That I wasn’t wearing a bra
That my n*****s were right there, poking through the drenched fabric like they were begging for his tongue
His gaze dropped
From my eyes
To my mouth
Then to my chest
And he froze again
Just stood there
Staring
And I didn’t even try to hide it
I tilted my shoulders back just slightly
Pushed my t**s forward like a f*****g invitation
And oh God
He licked his lips
He actually licked his lips
Then reached down and adjusted his sweatpants like he thought I wouldn’t notice
Like I wouldn’t see the thick, hard outline of his d**k straining against the grey fabric
And holy s**t
He was hard
He was so f*****g hard
My whole body clenched just watching him fight it
Watching him struggle not to look at me like he wanted to bend me over right there in the mud
Then he snapped his head to the side like he needed to breathe
“Where the hell is Tasha,” he growled
Oh
Right
Tasha
Should I tell him the truth
Should I say oh she’s getting dicked down by six strangers while she moans like a pornstar and forgets I even exist
Because I want to
I want to so bad
Because I’m pissed
And horny
And kind of evil right now
But no
I lie
“Oh… Tasha left me to go to another party.”
He flinched
“What!”
“She’s fine,”
I said quickly, shrugging like it didn’t bother me.
“She’s totally fine.”
+ Ponts
“She’s fine,” he snapped, stepping closer.
“Have you even seen this rain. It’s pouring. She could be dead in a ditch.”
I nearly laughed
Oh she’s not dead
She’s very much alive and getting stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey
But I didn’t say that
Instead I smiled
Sweet
Slow
Evil
“She’s perfectly fine, Daddy.”
And then everything stopped
His eyes snapped to mine
His jaw clenched so tight I could see it twitch
“What did you just call me,” he said, low
Real low
Like warning low
Like f**k-me-right-now low
I swallowed
My whole body buzzed
I didn’t answer
Just pressed my arms together, squeezed my t**s tighter, made sure the fabric hugged every curve
I saw his eyes darken
“Are you doing that on purpose,” he said, licking his lips again
Like he couldn’t help it
??/p>
Like he was losing control
I leaned back slowly
Let my spine press against the tree trunk.
Let my lashes flutter like I was confused
“Doing what,”
I whispered
“Do you want me to suck them,” he asked, and it wasn’t really a question, it was a warning.
He said it.
He actually f*****g said it.
And the way he said it.
Low
Slow
Like a threat
Like a dare
Like he was already tasting them in his mouth
My breath caught
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.