Page 10 of Brutal Sin

He was listening.

Finally, someone was listening. Not to her words, but toher.

Pressure slid over her clit, his thumb, the tight press holding the bundle of nerves hostage. A gasp escaped her, and he raised a checkmate brow in response.

Damn him.She turned away, closed her eyes, and rested her forehead against the locker.

His other hand trailed a path around her body, starting at her hip. He drifted over her stomach, through her cleavage, along her sternum to the base of her throat.

Her skin erupted in goose bumps; her lungs tightened. She tilted her head back, offering herself to his mercy. But he didn’t take it. He didn’t encase her throat in his grip as she wished. Instead, he wove his hand around her neck and fisted her ponytail, pulling tight.

She whimpered.

This man wasn’t merely reading her cues and responding, he was taking them a step further. Pushing her. Giving her something she didn’t expect.

“Talk tome.”

He refused. The only sound came from the upstairs door opening, the blast of dance music filtering in, before an abrupt disconnect. Footfalls and light chatter echoed forth as he pleasured her. People were approaching, and he showed no intent tostop.

“Whoa.” A man’s voice carried from the door. “Now this is what I call a proper greeting.”

A woman laughed, friendly and light.

Bryan didn’t falter. Didn’t even pause. He kept her hair in his grip, his finger still teasing her pussy. “Evening,” he drawled in greeting. “Look, honey, we’ve got visitors.”

She groaned at the gift of his voice.

Could he tell she enjoyed an audience? She didn’t know how or why, but this man had already learned so much abouther.

“I saidlook.”

Her nipples tingled at his command, and she sucked in a breath to counteract the shock. His words made her sizzle. No. She had to keep reminding herself it wasn’t the words, it was the conviction in his tone. The pure authority. He spoke with no fear of her rejection. He issued directives he knew she wanted to follow.

“Come on now,” he purred. “Playnice.”

She whimpered and opened her eyes to see the couple standing a few feet away. The middle-aged woman bit her lip as she nestled close to her companion with a mammoth-sized erection tenting his pants.

Oh, sweet heavens.

Her pussy fluttered, her core clamped down. She panted, no longer capable of speech. The man stared at her, his gaze intent, his appreciation clear while Bryan’s lone finger continued to torment her pussy entrance.

“Say hello.” There was another tug to her hair, the slight pinch only increasing her pleasure. “Don’t beshy.”

She moaned and refused with a shake of herhead.

Bryan’s breathy snicker caused a shudder to flow down her spine. He was loving this, thriving on her defiance.

“Now you’re just being rude.” His beard grazed the skin of her shoulder, and he tilted her head higher.

“Fuck you,” she muttered under her breath.

Fuckme.

Fuck everything.

She became mindless with the hunger for penetration. All she needed was…something. Anything.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He ground his cock into her ass and sank his finger deep into her heat. “You’d fucking love it. Coming all over my dick. Milking me with this tight pussy.”

---