Page 123 of Captivated By Danger

“God!” I screamed.

It sounded like someone was pouring water on the floor.

“Uh-huh. That’s what I like.”

I could feel his long warm spurts shooting deep in my ass. He’d sat still until I opened my eyes and looked in the window. I looked a fucking mess. My make-up was smeared everywhere. My hair was stuck to my face. While I looked like I’d just run a marathon, he looked like he’d just walked in the house on a sunny day.

He licked his lips and before kissing my cheek, I moaned when he eased out of me.

“That ass so pretty, mama. Fuck. You took that dick, baby.”

I was stuck. That man just changed my life and he’s just talking like it’s another day at the supermarket. I rested my head on the bench. He came to my left side and released my ankle and I just stared at him. I followed him with my eyes as he unhooked my left wrist. He looked at me and chuckled.

“Grey. You aight?”

He moved to my right side, and I turned my head and continued to stare at him.”

“Grey,” he laughed.

I didn’t stop staring at him until he’d released my right ankle. When he tried to help me up, I snatched away from him, making him laugh some more. When I finally sat up, my body was still involuntarily jerking. I watched him as he plopped down in the chair. When he looked at me, he grinned.

“Grey, why you looking at me like that, mama? What did I do?”

My body jerked. “You… you… are a deviant.”

Leaning back in the seat, he crossed his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling with a smile on his face.

“If I’m a deviant, what are you for…” he waved his hand at all my fluids in small puddles on the floor. “Enjoying all the deviant shit.”

“An idiot. It makes me a fucking idiot!” I stressed.

My body jerked.

“Grey, do not try to get up by yourself,” he warned.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want to do,” I sassed.

He shrugged his shoulder. “Okay.”

When I stepped off the bench, my knee buckled, propelling me forward, prompting me to latch onto the other bench. My pride wouldn’t let me look at Diesel, but out the corner of my eye, I saw him fold his arms. Staggering to my feet, my legs were still wobbly. He sighed before getting up and grabbing my arm. My whole lower half was numb as hell. He wasn’t lying when he said that he could make me enjoy this room because tonight was so fucking perfect. He helped me over to the sink and I leaned against the counter while he washed his hands. He was so fucking fine and he knew it too.

“Ugh.” I scoffed.

“You’re about to say one of a few things;I hate you, Diesel. Your dick should not be that good. I’m in your cult now. I can’t stand you. You think you the shit, don’t you?”He turned and looked at me, flicking the excess water in my face. “And no, you don’t. Yes, my dick is so fucking good, and I’m happy to have you in my cult, it’s a great place to be. And I know I’m the shit and so do you. Does that cover it, Ms. Greysen?”

My eyes were about to bulge out of my head. He said every fucking thing that was running through my mind. I scoffed again.

“You know, God was in his bag, physically, when he was creating you, Diesel Danger, but literally fell asleep at the wheel when it was time to mix in some other shit.”

That made him smile big before pinching my cheek. “I like you. Pretty self.”

“So, what are you about to do? It’s still kind of early. What do old rich men like yourself do on the weekends?”

“You are going to get enough of calling me old, young lady, but you’re going to go take a shower and I am going to go take a shower and when you’re done, we are going to go to bed.”

My eyes lit up. “Together? Like… in your room?” I whispered.

He moved my hair from out of my face. “Yes. You’ve been a good girl and holding up your end of the bargain, and I have to do the same thing. You should have the feeling back in your legs now.”

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