I took another step forward. “You don’t know what you’re offering.”
“I know exactly what I’m offering.”
I filled the space between us and put both hands on her hips, but even then, she didn’t back away.
I searched her face for any sign of hesitation. But there wasn’t any.
“Lana,” I said finally, my voice low. “If you start something like that with me, you won’t be able to take it back.”
She looked right at me, eyes unwavering. “I won’t want to take it back.”
My hands tightened on her hips, and I could feel every inch of her body pressing into mine. She didn’t flinch. Christ, she leaned into me, and I swear my head spun.
“You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Yes, I do,” she shot back, and that calm certainty—God, it hit me like a damn freight train.
That’s when I couldn’t resist her any longer. I needed to show her what she was getting herself into, and that this wasn’t a game she could play and think it would be just that. I leaned down and kissed her hard, lifting my hands to cup her face and hold her there.
She gasped against my mouth, but she didn’t back off. Her hands went to my chest, with her fingernails digging into my skin in an attempt to pull me even closer. I groaned and pushed my fingers into her hair, fisting it hard while tilting her head back. I deepened the kiss and pushed my tongue into her mouth, showing her just how unapologetic I was. But she was bold too. Her tongue curled around mine, and she pressed her hips forward. My cock had gotten hard the second we stepped out of the room, and she wanted to remind me how she made me feel.
I dropped my hands to her ass and squeezed tight, pressing her more against me before lifting her up and pinning her against the wall. Her arms came up to wrap around my neck, and I pushed my tongue inside her mouth one more time before trailing kisses down her jaw and neck.
“This is a bad idea,” I murmured, sucking her soft skin.
“Then stop,” she whispered, challenging me.
But I couldn’t stop.
I wanted to take her upstairs and lock myself up in my bedroom with her.
“I need you to be sure about this, Lana,” I told her, sounding out of breath. I kept kissing her neck and pressing my cock against her. “You’re old enough to understand what’s going on here, and if you end up hurting, I don’t want to be the one to blame.”
“I’ll be fine,” she moaned as she arched her back.
“Fine.” I kissed her lips again, slower this time. I wanted to taste her and see what she really made me feel. There were so many things happening at once, but they were all positive and exciting. Even for me, this was a whole new situation.
When I broke the kiss to look at her, I watched her expression closely. Her eyes were bright and filled with so many emotions, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips swollen. She was beautiful, and I hated that I could easily ruin her innocence.
“You really think you can handle being my fluffer?”
“I know I can. And you know you need me.”
And damn, was she right. She’d already proved that she could handle it. She’s proved it in every shiver, every moan, and every second her body had stayed pressed against mine. I didn’t even try to fight it anymore. She wanted this, and right now, I needed her more than I had ever needed anyone else.
17
Lana
I’d be lying if I said I was calm. My chest was tight, my thoughts were scattered, and every time I pictured what I said yes to, my pulse jumped. Holland’s idea had sounded bold when she said it. It was funny, even. But now that it was real, I wasn’t sure I could pull it off to become his fluffer, mostly because I had no actual experience with men, and I was going in headfirst without even caring about how I’d perform.
I didn’t feel confident. Not at first. But then my mother called, said those cruel things she always said, and something in me snapped. The shame she tried to push on me twisted into rebellion. I didn’t want to feel small anymore. I wanted to take control, even if that control came in a form I never thought I would crave. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was revenge. I didn’t care. I was angry, and I needed to feel something that would drown it out.
After Holland and I came back from the beach, I went straight upstairs and stood under the shower until I felt my head clear just enough. I changed into something simple but clean. Jeans and a fitted shirt. I wanted to look composed, like I belonged on that set and not just as a girl hiding behind the idea of an essay.
Walking downstairs was harder than I expected. Every step felt like I was testing myself. My hands trembled, but I kept going until I reached the filming room. The door was closed, but I could hear the soft moans. After taking a deep breath, I carefully opened the door not to make too much sound, and once I was inside, I went to sit down on the chair next to Rocco. He looked surprised, then he grinned and glanced at Callan who was already staring at me. His attention was on me, and I felt the rush of control in me. He tried to look away, to act unaffected, but I could see the truth in his face.
He couldn’t fake it with me, and he showed that right now by giving in to me.
