Maybe he doesn’tfeelat all.He’s gone all professional on me, reminding me that I’m a job, an assignment, and nothing more.But we’re going to be stuck in this house together, and I can’t stand the tension that’s settled over the last two hours.
The naughty feeling begins to swell, so I flick open the pages of my book and select a paragraph.
I clear my throat and put on my best husky male voice as I read aloud.“‘You want me, don’t you, Kylie?Are you wet for me, baby?Do you want my big cock in your mouth?—’”
I don’t get any further, as he snatches the book out of my hand and scans the rest of the page, his face giving nothing away.
“No wonder you read so much,” he says.“This is fucking filth.”
“Yeah, well, this filth beats sitting around here doing nothing.”
“You found this in the library?”He’s still reading, his eyes roaming the words.
“No.Nita must have packed it for me.”
The only time I’ve fallen in love is within the pages of a romance book.I’ll never forget my very first book boyfriend.He did things for me and taught me things I would never have learned in real life.These books became my escape, became the only way I could live the life I wanted.
“It’s porn,” the Beast says with a tut.
“It’s not.”I snatch the book out of his hand.“And even if it was, we all have our needs.Don’t tell me you don’t have a stash of porn or a favourite website.”
There’s a ripple across his features, and I picture him, eyes closed, his hand working himself into a frenzy.
“I don’t need porn,” he says at last, his face darkening.
I’ve tried to embarrass him, tried to make him feel uncomfortable for my own amusement, and now it’s going to royally backfire like all the times before when I’ve pulled this little stunt.
His gaze intensifies, and I swear I feel his eyes caressing my body before he says, “I have a very good imagination.”
I gulp, heat flaring over my skin.What does he think about when he touches himself?
As if answering me, he says, “I thought you were going to take a shower.”
Words escape me, so I just slip from the sofa and make my way up the stairs, knowing he’ll disappear into the small security room to make sure no one attacks me when I’m in my room.
But is that all he’ll be doing?
Entering my bedroom, I don’t feel the release of his stare as I look at the corner of the room where the camera blinks.He’ll be sitting there now, behind his desk, watching me.
A tingling awakens between my legs.
Maybe it’s because of the book I’ve just been reading.Maybe it’s because of the conversation we’ve just had.Or maybe it’s because I’m thinking ofhim.I turn my back on the camera, bravery coursing through my veins as I pull my jumper over my head before easing my sweats over my hips and sliding them down my legs.
Is he watching?Is he gasping as I bend over to pull my feet through the legs of my pants?Is he stroking himself whilst looking at my backside?
And more importantly, do I want him to?
Kicking my discarded clothes away, I then turn to face the camera, letting him see me in my underwear.Letting him take in all of me.Letting him know that this is just for him.
* * *
FENRIR
There’s no comical blowing of a kiss this time as Hayami turns to stare at the camera.She’s enchanting.Her skin’s the palest eggshell, her hair the darkest black.My cock twitches as she turns and disappears into the en suite.
She’s just messing around.Just toying with me.This is nothing but a continuation of the conversation we were having downstairs about the type of books she reads.Nothing more than the flirtatious shit she pulls daily, right?I know the kind of clubs Hayami has been trying to get into these last few months.The kind where hands get busy under tables, where people go to have more than a drink and dance.They’re the types of places where people go for one thing and one thing only.
And I still don’t know what game she’s playing or what goes through her head sometimes.But I sure as hell know that something is going on with her, something between us.Or am I imagining it?Is she just winding me up?
