Page 68 of My Brother's Best Men
“On the contrary, princess. I said what happened betweenuswouldn’t happen again.”
I feel heat rising in me like a volcano.
Benny smirks. “You can leave. Door’s right there.”
I look from him to my open suitcase, then back at him.
“How much did you see?” I ask, because I need to know.
I just…need to know.
“Saw Matthew finally got his cock sucked,” he says with a shrug. “Saw him make you come. Twice. Gotta say I’m kinda proud of the kid, but…” His gaze holds me steady. “No one makes you come but me.”
I scoff, turning around. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You think you can just…make me come like that, with your pussy clenched around my fucking fingers, and I’ll just let you go?” He chuckles darkly. “Oh, kitten, you got a lot to learn about obedience and I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”
“I’m not obeying shit,” I say. “You don’t control me, Benny. You never did, you?—”
He slides his fingers across his piercing, picking his fingers up to show the sticky trail of precum as he lets out another chuckle. “You’re a terrible liar, Sophia.”
I turn around, because I can’t do this right now. I can’t do this with him, I can’t?—
“Where do you think you’re going, little kitten?” he purrs, his voice smooth and warm and making my insides flutter.
“You said?—”
I feel him before I see him. His aura is heavy, thick, and he smells like campfires and sex.
It’s a heady cocktail.
“You running to Matty? Or are you going to tattle on me to Eli? Tell him how bad I’ve been?” He leans into my space, pushing me back against the wall. “Get him all pissed off?”
“What do you care what I do? Huh?” I snap. “Just because we had a…moment of weakness…doesn’t mean you own me.”
I say the words but they don’t have any weight. They’re flimsy and hopeless and we both know it. Because as far as I’m concerned, Benny has always owned me. Since that very first time I touched myself. I’ve just never admitted that to anyone and I’m not about to admit it tohimof all people.
I know better than to give him that kind of power over me. Something tells me it wouldn’t end well.
Or maybe that’s what’s so appealing…
Because on some deeper level, I know Benny would absolutely wreck me.
“I saw you with Eli too. Kissing him. Running your hands all over him. You want him too, don’t you?”
My back hits the wall as he leans in closer to me. So close I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin and it makes my skin prickle with goose bumps. So close I can smell the faint scent of hotel soap and that crisp, masculine scent that is all him.
Without thinking, I suck in a breath, letting the scent of him fill my lungs. God, he’s so fucking hot. My emotions are going as haywire as my damn insides.
I meet his gaze, but I’m fully aware of his hand on his cock. He’s still stroking himself.
I tense as I hold his gaze defiantly. “You think I’m just going to tell you?” I say. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“I have ways to make you talk,” he says, using one hand to push up my dress. He looks down, and I feel his thumb brush over my bare mound, sending a shiver through my body.
“Oh, right, Matty got rid of those, didn’t he?” He smiles devilishly.
I know I could push him away, and part of me thinks I should. But there’s another part of me that wants to see how far I can pushhim.
