Her cheeks flush.
Fuck me, she does.
My cock jumps, but my heart twists because I don’t know if I can do that with her. Not her.
She nods once, then covers her face. “I don’t know what I want. I’ve never… It’s never… been?—”
I save her from this, cutting her off. “Do you know how to say no to me? Do you know how to stop this if it gets out of control? If I hurt you? You kick me the balls, understand? You fucking kick me so hard I keel over.”
She studies my face, sniffling slightly. “You look like I just stole your favourite toy, Konnor. I told you I’m not your dream girl. I’m not pure, precious. I’m not.”
A slow grin slides across my face. “One thing is for sure. Youarecrazy.”
She gasps.
“You’re crazy if you think I don’t want to bend you over my bed and fuck you until you’re screaming, shuddering, pussy swollen, and my cum dripping down the inside of your thighs.”
She bites her lower lip, brown eyes wide and startled. Then whispers, “I want that, too.”
Fuuuck.
I lift my hand and bite my fist, looking at her over the top of my knuckles, thinking of all the things that could go wrong, but— “Are we processing, Duch? Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Brain-blood: Zero.
Cock-blood: One.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
blesk
"Take off that little nightgown."
My body flushes with warmth—arousal and shame—for what I just suggested. Part of me wishes I could go back in time and erase that conversation, but it’s happening…
He is staring at me. Green eyes somehow both beautiful and devious, safe and thrilling. Without taking his gaze off me, he pops the top button of his jeans. "Let's process, Duch. Are you nervous?" He leaves his jeans open at the top, showing a strip of light brown pubic hair.
I shuffle on the edge of his mattress. My hands— I find the edge of my silk gown, fidgeting with it. He is looking right through me, to my gross parts, to my unpleasant and wrong parts. Does he see them that way? Are they?
"Yes,” I admit.
"Why?"
"I might mess up."
"Mess up what?” He walks to the bedroom door and locks it. I look at the light switch. Then at him. “No,” he answers me without a question. “Light stays on. Don't hide anything from me. Blush. Moan. Scream." He pauses, and then finally says, "Flinch, Blesk. I plan on doing things to you that will make you flinch—and shudder. Don't hold back."
My shoulders drop and rise as I draw sweet air in, somehow breathless from the laps his eyes are running around my body. “Are you going to get naked, too?”
“When you beg me to.”
I stifle a smile. I part my lips, panting, and rise on shaky legs. I want to remove my clothes with the confidence Pemberton did that day, just wrench the gown over my head, and cup his cock… “I…”
“Do you want help?”
“Yes.”
