Page 6 of The Tenth Circle
Oh, I’d bet my last penny this jerk would be at the top of any deity’s naughty list.
“I don’t need to ask, dipshit, I can already tell.”
“Ask me anyway,” he taunts. “I dare you.” With a single step forward, he keeps going. “Ask me if I spend my nights drowning in so much pussy it can make the filthiest motherfuckers’ cheeks turn red.”
I swallow, unable to speak because of how convincing this guy is. And to be honest, I don’t think he’s looking for an actual response. Just a reaction.
And I refuse to give him one.
Other than moving back when he steps out of the light.
“Oh, don’t get shy on me, now.” His voice grows colder as I feel him get closer. “Come out of the shadows and ask me if I’d like to shove my cock so far inside that sassy mouth of yours it leaves you choking on your words. Specifically the ones you used to try to insult me.”
My mouth opens and closes like a fish, so confused with how we got here I don’t even remember why I showed up in the first place.
“Ask. Me. If. I. Am,” he demands when I hit a wall, his body so close to mine I smell the remnants of feminine perfume on him.
I don’t know why I wish I could see who he is through the darkness. Examine how his face changes with his mood. Know his name and what he’s thinking about right now as he terrifies me. Begins touching me.
A finger down my neck, along my shoulder, even dropping to the line of my camisole, threatening my cleavage before following through with a squeeze.
I follow through with a hitched breath we both can hear but he ignores.
“Mm…” he hums as his hand tightens around me, and I slap it away, along with my distorted inhibitions.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch me again.”
“You sure? ’Cause dares that end in touching are always the most fun.” Challenge mingles in his response, acting as a segue into what I say next.
“Then go and touch your damn self and leave me out of it.”
I try to escape once again, but once again he intercepts my advance. This time with an arm as his palm slaps against the wall.
“But you want me to touch you, don’t you?”
My lip twitches in frustration. With both him and myself. “Not even a bit.”
He chuckles. “Then youdefinitelywon’t like this.”
I jump when his other hand squeezes my waist, lingering there before snaking down the length of my hips. Its counterpart follows right after.
I feel his entire body sinking too, his breath taking over to keep the surface of my skin warm.
“Wha-what are you doing?” I stutter, all confidence out the window as this absolute stranger settles on his knees.
“Helping you decide.”
“Decide wha?—?”
The question gets cut off by him sliding his hand between my thighs, forcing a helpless whine to escape my lips. One that turns desperate when he begins rubbing my pussy through my jeans.
Oh, what a cruel torture tactic.
Especially since it’s obvious I want more of this.
“Decide what?” I manage before he pinches the sensitive area, raising my arousal level somewhere between manic and panic and highly combustible.
My heart’s ready to jump from my chest when the sound of low shushes pulls it back into its cage.
