and bouncing. She grinned at me, as if she were gloating, as if she was telling me he chose her over
me.Well, enjoy him all you want. Who said I want him? I don’t want him. Right?
I pinned my eyes on her as she posed on all fours like he’d ordered, ignoring the sound of him
getting up and taking off his jeans.I won’t look. I won’t freaking look.He stood by the bed, buck naked and damn, I looked.
Holy sweet ten-inch hard-on!
I was about to lick my lips, but I pressed them shut, dragging my gaze away. “Can you not… I
mean, I’m in the bed, cuffed, unable to move away. How can you…?”
“How can I fuck a girl while you’re watching? Easy. I’ll show you how,” he said.
“Asshole,” I mumbled.
“What did you just say to me?”
“I saidasshole…but I wasn’t talking to you. I just remembered my ex. He is anassholelike…
someone else I know.”
He climbed onto the bed and fondled the woman’s butt. Then he spanked her. I flinched in
response, a strange jolt of desire throbbed between my thighs. “Do you know what I do to bad girls
who lie, Tits?” he asked.
“Punish them, Prez?” she moaned.
“Yeah.” He spanked her again, his eyes on me. “Hard.”
“Maybe I should lie so you can punish me more often, Prez.”
He grunted, his gaze dark with arousal, piercing mine. My teeth speared my lip, and my eyes
dipped to his incredible erection again. I blinked hard, trying to look away from all that; his body was so sexy. The cock, the muscles, the tattoos, the cock.
His fist wrapped around his shaft, and he stroked himself, never leaving my gaze. “There’s
nowhere to go, sugar beau, so enjoy yourself a little before the morning comes and all the lies are
exposed because like Tits said I punish liars so hard.”
My heart thrashed at the warning and at the temptation. There were only a few hours left before it
was all over, and my lies would be discovered. When he knew the full truth, I didn’t know how he’d
react, but it wasn’t hard to guess. He wouldn’t like it when he knew the money I’d promised him
wasn’t in the car, and when I’d lie to him again in the morning, he most likely wouldn’t believe me.
It’d be much easier for him to just deliver me to my death, even favorable.
If I had a few hours to live, why would I waste them in a useless fight?
“What’s it gonna be, sugar beau? Touch yourself to what you’ll see?” He gave himself another
