Page 170 of Hide and Keep

“Crue.” It’s meant to come out outraged, except my hips are already lifting, wanting more. Wanting it all.

“I told you I was gonna ruin your fucking rich-girl aesthetic. At dinner, I’ll be sitting across from you, smiling at the fact my cum’s pooling in your designer panties.”

He groans like he’s in pain.

“But…” My head falls back between my shoulders. “Why…”

His mouth closes over my throat, sucking right where I swallow and making me lose my train of thought.

“Crue,” I pant, my hips bucking faster and faster. “More.”

“God, you’re a fucking brat,” he says, but adds a third finger, filling my pussy so good. “All you had to do was look at me and I would’ve pumped you with my cum correctly. Now look. I gotta do it this way.”

Crue uses the rest of the cum to circle my clit with his palm.

“I’m gonna…”

My hips buck wildly, my rolls only making it halfway through completion.

“Show me how good you’re gonna come on my cock next time we do this and you give me what I want.”

My walls seize up around those fingers as a small scream tears from my throat.

“It’s…” I fall to my back, my chest rapidly rising and falling as I return to earth. “That was…”

“Yeah? Imagine how much better it would’ve been if you’d listened like a good girl,” Crue rasps, somehow sounding just as breathless.

I push at him. “Get off me.” I’m still naked and wet and fucking mad. I should be mad. That was rude. Yes, he eventually finished me off but it’s the principle of it. He stopped right at the best part. And he didn’t even fuck me. Again.

“What’s your problem? I just—”

“You. You’re…” What was that word Kota used to describe her stepbrother? Vexing? No, vexing has an air of thrill to it. Nothing about Crue right now is thrilling. He was a second ago, more than thrilling, but now, he’s purely… “Annoying.”

“Me?I’mannoying?”

“All these stipulations.” I start ticking my fingers. “I can’t fuck anyone else. I can only fuck you. But I can only fuck you if I maintain eye contact the whole time like a fucking serial killer!” My voice hitches on the last three words. “You want me to kiss you. You want me to beg.” Forgetting what number I’m on, I throw my hands up. “What’s the matter with you? Who cares if I prefer to close my eyes?”

“I care! Having your head turned away and your eyes squeezed shut doesn’t seem like you want it.”

“You want to know what I want? I want to fuck whoever I choose to, not just who I’m told to!”

Shit. I shouldn’t have said that.

The door is closed and nobody ever comes down here, but still, I shouldn’t have said it, not even to Crue. Especially not to Crue.

“If I tell you I want something, that should be enough,” I add much quieter.

“It’s not. There’s a difference between consent and enthusiastic consent. I prefer the latter.”

“You’re lucky you have any of my consent at all.”

“Because I’m ‘the help’?” he sneers as he tucks himself back in his pants and zips up.

“No, because I hate you. I hate everything you stand for.”

“The feeling is mutual, little bat.”

I think he meant to say brat, but… Whatever.

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