Page 34 of Ride Me

He lifted his head, his full lips shining with the evidence of her pleasure. His upper lip curled, snarled as he pushed away from her, standing to step back from the bed. Every muscle in his body was tensed and his hands were fists at his sides.

Was Rousseau struggling for control? As she recovered from the most intense climax of her life, he paced restlessly. She noticed Ben leaning against the wall, his eyes never leaving his friend.

She’d wondered how it felt for the Loa, but what must this be like for Rousseau? To have his choice taken away while someone else enjoyed something he wanted. How had it happened? Why? And what did his father have to do with it?

Golden eyes turned her way. “The only trouble with honesty is how inconvenient it can be. No lies, isn’t that what you said, cher? Benjamin, take off your clothes now and get on the bed. I will tell you both a bedtime story.”

Allegra bit her lip, wondering if he was punishing himself by including Ben in this. It was clear he wasn’t enjoying the idea.

He gripped his cock as he watched Ben obey, coming to sit behind a nervous Allegra. She wanted to turn around, to study Ben’s bare body the way he’d studied hers, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from Rousseau.

He tightened his fist around his erection, knowing he had a captive audience. “Once upon a time, there was a man who wanted to fuck. He didn’t want to fuck his adoring wife, the mother of his three children. He didn’t want to fuck the lovely little piece he already had on the side. No. He wanted to fuck a woman who didn’t want him or trust him. A woman who was not swayed by his charm or outward appearance, but saw him for exactly what he was.”

He stepped closer to the bed, and Allegra couldn’t help but lower her eyes. The way he was touching himself ensnared her. She wanted to touch him like that. She heard him speak again and fought to focus on his words, knowing they were important.

“He was a practitioner of voodoo, this fucking man. More faithful to it than he’d ever been to any woman. He should have known better, but he asked the spirits for help. He wanted to force the object of his desire to love him. He wanted her to want him more than she wanted to live.”

Ben’s hand slid protectively over her back as he listened. “I thought that was taboo. A Loa can’t make someone do what they don’t want to do.”

Rousseau’s lush lips quirked. “Can and should, Benjamin. Two very different words. We can do anything. But most Loa wouldn’t poke a request like that with a stick. Most would turn their backs in disgust and never acknowledge the priest again.”

Allegra was beginning to understand. “Except for you.”

He shrugged. “I am too soft-hearted. He was a desperate man and being the occasionally impulsive creature that I am, I didn’t see the entire picture until after I’d agreed. And what he was offering in return was impossible to resist.” His fist tightened around his cock, and he thrust into his own hand with a groan.

“He offered you his son’s body.” Ben sounded disgusted. She’d like a few minutes alone with Rousseau’s father herself. “And he died before he could fix it.”

The laugh was distinctly Bone Daddy’s. It gave Allegra a sensual shiver. “As if he would. He laid his family out on a platter for my sampling pleasure, so I gave him what he asked for. The woman loved him well that night. Loved him as though she would die without him inside her. The next morning they found them both dead in the hotel room, she with the gun still in her hand. Seems after all he went through to get his true love, the damn fool refused to leave his wife for her. His reputation, what there was of it, was too important.”

“How could he barter with other people’s lives like that? His family’s lives?”

He lifted a hand to Allegra’s forehead, pushing a strawberry curl out of her eyes. It was gentle, totally at odds with the ugly story he’d just dropped in their laps. “Don’t be sad, cher. Sadness doesn’t feed me. It isn’t the way to get rid of me either.”

Something in his tone put Allegra on alert. If sadness wasn’t the way, that meant there had to be another. A way to get Rousseau out of his father’s debt and a way to satisfy Bone Daddy. Just like the old man had said.

A shadow of surprise crossed his face, and then his smile widened. “No more stories. You’ve had enough time to recover, cher. Are you ready for round two?”

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