Page 55 of Playing With Danger

“Hand between your legs, baby. I’m gonna watch you play with my pretty pussy while I jack off for you.”

Yes! Please.

With anyone else I would’ve been embarrassed. But there was no discomfort with Valentine, not with his eyes on me making me feel like I was the most beautiful, precious thing he’d ever seen.

I jolted when my fingers grazed my clit.

Valentine’s neck bent and he looked down between us where my hand was working.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

He pumped his cock fast. I dipped my fingers into my pussy, getting them wet, then went back to circling my clit.

It wasn’t going to take much more for me to go.

“Do not slow down.”

Alrightly then, it would seem Valentine already knew my body as well as I did.

I rubbed hard. My breath came out choppy. My gaze stayed focused on the way Valentine worked his cock. The sight was primal, beautifully vicious the way he stroked, taking himself much harder than I would.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I rasped.

I could see a bead of come dripping from his swollen head and that was what sent me over the edge. Knowing he was getting off watching me. Knowing I once again had the control he’d claimed to desperately need. I vaguely wondered if he knew he gave it to me. It was my pussy, my hand toying with my clit, that was getting him off.

“Honey,” I groaned and arched.

My empty pussy grasped at nothing but the heady goodness still washed over me.

“Knees,” he growled and tugged me up. “Right fucking now.”

I’d barely slid off the bed when my hands went to his thighs to stop myself from pitching to the side.

“Open.”

I opened my mouth, then the tip of his dick was on my tongue. Hot jets of come splashed the back of my throat. I closed my lips tight, swirled my tongue around his head while he jerked off, swallowing until he finally finished.

My eyes tipped up and my lungs seized.

“Do not move.”

With my lips still wrapped tight, his hand left his dick, went to my jaw, and gently, reverently stroked.

“I’ll never forget how fucking beautiful you look on your knees.” His hand slid into my hair. “I’ll make it worth it, Sophie. I promise.”

I could hardly answer with a dick in my mouth.

But I hoped he understood he’d already made it worth it.

And furthermore, I really didn’t like how he’d mentioned the ‘worth it’ thing again.

I filed that away for a conversation for a different day. Right after I processed why the thought of Valentine owning my body had my stomach tied in knots and my heart thumping in my chest.

13

The woman in my arms slept like the dead. And there I was like a crazed weirdo watching her sleep, wondering what the fuck I was supposed to do now. I didn’t have the first clue how to make a woman happy. I knew how to take her out for a good time, fuck her, get her off, then send her on her way. I didn’t do sleepovers. I sure as fuck didn’t climb into a bathtub with one and wash her hair. But I’d done just that—with Sophie. And worse, I’d made promises. I’d taken it too far. I’d lost control and abused the trust she’d given me. I used her body and her innocence against her. I knew after that kiss the worst thing I could do would be to fuck her, that the moment I got inside her everything would change. And it damn well had.

I should’ve kept it platonic, kept her safely in the friend zone where I could get my fix while keeping my dick in my pants and her safe from my dysfunction.

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