Page 56 of Pretty Secrets

He stands suddenly. “Where do you want it?”

For a brief moment, I think he means vag, mouth, or ass, but it’s clear when he keeps stroking himself what he really means.

“Where do you want it, Eden? It’s yours.”

No one’s ever come on me before. It seems so…dirty. Wrong.

My pussy begins to clench, and I pull my shoulders back, offering up my breasts. Leo doesn’t hesitate. He strokes himself into a frenzy, slowing just as a line of cum shoots from the tip, hitting me in the chest. I blink, my own body taking over, sending me into an orgasm that hovers and intensifies while more ribbons of cum drip onto my sensitive nipples.

He inspects me, like an artist approving his work. “You should be wearing my cum all the time.”

My fingers still work over my clit, eking out every last ounce of pleasure. “Like a mark?” I ask, breathless.

“Like I own you, Eden Astor.”

The pulse at my neck thrums. Aftershocks spark inside me, and I let out a desperate cry.

He watches me before turning and walking away. The bathroom door closes, and I sit back on the mattress to catch my breath.

I’m not sure what the fuck just happened, but I liked it. Every interaction with Leo is like the sharp prick of a needle and the flood of relief as it pulls away. I want to get close enough to feel the sting, but not stay long enough to become permanently damaged.

I choose not to dwell on why I liked that so much as I grab my shirt, cleaning up after Leo just as the water turns on in the other room.

Discarding my shirt on the floor, I lie down to wait for him, but I pass out before he even finishes his shower.

24

Oliver

Leo keeps staring at Eden’s tits, and I’m dying of jealousy. That’s how this morning is going.

I didn’t hear anything going on from his bedroom last night, but then again, I’m two floors up.

Of course something happened between them. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be ogling her, and she wouldn’t be actively trying to ignore him.

I’ve gotten myself into a real problem. It’s obvious she’s craving the bad guy—the type that will more than likely break her. I’ve whittled myself into a corner where I’m the guy she can cry to. Where I’m the one who makes everything better. I’ve basically placed myself in the friend zone and barricaded myself inside. Nothing I did the other day seemed to help my case. I probably just reinforced it for her; padlocked that shit closed forever.

“Two things are about to happen today,” Alaric finally speaks up. He’s the only one of us not acting out of the ordinary. “One, you’re both going to get your reward for passing the Trial yesterday.”

“Ooh, a reward,” Eden says, rolling her eyes. Like the Knights would be able to give her anything she’d actually want.

“If your reward is cock, you’re rejecting it,” Leo bites out.

“Can I reject a reward?” she asks. “That doesn’t seem like the Knights’ style. Besides, I should be able to accept cock if I want it. Not as if I got any last night.”

Instead of placating me, her words make me stiffen on the barstool in the kitchen. She definitely wanted some from him then. The jealousy cycle starts all over again.

“For vastly different reasons than Leo, I also think you should reject it if it’s in the form of a guy. We can’t trust anyone, remember?”

“No,Ican’t trust anyone,” Eden says. “Including you two.” I clear my throat, and Eden’s face colors. “You were implied in the people I can trust. Besides,” she says, peering back at the other two. “Do they really reward with sex? That sounds so—”

“All the time,” Leo and Alaric answer.

I glare at her, knowing she knows the truth too. We’ve spoken to someone about this already—the cute college girl who was part of the entertainment for the party her sister died at. If they weren’t there for sex, or at the very least, a sexy show, then I don’t know why else they would’ve been invited. Outsiders are too much risk. Like a lawsuit waiting to happen. Their contracts must be airtight.

As if she’s thinking the same, she turns to me, finally meeting my gaze for the first time this morning. My heart squeezes. I’ve got it bad. So fucking bad. I’m angry as hell, but it doesn’t stop the bubbling emotions pouring through me when she looks my way.

I wanted to hold her last night. Wanted to make sure she was safe, being cared for. What happened in the river had to have fucked with her head, and I was the one who was supposed to make her feel better.

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