Page 46 of Pretty Secrets

Leo sighs beside me, and the seat dips as he moves closer. “I wish I’d hit him harder now.”

“Ha,” I practically snort. “Next time.”

“He’s right about one thing, though,” he murmurs, lowering his voice. His breath hits my hair, making goosebumps spread over my scalp. “Don’t trust anybody.”

I shiver. “Even you?”

“Especially me, Little Astor.” His overwhelming presence looms larger. “The only thing you can trust me to do is ruin you.” He moves in closer, his lips brushing against the fabric of the blindfold just over my ear. “Understand?”

I swallow, a heat burning between my legs with just those few words. What I understand is that he thinks I’m a toy to be played with. “Maybe you and Keegan are a lot alike.”

He chuckles, the low sound making my belly flip. “Because I’m a bastard who thinks you should get on your knees for me?”

“Do you?” I ask, voice wavering.

“You know the answer to that, and you like it. You may have a blindfold on, but I see the heat in your cheeks, your clenched jaw.” He draws his finger down the line of my chin to my throat. My pulse jumps underneath his touch. In a bus full of other people, it feels like it’s just us. “I bet you’re thinking of me.” His guttural tone makes me swallow. “How I forced you to your knees. My dick piercing…”

Fuck, that did it. My pussy constricts like it’s dying of thirst. I can’t help that I’m innately curious about what that might feel like.

A piece of fabric plops onto my lap. I tense for a brief moment, but Leo’s in my ear again. “It’s just my sweatshirt. Unless you want the whole bus to see me check if you’re wet for me?”

My jaw slacks. My heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest as his hand sneaks under the makeshift cover. “What if I don’t want you to?” I ask, trying to keep some semblance of control. Right now, I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to. My knees fall apart as he drags his palm up my thigh.

“Don’t lie to yourself. It’s unflattering.”

I reach out, finding his leg and moving my hand up to cup his very thick, hard cock, right through his jeans. “As long as you don’t lie to yourself either.” He immediately switches positions, angling his hips toward me.

“The difference between us is that I’d let you jerk me off right here with little care to who watched. You’d be shy about it in the morning, though. Second thoughts. Regrets. But I am who I am, Little Astor. If you want to play, I won’t stop you. Hell, I’ll make it easier on you.” He reaches the apex of my thighs and drags a finger down the seam. “I’ll unzip my pants.”

My whole body is ablaze. In a way, I’d love to be the girl who would fuck him right here, not caring if people watched. It would be the ultimate freedom of choice.

But it’s everyone else’s opinions that make it not worth it. I can hear the shaming tomorrow. Slut. Sloppy. Unclassy. Everything someone from my world shouldn’t be.

And maybe the biggest reason not to: I can see it being a reason why the Knights wouldn’t take me.

Leo traces his thumb up and down my seam again. I freeze, but he’s back in my ear. “No one’s watching. I promise.”

“I can’t trust you.” Despite my words, I squeeze his cock.

“You’ll have to.”

He unzips my pants, hand sneaking down to rest the pads of his fingers on the crotch of my panties—my currently soaked panties.

“I knew it,” he breathes. “Wet for me.”

He leans into my shoulder, rearranging his body so that he can casually circle my clit with the pad of his finger. I doubt the sweatshirt is even moving that much. Now, if I can just keep the moans that want to escape inside. Deep, deep inside. Not just for the sake of my reputation, but so that Leo’s head doesn’t get bigger than it already is.

My fingers curl into his package with the influx of pleasure. I pull up every restraining cell in my body to keep from moving with him. I just take it, like a puppet on strings.

“Damn, Astor. You make me want to see what you would be like without all the restraints. I bet I can make you scream.”

My breasts are so tight with anticipation. They ache like crazy, screaming for attention. I pull the sweatshirt over my chest, hiding my own hands as I squeeze my tits. My jaw drops in pleasure, but I hold back the cry. Rubbing them over the layers of fabric isn’t enough, though. I reach my hands under, maneuvering my bra out of the way as I pinch my nipples and stroke.

“Fuck,” Leo bites out. “You’re always surprising me.”

“I need—”

“I know what you need.”

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