Page 98 of Prey Tell
He holds a hand up, adjusting his cufflink as he stares down at me.
When I fix my cufflinks later, take it as the signal that the scene is about to start, Juliet.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he adjusts the cufflink on his other sleeve. I swallow as my eyelids grow heavy, and I set my empty champagne glass on a passing tray held by a server.
“Did you hear anything I said?” he asks, his voice clipped.
I shake my head. “No. Apologies, sir. I was distracted.”
He cocks his head and places his hands in his pockets. “By your professor?”
I nod. “Yes. And what you said to him.”
His lips twitch. “Because he’s the one you fucked.” It’s a statement, not a question.
I nearly gasp at the caustic way he says it. “Yes, sir.”
Chase rubs his mouth and looks away. “Wonderful. Luckily, I only have to deal with his wife, otherwise I’m not sure I could handle funding the man who took something that was supposed to bemine.”
I actually gasp this time, my body turning molten. “I did ask you first,” I whisper. “Sir.”
Wrong thing to say.
His nostrils flare as he stares down at me with nearly obsidian eyes. Without another word, he grabs my elbow. It’s rough but not painful. Dragging me to the other side of the building, he brushes people off and briskly walks us over to the dark area that houses the single bathroom. I open my mouth to protest, but he pushes me inside and kicks the door closed, locking it quickly.
It’s a small, modern bathroom with black and white tiles, but I hardly have time to observe our surroundings before Chase is on me. I whimper as he presses me against the cold tile, gasping as I felt him rucking up my dress.Thedress.
“Remember your safe word, Parker.” His voice is dark and venomous.
At first, I register it as a question, but then he presses up against me, at the same time, the sound of a belt buckle peals from behind my hips.
“It would be quite a shame to sully this beautiful dress, don’t you think?” he growls.
“But—”
“Do as I say, Parker,” he murmurs.
A flash of something akin to fear—or maybe excitement—rolls through me as one hand wraps around my neck, the other one grabbing on to my hip. I feel his thick cock press against my aching core. He tightens his grip on my neck, and black spots float in my vision as he thrusts into me.Roughly.I rise onto the balls of my feet from the sudden stretch of accommodating him with no foreplay, crying out as he pulls out and slams back in, squeezing my neck harder.
“How many times do I have to fuck you to make you forget all the other men before me?”
“Chase,” I wheeze, reaching up to claw at him.
“That’s it.Say my name,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
His right hand digs into my bare flesh, pulling me onto his cock with zero abandon. I feel our pelvic bones slamming against each other with each snap of his hips. Though he wasn’t necessarily gentle with me last weekend, this is still the roughest he’s ever been. His hand roves to the back of my neck and he tugs my head back by grabbing my hair, and I cry out as my pussy squeezes him.
“You like it rough, don’t you?” he purrs. He lets go of my hip, and at first I think he’s bracing himself against the wall until I hear the sharp slap of a hand against skin. Until Ifeelthe sting of his palm. “He may have been your first, Juliet, but I intend to be your last.”
His words ricochet around the bathroom as he spanks me again, and this time, I see stars. I feel myself flutter around his cock, on the brink of a cataclysmic orgasm.
“Chase,” I gasp out, and he slaps me again. This time, I scream out loud, and I have half a mind to hope that the hallway outside is empty.
“My girl’s a screamer,” he hums, caressing my sore ass. “Did you scream with all of them? Or just me?”
“Just… you…” I moan, feeling hot tears sliding down my cheeks unconsciously.
“Good girl,” he says, his praise like a balm to my frayed soul. He relaxes his hold on my hair and brings his slapping hand around to my clit. “I want you to come for me, Parker. I want you to milk my cock for all it’s worth.”
