Page 74 of Pretty Little Threats

“You think I won’t let you fuck my face?” His pupils are blown wide, and he dips a thumb inside of me while the other caresses my clit. My stomach fluttering, heat shooting from my head to my toes, I buck into his touch.

“I think you’re too proud to let me be in control.”

The dark chuckle tumbling from his throat strokes down my spine, a seductive lure to do whatever he wants. “Fine, princess, let’s see how you take control.” Dare crawls onto the bed, wearing nothing but low-slung joggers, and drops onto his back.

I turn and follow him, shuffling up to where his head is and swinging one leg over his face until my pussy is hovering above it. Grabbing the soft headboard, I smirk down at him. He looks so pretty with his face between my thighs. “Eat up, beasty.”

Dare’s eyes narrow. I sit on his mouth before he can protest, rolling my hips and coating his mouth in my essence. His hands grab my ass. That devilish tongue lashes at me, sending another flutter of pleasure through my belly. Humming in approval, I rock, biting my lip as I shamelessly grind over him. My clit pulses when I slip my hips back and he seals his lips around it, sucking hard enough I gasp and give him more of my weight.

He doesn’t complain.

Each time I rock against his tongue, my core throbs, tingles radiating through my body as the heat of his mouthcaresses my skin. My heartbeat is so loud, I swear he can hear it, but it only has him gripping me harder.

I do admire his dedication.

“Look at how handsome you are,husband,” I tease.

Probably to spite me, Dare lets me face fuck him until shivers race over me and my soft thighs tighten around his face. Until my breath comes in heavy pants, and my nails bite into the fabric covering the headboard. Until I’m so sensitive, my movements are frantic and needy.

He growls and redoubles his efforts, using the grip on my ass to force my cunt over his hot tongue, thrusting it into me, licking and tasting and caressing my walls, tasting every piece of me. What started with me in charge quickly spirals out of control. Dare holds the power, his wicked tongue in command.

I should say something. I shouldn’t give in, but he lifts my hips with one hand and pushes two fingers inside of me, pressing on my G-spot at the same time he assaults my clit. My eyes roll back, euphoria trembling through me, and I forget why I wanted to be in charge. Dare doesn’t stop until I beg for mercy, whimpering his name as my cum drips down his fingers and onto his skin.

Cleaning me with his tongue, savoring every last drop, Dare lifts his eyes. They’re shining in triumph.

Once again, Dare has won.

Trouble is, I’m not even mad.

Eventually, Dare leaves. It is Tuesday, after all. He’ll go to the gym and then work, and I...I’m not sure what to do. Of course, there’s always work to be done when it comes to JDMiller & Co, but that would mean going in and having to talk to my dad again.

My chest clenches at the thought.

Millers know no fear, Rosalynn.

As much as I hate the reason why Dad always used to tell me those words, he’s right. If I let this confrontation scare me off, I have no right to become chair of the board, and I’ve dedicated too many years, too much of my life to the company to walk away now.

Otherwise, what was it all for?

The late nights, the skipped dinners with friends, the hours of worrying. Every time I went to a party and courted a prospective client... If I give up, it was all for nothing.

I finish my second cup of coffee and get dressed, caking makeup on my face. The bruises on my chin are dark and the hardest to hide, but they’re mostly covered. The mark on my cheek is practically invisible under the blush. A simple, black, long-sleeve business dress slides over my skin, and once it’s zipped, the last of my armor is in place.

The car I called is waiting for me at the curb as I leave Dare’s home. The automatic lock whirs behind me as I make my way down the stairs, and I pause, glancing back at the camera above the front door. I step to the left. The camera follows me. Squinting, I flip Dare off.

“Have a good day, sweetheart.”

I scowl at the door, ignoring the chill in the air this morning. “I suppose there’s no point in asking you not to spy on me.”

“Nope,” Dare says, his voice crackling through the speaker.

“Of course not,” I mutter to myself, turning and heading to the car. The driver opens the back door for me,and I greet him before taking my seat. My phone buzzes and I tug it out.

Cassia

Question. Would it be too much to ask for you to put me into contact with your PI? I need help.

Rose

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