s suspended, and you’re here being fucked like you were made for it. How many lives is this perfect pussy going to wreck, Angel?”
Her walls clench around me; her cries come faster; her eyes never leave Con. She’s right there—just a nudge.
I become the voice in her head.
“Look at him. Stroking himself like a horny teenager watching porn. That man has had billionaire heiresses, socialites, supermodels—two princesseson their knees worshiping his cock together. And he’s been reduced to this. For what? Foryou. Your pussy is so magical that you can take him from royalty?”
She screams. Her cunt tightens viciously and her back bows. Her orgasm breaks over her skin hard—slick dripping down my cock. She’s nothing but liquid, viscous mess, and it’s glorious.
I grit my teeth and don’t follow her over. Not yet. Her torment isn’t over.
Con’s jaw is slack, fist tight on his cock, as I slide out of Phoenix and turn her around on the desk. “You’d better beg him to give you what you need, Angel.”
She’s still panting. She lowers her chest to the wood and lifts her ass, offering herself to Con.
“Please,” she begs, sweet as sin. “Please, I’m so close. I need it—I needyouinside me. Conrad, please. Ithurts.”
He doesn’t hesitate. In a breath he’s behind her, positioning her exactly how he wants, driving into her.
I lean to her ear. “Want to know a secret, Angel?”
She nods.
“I know what keeps you up at night…what keeps you from sleeping.”
