Page 72 of Emmy's Ride

Yes. I loved it when we came together. I reached between my legs and touched my clit. It was swollen, and I dipped a finger inside and then circled the sensitive bud with all the slippery wetness that had gathered there.

I was on fire from my touch. Moaning, I took him impossibly deeper, sucking with abandon to get us off.

“Let me fuck your face, sweetness. You put both those hands to work on your pussy.”

Yes! That’s what I needed. The hand that had been holding the base of his cock dropped to finger my hole while I rubbed my clit with the other.

Austin’s hands gripped my hair, and he pulled me tight until my nose was pressed against his skin. His cock was so deep down my throat I couldn’t breathe. I looked up at him as tears streamed down my cheeks, but I wouldn’t gag. I fought the need to breathe. I wanted to do this for him. I loved him.

“Good girl,” he praised as he started pumping my head back and forth.

“When I come, you’re going to take it like a good girl. Drink it down like a fine champagne. I want you to lap it all up and don’t waste a drop.”

I sucked him harder to answer. I would be a good girl. I’d take all he had. A burst of wetness coated my fingers.

“Are you ready to come, sweetheart?”

I looked up into Austin’s eyes and tried to smile. I was so close. He reached down and pinched my nipple hard, and I started to fly apart. He fisted my hair again and pressed me against his belly and then pumped one more time before coming down my throat.

I swallowed, contracting my throat, and he gave me even more. My own orgasm washed through me, leaving my legs shaking and my body humming with satisfaction. I swallowed again and then licked him clean before sitting back on my knees.

Breathing hard, I worked to slow my heart. I smiled and tipped my head upward to gaze lovingly at Aust…

The man wearing the lascivious expression above me wasn’t Austin. I blinked. My insides turned to cold, hard hatred.

Javier stood, stretching lazily as if pleased with himself. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I glared at him. “Go to hell.”

He only grinned. “Already there, baby.”

Fear slithered through my veins as Javier’s fingers clamped around my chin, tilting my face up to meet his cruel, amused stare.

“Thanks for the blow job. It was the best I’ve ever had. I’d get some rest if I were you,” he said, his voice silky with mock concern. “Tomorrow is going to be an eventful day. You’ll be performing for the big dogs. No more of the little chihuahuas like you’ve been doing.”

Performing? Big dogs? What the hell did that mean?

I forced my voice to sound steady. “What are you talking about?”

Javier chuckled, the sound dripping with condescension. He brushed his thumb along my jaw as if he were fond of me, as if he had the right to touch me at all.

“Every time those cameras switch on,mi amor, you’re putting on a show for potential buyers. For days, you’ve been fucking yourself for hundreds of men who probably came right along with you,” he explained, his grin widening at my visible recoil. “But tomorrow?Tomorrowis special.Elite.The richest of the rich, the ones with the deepest pockets and the most… exquisite tastes.” His grip tightened just enough to make me flinch. “You’ll put on averygood show for them. And don’t worry—I have somethingextra specialplanned.”

A sickening wave of nausea churned in my stomach. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything but the suffocating reality of his words.

Buyers. Rich men. A performance.

My breath hitched as panic threatened to overtake me, but I refused to let it show. I couldn’t give him that satisfaction. Couldn’t let him see the way my insides felt like they were unraveling thread by thread.

Instead, I forced myself to meet his gaze head-on, even as terror scraped its nails down my spine. “You’re disgusting,” I spat.

Javier only smirked, tilting his head like I entertained him. “Maybe. But what does that makeyou,princesa? You enjoyedwhat we just did. You got off on it. You’re the one who’s about to be sold. And tomorrow, I’ll fuck you in front of more than a hundred perverted men just like me.”

Then he released me, laughing as he strode toward the door.

I barely waited for it to click shut before I stumbled back, pressing myself against the cold wall, trying to control my breathing.

What had I done? How could that have happened?

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