Page 52 of Unorthodox
And with her father’s words about her uncle…well, I’d be willing to bet our childhoods weren’t so different.
My hand goes to her ass, squeezing her, and her eyes flutter closed as she groans against my finger. We’ve played this game before.
After her training with Ben.
But never quite like this. Never this close. And never with her completely sober.
“Do you want to come, baby girl?”
Her eyes fly open, her lips parting, the suction gone from my finger. She jerks her head back, off of me. “No, we can’t—”
“No?”
I watch her swallow as I trail my finger down the column of her throat, to the center of her chest. “I don’t—”
“Has anyone ever made you come before, Addison?”
Her face flushes pink, and she looks down between us, uncomfortable. “Max, I don’t think we should—”
“Answer me and look at me when you do.” My fingers trail back up her throat, and I close them around her.
She bites her lip as she meets my gaze. “Yes,” she whispers, the slight flush of her face growing darker.
“Oh? Did you do it to yourself? Or did someone else touch you?”
Her eyes narrow and she opens her mouth to say something stupid. I squeeze her throat in warning, to stop her.
Quickly, she closes her mouth.Such a good girl.
“Try again, beautiful girl.”
“I did,” she whispers. “And…someone else.”
“Say their name.”
She closes her eyes, wanting to be anywhere but here. “Max, I don’t want to—”
I press my thumb against her windpipe, stopping her pointless deflection. “Answer the goddamn question, or this is going to end badly for you.”
She keeps her eyes closed. Silence stretches between us for a long moment. “Fernando, my father’s guard.” She takes a breath, and my chest tightens, knowing she isn’t done. “A-another guard, I don’t remember his name.” Her face flushes a deeper shade of red, but she doesn’t speak for long seconds, and I assume she’s given me all she will for now.
I jerk her toward me, my brow to hers, and her eyes fly open in surprise, like she’s worried she’s in trouble. “How did they touch you?”
“Max,” she pleads with me, “please don’t make me say it.” Her bottom lip is quivering, her skin hot beneath my fingers.
“You’re not in trouble,” I assure her. “But I’d really hate to ask you again.”
“With their…mouths,” she says, her voice barely audible. “Their f-fingers.” She doesn’t say anything else.
My grip tightens on her throat as her eyes widen. “Fuck Fernando. Fuck the one that wasn’t good enough for you to remember his name.” I drag my mouth over hers and she whimpers softly against my lips. “Don’t you dare fucking think about either of them while you’re in my lap, do you understand?”
She nods quickly and I run my tongue over her mouth.
“Good girl.” I bring my hand up from her throat, push my thumb back into her mouth
I think about breaking these guys’ necks but push the thought aside. Right now, this is about her.
And she’s not the only one who was taught to please with sex. Even though I shouldn’t, I feel bad for what Ben did to her. She obeyed him, and he still hurt her.
