He releases his grip on my throat to slide his hand up to grip my jaw, forcing me to look back at him. “Are you finally ready to stop lying about us? About my feelings for you?”
I shake my head. With a growl he finger fucks me until I’m moving with him, following the punishing rhythm he’s set. He knows exactly how to touch me, how to bring me right to the edge.
Then he stops.
I whimper at the loss, the ache excruciating. He slides his hands away from me and steps back, putting space between us. I sag against the bars, the adrenaline draining away, leaving me weak and shaky. I can’t look at him yet. Not after what just happened.
After gathering my composure, I walk over to the opposite wall, needing to lean on it for support. And trying to put as much distance between us as possible.
“Look at me,” he says. When I shake my head, he growls. “Look. At. Me.”
I lift my head, narrowing my eyes at him. In return, Ghost studies me, his gaze roving over every inch of my body, lingering on the places where his hands had just been.
“I need to know if you’re running or willing,” he says.
I stiffen.
He steps closer, gripping the bars once more. “Are you willing to risk everything to be with me?”
I stare at him, unable to speak, my mind reeling.
“I want a fucking answer, Geneva.”
CHAPTER 47
GHOST
Geneva stares at me with a bewildered expression, lust making her eyes bright. “Why did you do that to me?”
“Because you needed to be taught a lesson.”
Her expression shifts, anger flashing across her face. “Which is?”
“Actions have consequences, Doc. You think you can lie to me and get away with it?” I shake my head. “I know you have feelings for me. Just fucking say it.”
“You don’t deserve my answer,” she snaps.
“Don’t I? Remember that the next time you make yourself come, knowing it should’ve been me.”
Her eyes narrow to little more than slits. She opens her mouth to respond and clamps it shut. Then something slides across her features, giving her a fierce expression.
She lifts her chin in pure defiance, right before she hikes up her skirt. I watch her, mesmerized, as she reaches down and begins to stroke herself.
“Fuck,” I growl, the word ripped from my throat.
She watches me with those intense eyes, her movements enticing.Then she widens her legs, and I can see her slick pussy, glistening with wetness. My mouth waters. I need to taste her.
“That’s right,” she murmurs, her voice sultry. Lusty. “It’smyhand. Not yours.”
The words are like a blow, hitting me in the chest. She’s going to punish me for denying her an orgasm. But more importantly, for daring her to acknowledge her feelings.
“Geneva,” I whisper, the word a warning.
Her hand moves faster, the rhythm frantic, along with her hips as they seek out her touch. I’m hypnotized, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of Geneva pleasuring herself.
“Yes,” she moans.
I grip the bars, my knuckles whitening, and grit my teeth. I can’t fucking take it. But I can’t tell her to stop.
