Page 40 of Ride Me

“You’re too hard on yourself. I’ve seen your heart. There’s no emptiness or fear there. Just loneliness.”

She looked into Rousseau’s eyes and laid her hand on his chest gratefully. “Thank you, but today is the first time I’ve seen what bravery really looks like.”

Rousseau frowned. “Today?”

“Bravery isn’t a mad woman jumping from the plane without double-checking her chute. It’s the person on the ground, watching and ready to catch her. It’s the person who sticks around, even when it’s hard, to fight for the people they care about. People like Ben. People like you.”

He looked away. “I’m not brave, Allegra. My father forced me to pay for his sins without my knowledge. It’s not like I had a choice.”

She knew better. “Bone Daddy said, ‘He laid his family out like a platter.’ His whole family, not just his son. You offered yourself, didn’t you? To save your mother and sisters from your father’s mistakes? Tell me I’m wrong.”

His expression told her everything she wanted to know. She’d been right. Rousseau had taken the Loa into himself willingly. “That’s what courage is, Rousseau. And I’d bet my last dollar you never shared that truth with the rest of your family. You didn’t even tell Ben the whole story. You carry it every day, and you’d still make the same decision each and every time, if it meant the people you care about would be safe. And that’s why you stayed away from me for so long. To keep me safe.”

His laugh was haggard and bitter. “Yes, I’m a paragon. That writer’s imagination of yours is working overtime to canonize me. If you knew how many women I’ve had? How many men? The Loa isn’t particular, love. He just wants to fuck his way through the human population, and I’ve come along for the ride. I’m not a hero, Allegra. I’m an emptied-out shell.”

Some part of her knew BD was listening, and that he didn’t like Rousseau’s conclusions. Good. He needed some tough love, as far as she was concerned.

She slid her hands up his chest and flicked his nipple piercings, making him shudder. “You’re very hard on yourself, aren’t you? I’ve watched how people treat you. All those willing and eager partners. They don’t see you. They don’t even see him. Not really. But I do. I’m curious. How many of those men and women you’ve had ever stopped to wonder if you were satisfied? How many wanted nothing but to make you come? To make you happy?”

A flash of gold kindled in his eyes, and Allegra sat up straighter. Game time.

Bone Daddy’s smile was all deviance and persuasion. “Why would you worry about something like that, cher? You know how it satisfies me when you scream out in ecstasy. When your body quakes at the touch of my tongue, my fingers. That makes me happy.”

“But none of your lovers have ever given you an orgasm, have they?”

He shrugged lazily. “When you are given a buffet after a lifetime of famine, do you wonder if the person in the line behind you is hungry? Whether or not the chef has eaten? Or do you feast?”

Allegra felt the truth like a punch in the gut. She’d been no better. She’d reveled in the orgasms he’d given her, not realizing until it was pointed out to her that Rousseau hadn’t had the same release. How many women left his side the morning after, thinking they’d had the best sex of their life, never wondering about him again?

“I’m sorry, BD. But I’m on to you now.” She lowered her chest, scraping her hard nipples across the cool metal on his. His smile wavered. “You still want to satisfy me?”

His gaze heated to molten gold. “More than I imagined possible, cher.”

She fought the haze of arousal and remembered pleasure at the feel of his strong, muscular body against hers. “Good. Then this shouldn’t be too hard. No pun intended.”

She smiled. “I won’t be satisfied until I make you come.”

Allegra kissed him, loving the taste and texture of his succulent lips. Rousseau’s lips. Everything about him felt tailor-made for her. Perfect. He’d be impossible to resist without the sexual magic of his Loa. All she could do was hang on and hope that she had the strength to outlast him. That he wanted her enough to give her the chance.

She shifted, dragging her body against him and placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on his neck, his chest, the tense muscles of his stomach.

“Cher, I want to taste you again. Climb up and give me your sweet pussy.”

She chuckled against his hip. “Not now. I’m busy.”

He rattled the handcuffs, his arms bulging as he struggled against bonds she had a feeling he could break at any time. Allegra ignored him, spreading his powerful thighs with her body.

Her mouth watered at the sight of his thick cock. “Have you ever had sex without a condom?”

He snorted. “I’m older than you know, cher, and I’m not stupid. If this body got a disease, it would put an end to my fun. Why do you ask?”

His surprised moan as she took him in her mouth was gratifying. He didn’t need a coating of honey rum, he tasted sweeter than any liqueur all on his own. A guilty pleasure. She could see him becoming her own personal addiction.

Her lips stretched wide to take more of his thick cock in her mouth, eyes watering when he hit the back of her throat. She tried to close her fist around the base of his shaft, but he was so big. She couldn’t believe he’d fit inside her ass.

She shivered.

“You’re imagining me finally claiming you. Set me free, and I will give you what you need.”

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