Page 92 of Injustice and Absolution

“You heard me,” he says with nonchalance, as though he asked me to give the guy a tissue.

“Drew, stop. That’s not funny,” I warn him. Surely this is a bad joke.

But his fingers dip inside of me and whip around, easily drawing more moisture as my desire has barely faded from a moment ago.

I throw my head back as a moan forces its way through my lips.

“Look at you. You can’t tell me the idea of giving me what I want doesn’t turn you on...”

The moment I feel the unmistakable buzz of a forming orgasm, Drew stills his fingers and withdraws them from me. Inserting them into his mouth, he sucks my arousal from them.

“I’ll give you what you need after you fulfill this fantasy for me, naughty girl.”

I shake my head, but I don’t know what to say. I’m flabbergasted and can’t believe he’s even suggesting this after what happened last week.

“Drew,” I pant, my ruined orgasm plaguing me. “I don’t understand how this is any different from seeing me with Royce. If anything, it’s worse. You were so furious with me last time. I don’t want to make you angry again.” I plead with him to see reason, to not make me do this.

Drew’s face goes lax, and all motion stops for the slightest beat. Then he bares his teeth to me with cold eyes before growling and moving away from me. He crosses his office, stopping before he gets to the door.

I quickly sit up and scoot off the desk. Facing him, my breath quickens, and my heart nearly beats out of my chest. He turns, and the rage in his eyes could burn my skin.

“You dare to bring him up to me? To remind me of the look I saw in your eyes as he touched you? As he cradled your head in his hands?” Lips snarled and fists clenched, Drew looks more like a savage beast than a man.

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to understand. Please, I didn’t mean to bring it up again.” I hold my shaky hands out in front of me as I try to explain my reasoning to him.

He closes his eyes as though trying to contain his anger.

“It’s different, Delilah, because this is justfantasy. What happened between you andRoyce,” he shouts his name, punctuating his anger further, “was real.”

“Okay,” I nod, letting him know I understand. But in fact, I don’t understand. I will never understand.

“Fuck this,” he spits. “You told me I could open up to you, but you lied to me, again—”

“No, Drew I—” I interject, but he keeps going.

“You take my most intimate desires and use them to make me feel ashamed.”

“I would never do that on purpose.” I quickly close the gap between us, a knife in my heart, knowing I hurt him like this again. “I’m so sorry, Drew.”

I reach for him, but he pulls away and shields his face from me. The biting sting of rejection burns my heart from the inside out. But do I even have a right to feel this way when I was the one who stung him first?

“Please, let me make it right,” I offer. “I’ll do what you want. I’ll act out your fantasy.”

Finally, he looks at me, and my chest aches at the hurt on his face. I don’t know what to do to pull him out of it other than the only thing I can think of. It’s an act of desperation that I’ve used in my life several times. It’s degrading, but it’s effective.

And I’m desperate.

“Please...” I soften my eyes and jut my lower lip out slightly. Running my finger down his chest, I lower myself to the ground before him, my hands finding the button of his pants. “Let me do this for you, Drew.”

As I get his zipper down, but before I pull his dick out, he reaches for my hands and tugs me to my feet. Anguish pooling deep in his eyes.

“I would never question one of your fantasies, Delilah.” He stares at his hand as it caresses my forearm instead of looking at me as he speaks. But at least he’s talking.

“I’m sorry,” I hold his face between my hands and turn his attention to me.

“I’m not really in the mood anymore. I’ll tell him he can go, and then we’ll get out of here.

“No, Drew...” I force a pant as I lower my eyelids in a desperate attempt to appear turned on.

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