Page 29 of No, You Hang Up

“Why?” I don’t know why that’s what comes out of my mouth, when I should be begging for him not to. I should be pleading, not curious.

Why the hell am I curious?

“Isn’t it obvious?” God, he seems so proud of himself, and I know I’m going to hate the answer. “No matter what you do, anytime you let another guy fuck you, they’ll see it. They’ll have to touch it. You can lie, or cover it, or tell them whatever you want. But you’ll know. And I’ll know.” He presses his palm to my inner thigh, then lifts it to trace letters against my leg.

“You’ll know I marked you here, and that you’remine. No matter who else fucks you, you’ll always be mine.” As I watch, he brings the knife down, and a whimper leaves my throat, though I’m frozen under him.

He follows the motion of his fingers with the blade, tracing anH, then aDafter it. He does it once, then again, and the sharp tip of it presses into my skin hard enough that I’m surprised I don’t see blood.

“Don’t.” The word is out of my mouth as I look up at his face, eyes wide. “Hux, please?—”

“You’re not being very convincing.” But he tosses the blade onto the floor beside my bed, close enough that I could grab it if I had use of my hands. “Don’t ask me why, but there’s something in your face, pretty girl.”

Without warning, Hux shoves two fingers into me, pulling a yelp from my throat. I arch off the bed as much as I can, my arms protesting the stretch while my breath catches in my throat.

“Something that makes me think you’d like it more than you’re willing to admit. Poor thing,” Hux coos. “Should I have been nicer first? Should I have made you suck on my fingers so they were all wet for you, pretty girl? Thing is”—he crooks them inside of me, causing my hips to jerk upward—“you didn’t really need me to, did you?”

His laugh is dark and soft, and it makes everything in me curl with both fear and delight. I shouldn’t like this. I really shouldn’t be so okay with this or with him, but I can’t help the way something in me whines in approval at the way he touches me and the way he talks. It’s certainly not kind. Nothing about him is kind or sweet. But I think that would make it less perfect.

LessHuxley.

“Fuck, I think you get off on this, don’t you, little bunny? You like the idea of me being rough with you. Do the other boys you’ve fucked know that?” There’s something cruel in his words that should bother me. Instead, my stomach twists in excitement.

But when his fingers slow and his thumb comes to rest on my clit, I glare up at him with my body heaving with sharp intakes of air. “I asked you a question.”

“You’re the fucking worst.” But my words don’t make him move his fingers or his thumb. He just sits there between my thighs and grins down at me almost sweetly.

“Yeah, maybe. But I still asked you a question, Kai.” God, his grin makes me want to die. Or commit homicide.

But I also find that without him finger-fucking me until my head spins, I’m more than a little frustrated. I groan softly in my throat, throwing my head back and closing my eyes so I don’t have to look at his cocky-ass grin.

“Yes," I snap at last, thighs flexing around his hips. “Yes, okay?”

“Yes, what?”

God, he’s really going to make me do this, and I am unfortunately going to let him.

Fuck.

He barely twitches his fingers in me, but even that makes my hips arch into him, seeking more, which he doesn’t give me. “Yes,” I snarl.“Yes,I like it when you talk to me like that. I get off on you being rough, on you being mean, on beingyou.”

When he still doesn’t move, I finally open my eyes to look at him, confused. Huxley is staring back at me, a little surprised and looking a bit like an owl as he just…studies my face.

“What?”

“Nothing.” But his grin is slowly coming back, and he slides a third finger into me, crooking them inside of me like a reward as his thumb rubs my clit. “I just thought you liked me being rough with you is all.”

“Isn’t that what I just said?”

“Nah, you also said you like how I talk to you. How I tell you all the terrible things I want to do to you.” He shouldn’t sound so delighted, and it sends a shiver of fear up my spine. “And I think, if I heard you right, you said you even like me.”

Yeah, he’s definitely way too pleased with himself.

“God, you really are a little fucked up, Kai.” He leans over me, and his other hand moves to splay over my ribs, fingers outstretched as he fingers me in earnest. I swear I can hear how wet I am, though I try to ignore it as I stare up at him, my eyes wide.

I can’t say much. Not when his thumb is rubbing relentlessly over my clit, causing me to squirm and writhe and want to beg for more. For anything.

Fuck, I really would beg him for anything and thank him for it after.

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