Page 94 of Monster's Edge

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

I can do that. I can show off for my new husband. If that’s what he wants, then I’ll do it. I’ll give him anything he fucking wants if it means he keeps talking dirty to me. Hopefully, he’ll also approve my job request because I’d love to be able to leave the house every day and feel like I’mdoingsomething with my life.

If he locks me up and just fucks me until I die, though, that might work out okay, as well.

I move to the bench across from his so that we’re facing each other. Ian is sitting with his legs spread leisurely in the limo. We don’t have much time until we’re back at the mansion, so I have to make this fast.

“Come on, little girl,” he growls. “Show me what you can do.”

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Ispread my legs andstart sliding my dress up until it rests on top of my thighs. Moving my legs just a little farther apart, I know he can see the soft, glistening folds of my cunt. I’m wet for him. No, I’m completelysoaked, and I know that he can see me clearly.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and he starts to pull his cock out of his pants. I want to saygood boybut I feel like that will upset him, so I don’t. Instead, I start touching myself as I watch him. Then he starts stroking his cock, too.

Ian likes to watch. He might be a monster, but he’s a veryvisualmonster, and he likes to play with his prey before he kills it. He’s not going to let me get by with anything simple or easy when it comes to this interaction we’re sharing.

He wants to watch me tease my pussy, so I’m going to give him a show to remember.

When we’re back at the house, we’ll be around people. We’ll have to schmooze and suck up and talk to people. I’ll have to act like I don’t know why my dad is there. I don’t know if people realize he’s dead or not. Probably, they all know. I doubt anyone will even bring him up.

In a world like ours, you don’t bring up the people you lose. There’s no point. All it does is upset people, so I have a feeling that there will be a deep-rooted silence instead of condolences or inquisitions. Good. The less I have to think about my past, the better.

Right now, all I want to think about is the future.

All I want to think about is him.

All I want to think about the fact that I’m jealous of Ian’s hand.

He’s stroking his cock hard and fast like he wants to come desperately. His eyes are dilated and I know he’s just as turned on by this as I am. Of course, at this point, it’s not just the fact that we’re fooling around in the backseat of a car that’s turning us on. It’s the fact that anyone driving by could see. It’s the fact that we’re sitting apart, so we aren’t touching. It’s all of these things rolled into one.

And oh, I want that dick in me.

Ian seems to realize that I want him because a smile slides across his face.

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