“We are leaving,” I say, grabbing her arm. “I’m not in the mood to grovel for them.”
She looks up at me. Tears threatening to spill from her eyes, as she glares at me. “Why should I go anywhere with you ever again?”
“Because.” I pause. God, this girl is going to be the fucking death of me. I swear she is going to drive me insane. When she isall better, when she no longer needs me anymore, there is going to be nothing left of me.
And I’m perfectly okay with that.
TWENTY-THREE
I’m holding back tears.Ben’s little scene stung worse than the tattoo I got last night or the way his cock made my pussy stretch, but when he drops to his knees in front of me, I can’t look away.
“Prue,” he says my name, staring up at me. “I know I’m an asshole. Probably one of the biggest assholes you’ve ever met, and I’m sorry. Okay? You didn’t deserve that, but to be fair my fucking head is killing me, and I think my rib is trying to stab me in the lung. I know you probably hope it does, but unfortunately for you, I don’t plan on dying until you stop being fucking crazy and come to terms with the fact you are not going back to that piece of shit.”
“Are you lecturing me or begging?” I raise an eyebrow, folding my arms over my chest and glaring down at him.
Everything about this is hot. He is literally on his knees, in a public restaurant, with his bandmate sitting right there, begging me. Well, more like apologizing, but either way, it does something to me. Makes my stomach tense and my pussy wet.
“I apologize. You asked me to beg, so fine.” He closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a deep breath, before looking at me again. “Please, Prue, I need you to forgive me. I desperately want to make it up to you in ways you can’t possibly imagine. Last night was just a sneak peek at how good I can make you feel. Let me worship you and your pussy. Allow me the chance to show you that while, yes, I am a huge asshole, I still know exactly how to make you cum.”
My cheeks heat up, knowing so many people are hearing this, but at the same time, I like it. Let them see that I can make a notorious playboy, get on his knees and beg for me.
“Doubtful.” I roll my eyes. “Your ribs are at the very least bruised, and you probably have a concussion, so I highly doubt you could make me cum now.”
“Now? Like right now? Because I have no problem proving how wrong you are with an audience, but I think the restaurant manager might.” He smirks that stupid smirk that makes my chest tighten.
“I meant now, like today, asshole.”
“I’m sorry.” He smiles. “My mistake. But if you think a broken rib or concussion would keep me from worshipping at the alter that is your perfect pussy, you are wrong. It’s the least I could do. Let me show you what it feels like to be free of the pressure to please everyone else and just get to enjoy your own pleasure.”
I stare down at him. He keeps his eyes on me, full of lust and determination. For a moment, I think he may actually throw me to the floor and devour me right here. A tiny part of me wishes he would.
“Prue, baby, should I go on?” He raises an eyebrow.
“If you have more to say, sure.”
He chuckles. “More to say? I could fill a whole fucking discography with everything I want to say to you, but it’s hard to think when the blood in my body is going other places…”
“I told you, you had internal bleeding.” I cut in.
“Not there, baby. Having you stare down at me while I literally beg to make you cum in a restaurant full of people is making my cock hard.”
“Glad to help you discover a new kink.”
“Let me help you discover one back.”
“Get off the floor. You look pathetic.” I roll my eyes.
“Do you not like it when I look pathetic?”
“I do, but I’m pretty sure we are about to be kicked out,” I say, nodding to a man in a suit that is making his way quickly toward us. Ben glances over his shoulder and groans.
“God, how many times do I have to get my ass kicked for you?” He pushes himself to his feet.
“How many more times do you have left?” I counter, smirking at him.
“As many more as you’d like.”
“Ben,” Aaron says, and we both look to him. He jerks his head toward a door behind him.
