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“Do what?”
“Fuck him,” he said.
She swayed from tiptoes back onto her heels in response.“Why would you even think I’d want that?”
“Are you entirely positive that you don’t?”
Her eyes narrowed uncertainly, while she strained to keep her attention fixed upon his face.The temptation she felt to look over her shoulder at Rock Giant was unmistakable.“This is insane.”
And that wasn’t a denial.
“I’ll watch,” he said, before the saintly, less sadistic part of him had a chance to have its say.A thrill jolted through his senses as a result, leaving him heated when his arousal ought to have been more diffuse.Sated.He’d recently come, and he was no Xane Geist.He didn’t need to come three times in a row for it to count.But he’d given voice to a side of himself he’d been repressing a long, long time.
Alle’s tongue slicked her lips, leaving them glossy.“This is the reason my brothers ought to have warned me away from you, not any other.You want to watch me with your friend?”She goggled at him, whilst she virtually spat the words.“Why?”
All that venom, the spiny outrage didn’t disguise the truth.Perhaps she’d forgotten she was naked, that he could read her excitement right off her skin.Fear, exhilaration, feverish lust and longing, he knew the signs.Knew them well.
“Because you want me to,” he said.“You want the connection between us.You’re desperate to be fucked, and I’m not going to give in and give that to you, so he’s the best alternative you have.”
“You’re not going to—”
He shook his head.
“It’ll turn me on, Alle, don’t think that it won’t.I like watching.I like watching women splay their legs for other men.”
“You’ve done this before,” she said, tongue thick.“With whoever it was you had a relationship with before.”
“Yes,” he agreed.“Many times.”
“But you used to fuckher.”It wasn’t a question, more a statement she was sort of praying he’d refute.
“Yes, I did.Leastways, sometimes.Denial has always been a powerful tool.”
