My name shakes with panic, and she wiggles fiercely but gains nothing except making my dick harder.
I have no intention of letting a single soul see her like this, but I alsohave no intention of letting her know that.
“I think this will convince them, no?” I muse, setting my amusement free. “Letting them watch me fuck you and fill you with my cum.”
She bucks against me in response, biting out a few colorful insults.
Grinning, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and shove them down with her panties in tow, pleased by how easily she’s made it to get her naked.
“I swear to fucking God, Dread. I’m going to kill yo?—”
“Step out,” I order, pinning the garments with my foot so she can pull her legs free from them.
“No.”
I sigh. “Baby, if you think keeping them on will give you a chance to pull them up before a reporter sees you, you’re underestimating their reflexes with a camera button. Step out, or I open this window and call them over here.”
The little growl beneath her breath is the only indication she gives of relenting before she angrily pulls her feet out from the shorts and underwear.
“See, baby? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I purr, grinning when she shoots a glare over her shoulder from the condescension in my words. “Now stand on the books.”
She peers down at them, and in the glass reflection, her brows pinch with confusion. “Why?”
“Because I asked you to, Reverie,” I respond firmly, an edge creeping into my tone.
My feelings are still very much hurt.
“Dread, just fuck me on the bed,” she whines, her brows pinching with anxiety.
“And then what? You go back to acting like we’re roommates again? Are you going to keep pretending like you don’t have feelings for me, too?”
“Is this supposed toconvince meto have feelings for you?” she snaps, her voice pitching with panic. She keeps her eyes locked outside the window in case someone shows up.
“No,” I growl. “Because you already fucking do, Reverie. This is just what happens when you shut down and act like you don’t. Now, step up on the goddamn books.”
“Ugh!”She does so angrily, stomping her little feet and lining up herhips with mine perfectly.
Her attitude is so fucking cute sometimes.
I bite back a smile and grab the underside of her left thigh, propping her foot on the edge of my desk.
A breath shudders out of her, nervous energy radiating from her pores. Still, no one is outside, though she seems to have trouble finding relief in that.
“If I reach between your legs, what will I feel?” I ask, my voice hushed.
“A vagina,” she states, attempting dryness in her tone, but the breathless quality ruins the effect.
Keeping my eyes on the alleyway, I lean toward her ear again.
“And is she soaked for me?” I softly trail the tips of my fingers down the underside of her hiked thigh, eliciting a harsh shiver from her.
“You might as well be sticking your dick in sandpaper,” she bites out. Her voice is strained, as if she’s trying to suppress her true emotions.
I’ve had enough of her doing that.
A contemplative hum vibrates deep in my chest as my fingers near her pussy. The closer I get, the more her breath hitches, and the choppier it becomes.
“You better be careful about lying to me, darling. Any second, someone can snap a picture, and the entire world will see the truth,” I warn darkly.
