Page 59 of Coercion

My lips curl. “Every person has deserved it in one way or another.”

Her hand tightens, she looks up at me with those innocent brown eyes. “Would you kill for me?”

I don’t hesitate. I don’t question why she’s even asking. “Yes.”

I can’t tell if that’s what she wants to hear or not. On some level she seems surprised, but she’s also frowning, like she doesn’t quite believe it, like she thinks I’m teasing her.

And then she leans in, kissing me, and I realise I don’t give a shit either way.

My hands tangle in her hair, I pull her down, push her further into the plump pillows as my body engulfs her. I’m not a small man, but Ruby isn’t tiny either, she may be skinny but she’s got long legs, she’s lithe, lean, a perfect fit against me.

And then that voice repeats in my head; that I can’t fuck her, that I can’t have her the way I truly want.

I let out a frustrated growl and she instantly tenses.

“What’s wrong?” She whispers.

“Nothing,” I lie.

She sighs, leaning back, staring up at me, “Don’t you want me?”

Of course I fucking want her. I’ve never wanted anything more than her right now, but in the cold light of day I can’t just ignore my loyalty to Nico, my duty to him.

“Please, Preston. Please.” She says, staring at me like right now I hold the key to her salvation.

I groan, pulling myself off her and stalk out of the room.

When I come back in she looks almost surprised to see me, as If she’d expected me to fuck off out the house and then her eyes drop to the thing in my hand.

This is a mistake, I know it, and yet, it also feels like an answer, a reprieve. She gets what she wants and me, well, I’m not a saint because, if this plays out the way it does in my head, I’ll be more than satisfied with the outcome.

“You want to play, wife,” I say, sounding nothing like the man I am, nothing like someone in control, as I toss the toy at her. “Spread your legs then, put on a show for me.”

Her eyes go so wide, she sits up, holding the vibrator like she doesn’t even know what to do with it and I can see she’s uncomfortable.

I should stop. I should tell her I went too far, and yet I don’t.

Maybe I’m a sick bastard because I like watching her squirm, I like watching her suffer the consequences too, after all, I’ve suffered enough so far, forcing myself to retreat, to hold back, to do everything possible to protect her, while she’s been goading me the entire time.

“Spread your legs.” I repeat more aggressively.

She lets out a gasp, pushing the covers off, and she lays her legs wide enough that I’ve got a perfect view of her pretty little cunt.

“I don’t, I don’t…” She trails off, her face bright red with what could be shame.

Good, the little minx needs to learn what happens when she pushes me, she needs to understand that, while I’ve been treating her more than fairly, I am at my core, a beast, and if she pushes too hard then I will turn around and bite her.

“Don’t what, Ruby?” I ask, already knowing the words she’s going to speak.

She glances down, staring at the bulge in my boxers. “I’ve never used one before, I’ve never done anything like that before.”

And yet she claims she fucked “loads of men”… I knew that was bullshit the day she said it but I’m not letting her off so easily. She wants to pretend, she wants to lie to me, then this is the consequence.

“Then I’ll teach you.” I reply, climbing onto the bed, positioning myself on my knees, between her ankles, close enough to get a fucking fantastic view.

Her cunt is glistening, she’s so pink and flushed that on some level I can see she’s turned on by this, by the prospecting of pleasuring herself under my unwavering gaze.

“Turn it on.” I state.

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