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I tease the zipper pull between my fingers, and her eyes blow wide. Despite her thrashing around in my grasp, she isn’t going anywhere.
“Is this zip real or just for aesthetic purposes?” I pull it down over the first couple of teeth. Taunting her.
“It isn’t real,” she blurts out.
I quirk a doubtful brow. “Are you sure you’re telling me the truth? I don’t like liars.”
Heat creeps up her neck, and she bites down on her bottom lip. An internal war is taking place inside this girl, and I’m devouring every second of her anguish.
“So, if I slip this down a little further”—I pull the zipper past another couple of teeth—“your tits won’t spill free?”
She shakes her head vigorously. “I can guarantee you they won’t.”
She tips her chin up to look at me, her defiance inflating my dick, to the point of pain.
Jenna isn’t the only one being tortured right now.
“I can also guarantee that if you pull that zipper down any further, I’ll make sure you see the back of a jail cell tonight. Although I wouldn’t be so concerned about the offense you’re committing and more about the way my brother will dismember you.”
Not a single word leaving her mouth is genuine.
“If you hate my touch so much, why is it that I can see your nipples?”
I pull the zipper down again, and she sucks in a sharp breath. By now, we both know it’s real and not aesthetic, a bit like the magnetic pull between us.
“What if I took one of your peaked nipples into my mouth? Would you call the police on me then?”
She swallows thickly and tries to speak.
“Good,” I say in response to her silence, pulling the zipper down once more. “I’m tired of hearing the incessant bullshit that spews from your pretty little mouth on the daily. Let your body do the talking for once.”
With the zipper over halfway to being undone, I’m only a fraction away from setting eyes on Jenna’s full chest.
My fingers tease the zipper pull once more, and I search her gaze for the green light to go further. “Tell me to stop.”
She remains quiet, thighs pinching together.
One small tug, and I’m over another tooth. I drop my eyes down her body. “At this point, I guess you have two choices.”
“What are they?” she whispers, voice laced with lust.
I pull the zipper over one more tooth, and the pink edges of her nipples come into view.
Christ, she’s beautiful.
“Option one: let me remove your bra and have me banged up in custody. Or option two: be a good girl, quit fucking around, and let me bang you against this door.”
I draw a steadying breath into my lungs as I will my teetering orgasm to hold off.
“Your move, Miller.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
JENNA
One lift of my knee between his thighs, and Tommy Schneider would be rolling around on the floor, begging me not to call the police.
It’s what I should do. What my brother and friends would be screaming at me to do. Just like in the hotel, he’s forced his way into my apartment and pinned me against the door.
