Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Following his command, I leaned into his touch while his fingers ignited something unfamiliar deep within me. I didn’t know where I wanted him to touch me the most.
My whole body was on fire.
He brazenly announced, “I don’t know whether to use my hands or my mouth, Cove? Tell me, which do you want, bunny?”
Playing my role, I panted, “Whatever you want,” as I swayed my ass against his rock-hard cock and silently pleaded for him to keep going.
How far was he going to take this?
Only then did I understand why these couples were in here in the first place. They were voyeurs, and I guess that made us exhibitionists. At first, Jace didn’t touch me where I wanted him the most. Instead, he teased my pussy on top of my panties while his other hand slid down the front of my dress, freeing my breasts.
I should have stopped him.
I should have told him no.
I didn’t.
I got lost in whatever was happening between us, pretending we were alone and not in a room full of strangers. My mask made it easy to hide behind, serving its purpose. I craved Jace’s touch, longing to feel like I was his for what felt like forever.
I hated him, right?
The truth was, I wanted him to fuck me in this room, claim me in front of these people I’d never see again.
I wanted all that and more.
But mostly, I just desired him.
I bit my bottom lip as I watched a man get sucked off by a woman sitting on another man’s face. Her head fell back, as mine did, and Jace took it as an open invitation to slide my panties over to rub my clit in a side-to-side motion.
No warning.
He wasn’t soft.
Or gentle.
My eyes closed on their own as he continued to play me like his favorite toy.
“You close your eyes again, and I’ll fucking stop,” he warned. “I brought you here to watch, and I expect nothing less.”
I whimpered when he bit me and opened my hooded gaze.
“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear, sucking on my earlobe.
“Mmm…” I shamelessly moaned so close to coming from his sweet, skilled torture.
The asshole knew it too.
I leaned into his embrace, shamelessly begging, “Please, Jace. Please give me what I want,” without him having to demand it.
“Is that what you want? To come on my hand in a room full of strangers?”
“Yes…”
“Good girl,” he groaned.
I could feel his teeth nibbling my skin, making me feel both pleasure and pain. Grabbing the back of his head, I held him for support. I could hear the breathless pants all around me from the endless amounts of skin-on-skin contact, but I didn’t care.
I was too far gone.
Jace grabbed my chin, turning my face to meet his lips.
Was he going to kiss me?
I didn’t have to demand an answer because in one swift movement, his mouth was on mine. He wasn’t just kissing me. This was all claim.
For them?
For me?
Or for him?
Before I could prepare for his attack, he slid his tongue into my mouth. I tasted him for the first time, and I knew right then and there I’d never be able to get enough of him. This was fucking with my mind.
He was fucking with my head.
I couldn’t tell what was pretend or what was real. I wanted so desperately to believe he wanted this as much as I did. All this time, all these years, I thought I was over him.
Again, I was slapped in the face that my feelings for him were still there. Alive and thriving, becoming part of me.
Fuck…
This wasn’t fair.
Why was he doing this to me?
It was for the mission, Cove. Nothing more, nothing less. Then why did it feel like my feelings were reciprocated?
The more he kissed me, touched me, made me feel like I was truly his, the further my infatuation for him grew.
Was it lust?
A crush?
Love?
I didn’t know, and at that moment, I didn’t care because I was in his arms, and that was good enough for me.
“I’m… I’m…”
“You going to come for me, bunny?”
“Yes…”
We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, just enjoying the feel of one another. Until he wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed lightly, locking me in place, holding me in front of him, not allowing me to move an inch.
He was in control.
Exactly how I wanted him to be.
I could feel my wetness dripping down his hand, and he didn’t let up. If anything, he manipulated my clit with every strum of the instrumental song.
Faster.
Harder.
I ached to come.
“That’s right…” he baited. “Just like that… give me what I want…”
I did.
I came, immediately seeing stars.
My villain.
My captor.
My hero.
Had now turned into…
My lover who made me come for the first time in my life.
Sixteen
Jace
The silence was deafening on the drive back to the safe house. Her sweet scent still lingered on my fingers as I rubbed them in a back-and-forth motion over my mouth. Absentmindedly, I stared out the window, lost in my own thoughts.