Page 143 of Hide and Keep

“Are you fucking…” he grits before my dress lifts, allowing air colder than Crue’s voice to hit my thighs. “You’re such a stuck-up bitch.”

I know.

A hand dives into the front of my panties, causing a gasp from me and a curse from Crue. His tone several degrees warmer but still mocking, he says, “A stuck-up bitch that’s soaked…for ‘the help.’”

He’s the one who said I’mjusthis protectee.

“Hold the commentary and get to work. You are on the clock after all.”

Why does this pussy have to belong to this person? It’s as hot as I imagine a demon’s would be. Hotter actually, and not just temperature. I haven’t even ventured inside yet. I’m still just massaging her lips. Lips that are so wet it’s like a slip-n-slide for my fingers.

Fuck, she feels good. Better than I hoped.

I don’t get it. Her pussy likes me enough to bethislubricated, but her eyes are closed tight, face turned away like she can’t stomach the sight of me.

Good thing I don’t need her stomach to make her come.

Selfishly, I would prefer to have her eyes. And her lips… After watching them spew insults at me all week, I’d love to test their ability to handle something else, something bigger, see how they look with something other than hatred dripping from them—cum or saliva, I don’t care.

But this isn’t about me. For once. All I ever fucking think about is myself. Always stuck in my own head, worrying about my own shit.

Ever gives me someone else to think about, to care about.

She wants silence? Fine by me. I only speak to her because I have to.

As long as she’s not the silent one. She’s still gonna talk, right? Tell me if she likes what I’m doing?

She better. Money only inflates my bank account, not my ego.

Ever’s hips buck forward. “Are you going to fuck me already or not?”

“Mm. Not,” I say just to piss her off.

And because she’s pissing me off. She’s always pissing me off.

Those azure eyes finally find mine. “Then why are you—”

“I said I’d get you off and I will.”

“You also said your dick was mine but—”

“My dick is yours,” I snap before I realize what I’m saying.

My dick’s never been anyone’s other than mine. Shit. This is happening and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

“All of me is. For the next three years.”

The brows above her eyes inch closer together and her gaze drops.

Is that shame I see? Where was this humility when she was threatening her professor over me?

“Keep that in mind the next time you think about going to such great lengths marking your territory,” I bite out, pissed all over again. Always angry, always—

“Maybe if you’d let me mark my territory by glazing your dick with my cum, I wouldn’t have to.”

Jesus fuck, that’s what I’m talking about. From my tongue down to my cock, glaze me like a doughnut, Ever Munreaux.

On a growl, I thrust two fingers into Ever’s demon cunt, skipping the one-finger prep job I’d usually do. She drives mefucking crazy, makes me feel different than I ever have before. She…

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