Page 112 of Tempt Her

“Thank you,” she mutters against my pounding chest. Even through my T-shirt, I can feel her warm breath over my swelling heart that won’t stop beating like a spastic drum.

It’s not painful.

It’s terrifying.

Because I don’t know what’s causing it. My fatal heart defect? My love for her? Or my dooming lie?

“I know it’s hard on you,” she whispers, reaching under my shirt, and I don’t stop her. Like she can sense my distress, she starts rubbing my chest. Mateo does the same thing, and it starts to work—my breath calms. My pulse seeks hers that’s healthy, that thrives.

“But it’s beenhellfor you,” I rumble, burying my nose in her silky strands. She smells like lavender, and it adds to the peace she gives me. “I’m sorry I was a dick for so long. I’m just a stubborn fucker; you’re right. But I won’t apologize for how I’m going to kill him. Men like him deserve to die.”

Her lips find my neck. “Let’s stop talking about him. He doesn’t rule my mind or my life anymore.” Her sweet pecks on my flesh turn to kisses that heat my veins. When her lips finally find my ear, teasing it with her tongue, it swells my cock to rock-hard. She seals her fate by whispering, “You’rein charge of me, sir.”

And I know it’s a fucking act with her, but let the play begin. We both desire the show. If I can’t kill him right now, I’ll at least control this. My need is overwhelming to take care of her, to please her. I want to wipe his pain off of every inch of her flesh.

“Strip,” I softly order her.

Lifting the gown over her head, she tosses it to the floor beside her. She must have read it somewhere or watched porn because she’s naked underneath and assumes the position again, kneeling beside me on the carpet with her hands in her lap. She bows her head for me too, and fuck, I crave this, needing more light to relish this because there’s not enough.

Still, I demand, “Spread your thighs and show me what I rule.”

“Use your phone,” she whispers.

It’s been charging on the outlet behind the dresser. Thank fuck, that dickhead is smart enough to have generators. I have a full charge that lets me turn the flashlight on my phone, bathing her in light.

She starts playing with her swelling clit. “Now, take a video of how you rule my pussy, sir.”

“Did I say you can touch yourself?”

“No,” she giggles, pulling her hand away. “Sorry.”

“Clasp your hands behind your back.” When she does, it arches her ribs, jutting her perfect breasts and those goddamn intoxicating nipples my way. “Now spread your thighs wider. That’s it. Lean back and show me what’s mine to fuck.”

Her head falls back, and her trust in me is a drug, especially after all she’s suffered, even hours ago. It makes her even more stunning, wanting me, seeking my control. And I’m falling so hard for her.

“You’re beautiful.” I don’t need a video to remember that truth forever. “You’re so beautiful and way too fucking smart, and that heart of yours deserves to be free.”

“I am free,” she huffs. “I’m free to want you to fuck me right now.”

“Even with him down the hall?”

“Especiallywith him down the hall.” She lifts her head, and her eyes find mine. “I hope he catches you fucking me like a real man does.”

I want to treat her like a real man should in many ways. I want to support her dreams. I want to see her open her store. I want to see her shine in the spotlight of success. I want to see her smile and never stop.

“Then let that pussy get so fucking wet like my beautiful whore does for my cock.”

Every time I call her that, it’s not a word I use for women. I respect them. I don’t use slurs, but that’s not what it is to her when I say it.

She asked me to use the word.

Becausehedoes, along with other degrading ones, I’ve heard it. So fuck yes, she can take the word and her power back.

My hard cock is more than happy to help.

While she submits to my gaze, I prop my phone beside the dresser. It’s plenty of light for her to watch me strip my shirt off. I shove my pants and boxers down next, but I don’t take them off, nor my boots. I must be ready to jump up with a few seconds’ warning if that fucker wakes up.

It gets me off, too, the idea he might catch us. That he might see how she deserves to be treated.

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