Page 80 of The Rivals' Touch

“Perfect timing,” Bennett says, winking at me while he undoes his belt buckle and pulls down his zipper. I’m confused about what he’s doing until he opens the door and leans his elbow on the frame. “Can I help you?”

“Is Remi okay? I thought I heard banging,” Zayd asks.

“Remi is fine! Aren’t you, baby?” Bennett calls out over his shoulder.

“Let me the fuck in!” Zayd pushes past Bennett and stops short when he sees the mess on the floor. My bedroom is trashed. Countless paperbacks and hardbacks are strewn everywhere. Bennett walks past him, stepping on books on his way over to me.

“What the fuck happened?” Zayd asks, sweeping his eyes over the room.

“My girl likes it rough!” The smug tone in Bennett’s voice makes me sick.

Zayd eyes the smeared lipstick on my mouth, then Bennett’s undone jeans. It’s not difficult to imagine what conclusion he’s come to when he nods and walks back out into the hallway.

Bennett chuckles and shuts the door. He motions to the floor. “Tidy this shit up, and then I want you to suck my dick.”

Stupified, I watch him get comfortable on my bed.

He reaches for the remote on the bedside table and puts his arm behind his head.

I want to stab him with something sharp. “You’re a jerk!” I growl, crouching down to pick up the books while he puts on a porn channel. The sound of moaning on the screen turns my stomach.

“Hurry up, babe!”

“You can help,” I mutter, rising to my feet, my arms laden with books.

He squeezes his hard dick and cranes his neck to see past me when I stop in his line of sight. “Move out of the way. This is the good part.”

I glance behind me, watching the girl’s tits jiggle as she bounces on the man’s dick.

I roll my eyes. “Riveting!”

“Fuck, I’m horny. Come here!”

I place the books down and make sure the spines match in height. I’ve always thought Bennett was attractive. Right now, he’s nothing more than a big asshole I want to throw a bucket of ice-cold water over.

“There’s a good girl,” he says, his eyes glued to the screen as I climb onto the bed. Hand in my hair, he grapples with his jeans, pushing them down far enough to free his cock. “Suck it!”

“Are you sure you want to sail your ship on such dangerous waters? I might bite it off.” I’m not lying either.

He doesn’t look away from the TV as he replies, “Sounds good, babe. Suck it!”

He’s not even listening to me. I can say anything, and he’ll agree.

“Fuck, yes!” he groans when I take him into my mouth and suck him deep.

I pull out all the stops I know to make him see stars and get him off quickly. I used to revel in bringing him to his knees. Now it’s dawning on me that my path is mapped out for me, and this is it – this is what the future has in store for me.

“Fuck!” he grunts, tensing on the bed as I swallow down his release.

I wipe my mouth and welcome the numbness inside me.

I don’t want to feel anymore.

“Do you want me to return the favor?” he asks, switching to a sports channel.

Is he for real? I fight the urge to pull a face of disgust. “No, thank you.”

Unbothered, he shrugs. “Lie down.”

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