And we have to impress him.
Kail is silent, slouched back in the window seat with his arm behind me.
“I’m not here to socialize,” Dawid says. “I can get into the institute, disable or copy their security, this I can promise, but it’s risky. If they find out I helped you do this, I may bepfft, vanished. Normally, I am an expensive man, but I like to…” He smiles directly at me. “I like to watch women being fucked, in the best kind of ways.”
“Best?” Kail is brooding, his eyes shrouded. Is he angry?
Using my hip, he hauls me closer. Beneath the dress, concealed by the table, he curves his hand over the top of my thigh. This leaves his thumb resting an inch from my pussy.Thank god I chose to wear panties. I resist reacting, though desire quietly kindles, and then…he shifts that hand closer.
“Meaning?” Kail says, as he feathers his thumb over my clit. The thin cloth layer does nothing to help me. Especially, when he pushes it aside. My breath hitches.
“Something that makes them come over and over, despite the man doing bad things to them. Pain and pleasure. Bondage. Making her hate how much she likes it. Yes? Are you in, Miss Hailey? I know he is.” All said so casually. He waves toward Kail. “The exact acts, I leave for you to choose.”
Bad things. That could easily be a crime scene.
Fearis the chill that ripples down my spine.Lustis the thrill that follows as Kail delves between my thighs with his entire hand. Yet still, the table conceals.
That description of Dawid’s wants is a mixture of confronting, scary, and intriguing.
“We have an agreement?” he asks.
With my heartbeats thudding louder by the second, I sneak a look at Kail. His face is emotionless, as if he’s fighting something. All the while, his fingers have been stroking along my slit so that wetness slicks both me and him, and his fingers glide.
I stare at the table, struggling with that same wish to be emotionless, while my needs are soaring.
I should tell Kail I’m done.
Once we start, I won’t stop.
Trust me.
His fingertip pushes aside my pussy lips, pushes further, moves in slow teasing circles. I part my thighs, a fraction, nothing more, and I swallow my noises. My throat tightens as he keeps on playing with me.
My hands turn into claws.
I grip his wrist, then my thigh.
I throw him a hot glare and at last,at last, I see a small smile hinted at in the twitch of his mouth.
“Well?” Dawid drawls. Zedder chuckles. They know what Kail is doing.
“She’s thinking,” Kail says.
The bastard.His fingers keep fucking with me.
The things Dawid asks for. It would be sick to want those, wouldn’t it?
Like the man being pegged in the alcove.
Make you hate to like it.
Like the woman led on a leash.
Pain and pleasure… Like the woman at the sofa. Her cries are for the pleasure they’re giving her and the red lines on her body.
“You’re wet and getting wetter.” Though his mouth is beside my ear, Kail’s words are loud enough for the others to hear. “Ten seconds to say no. One, two...”
He probes me, curls his finger, hooks my pussy with it, tugs.
