Page 64 of Let Me
“Tell me,” he says quietly, running his tongue along his top lip. “Does my father make you feel like this?”
I freeze.
Still feeling the echoes of that orgasm, I swear I’ve heard him wrong. He keeps his gaze on me, unmoving. But that smile is gone, replaced by something else. Anger.
My pulse quickens.
“What?” I manage to ask. My voice is nearly gone, it’s only a hoarse whisper that comes out.
He lets go of me and stands up. His hands go on either side of me and his eyes are no longer full of lust.
“Does he?” he asks, repeating his question. His eyes slide down my body, and I tug my shirt down. But I’m still naked from the waist down, and the humiliation crashes over me. He’s never seen me like this.
I should have known better.
I don’t know what he wants with me, but it isn’t this.
Not anymore.
I squat down to grab the rest of my clothes.
He catches my wrist and pulls me up, his eyes on mine. “I asked you a question, Riley.”
I shake my head. “What do you want from me?” I whisper, my face burning. I bite my lip, determined not to cry. I won’t cry. I don’t cry.
“I want the truth. You’ve fed me so many lies, Riley, that it shouldn’t kill you to tell me the truth. Just this once. Answer the question.” He lets go of my wrist and tips my chin up, holding my gaze.
Then I hear something upstairs. It sounds like footsteps.
Caden’s eyes darken, but he doesn’t otherwise seem concerned.
“I swear to God, Caden, if that woman is here—”
He smirks, cocks his head, his gaze predatory. “Would you like that? Or are you too…” his finger trails down my jaw, “selfish for that?”
I clench my thighs together, shaking my head as the footsteps get louder. “No,” I whisper. “No.”
He raises his brows, and he looks almost devilish. “Oh,” he croons, “youwouldn’tlike to share me with anyone else? It seems only fair, all this time I’ve shared you.”
Whoever it is comes down the stairs.
Caden turns his head from me. “Did you hear that, Benji? She doesn’t want to share me.” He laughs, cold and cruel, and the hair on the nape of my neck stands on end.
Benji.
Benji comes down the steps, into view, and his eyes snake over me. Caden doesn’t move, doesn’t take his eyes off of Benji’s.
I reach down again, and this time, Caden doesn’t stop me.
When I do the buckle on my pants, Benji steps closer, his arms folded over his chest, until he’s side-by-side with Caden. Caden lowers his arms from the wall around my head.
Benji is taller, by nearly nothing. Staring at both of them, I feel genuine fear creep into my gut.
But Benji doesn’t say anything at all. Instead, he walks around us, and sits down in the couch in front of the television. He grabs a remote from between the theater seats and flips something on. I look from him to Caden, confused.
“What the fuck was this all about?” I ask.
Caden bites out a bitter laugh. “You tell me, love,” he says. He’s never called me that. Not once. It unnerves me. “Is this your kink?” he continues. “Do you like to fuck entire families?”
