Page 329 of Hell Hath No Fury
Cooper’s throat cleared. “Um, sir?”
A low chuckle came from behind me, as though the man was standing there. Whoever he was, I could almost picture him by the sound of that deep, slightly husked laugh. I imagined his hands behind his back, nonchalance etched upon his face, and the start of a smile enriching his voice. “Answer the question.”
I heard Cooper swallow. “A little, yeah.”
My eyes widened, but then I smirked. We were naked, and evidently, someone was going to orgasm before we left this place.
I hadn’t yet decided if I wanted that someone to be me.
“We’re short on time, so let’s get moving. I’m going to touch your girlfriend.” He paused, and so did my heart. “That okay with you, Cooper?”
Cooper cursed. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me perfectly fine.”
Cooper was quiet, and I wasn’t sure I was breathing when he asked in a tone that reeked of annoyance, “Do I get a choice?”
The man huffed. “Of course not, but it is nice to feel as though you do, right?”
“Rose,” Cooper started. “I don’t—”
“Enough,” the man said. “This is it. You know very well you don’t get a choice.”
“We’re okay,” I said. “Coop, it’ll be fine. It’s just this once.”
Cooper said nothing.
My thighs rubbed together. I was wet. I was wet and terrified, and the unknown should’ve made me want to curl up into a ball and beg for this to be over, but instead, I opened my legs.
Another chuckle filled the dank room. It bounced off the walls and ceiling and echoed with his words. “You’re not afraid, Rose?”
“Immensely,” I said because what kind of girlfriend would I be if I admitted to being excited over another man, a complete fucking stranger, touching me in front of the guy I loved?
As if the stranger knew exactly why I’d lied, he kept quiet. Then the mattress dipped with his weight, and the scent of some type of crisp and earthy cologne engulfed me. “Open wider.”
“What?” Cooper half-yelled. “What’s he doing? Rose?”
“N-nothing yet.” But I could feel his eyes between my thighs, as warm as any touch.
“I’m going to prepare her, and then we’re both going to feast.” The word feast was said as though he were starving.
Featherlight, something brushed over my mound. So gentle it was barely a touch, yet I moaned.
“Rose,” Cooper said, throaty with frustration.
“Tell him,” the stranger said. “Tell him my knuckles are growing sticky with your desire.”
Cooper cursed again. “Stop, I don’t…” He trailed off with a gust of expelled breath. “I don’t think I can do this, Rose.”
The stranger’s touch disappeared, and I almost reached for him but laid still and closed my eyes even though they were covered. “Cooper,” I said, my voice thick. “It felt good.”
I knew honesty would either make this situation a thousand times worse, and he’d drag us out of here as uninitiated pups who’d never see the other side of the society who ruled Peridot Island or worse… or maybe, it might just help.
“Touch yourself,” I pleaded. “Wrap your hand around that thick dick and squeeze.”
“Rose,” he said, still unsure, but his tone had changed. Uncertainty was now muddled with need. I could hear it in the deeper low cadence of my name.
“Please,” I urged, and the stranger’s fingers returned, eliciting another moan from me.
