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‘Why? Is Harriet coming back to suck my dick?’
Within a breath he was on me, his hand around my throat as he pressed me harshly against the bars, pinning me roughly. Pain gripped my throat while he drew his face close to mine. ‘If you ever talk about her like that again, I’ll skin you alive, you piece of shit.’
Up close, he smelled of a fresh, almost citrus aftershave. Clean and so far from the damp smell of my stone-floored cell. He narrowed his deep brown eyes, hatred filling them.
‘Kill me,’ I whispered.
‘I can’t,’ he replied through his teeth, his body pressing against mine. The heat from his muscled thighs sent me back into a spiral of lust. Unbidden, my cock thickened against his leg. With his hand still wrapped around my throat, I closed my eyes.
‘Taste her,’ I said. ‘She’s still all over my mouth. Take from me what she won’t give you.’
His intake of breath was audible, and when I opened my eyes, his face warred with a mixture of disgust and desire. Not for me, I didn’t think, but for Harriet. Taking a chance, I put pressure against his hand with my neck until our lips were millimetres apart.
‘Can you smell her?’
Petros’ eyes closed as he inhaled deeply.
‘Fuck,’ he groaned.
‘Take what you need,’ I whispered.
‘Why?’
‘Why not? How long have you craved her? Lusted for her? Loved her?’ His heat encompassed me with our nearness, and my brain fogged from my mission to distract him. Fogged with the familiar drag of my addiction to lust.
Petros’ breath swept over my lips as he stared at me intently. His gaze dropped to my mouth as he leaned in a fraction, enough to make me confident he wanted to taste her. Closing the space between us, I captured his mouth with mine, my eyes closing as his body stiffened against my touch. We stayed there, frozen, for a few moments before his mouth opened, his tongue licking over my lower lip.
His moan lit a fire within me. Crushing into his lips further, I kissed him fervently as he lost himself in trying to take every ounce of her from me. Citrus filled my nostrils, mingling with the scent of her, while I grew drunk on every firm stroke of his tongue.
Breaking the devouring of my face, he mumbled against my lips, ‘I love her.’
‘I know,’ I responded, arching my leg between his thighs, finding him just as hard as I.
Clarity seemed to hit him like a freight train as the skim of his dick. Dropping his hand from my throat, he took a few steps back, looking mortified at his actions.
‘Petros, let me help. I can help you win her over if you help convince her to let me go.’
Redness seeped into his cheeks, and he ran his hand through his hair, that impassive mask settling back over his face. ‘Clean yourself up. All of you. You have five minutes, or you’ll go hungry and thirsty again today.’
He didn’t look at me for the duration of the time I cleaned myself with the cold water. Nor when he locked me back in and tossed some prepackaged food through the bars along with a bottle of water. I ate in silence, shame wrapping around me at the rejection. It was crazy—he was one of the people holding me captive. But it didn’t make it hurt any less. The lack of real human contact was beginning to make me ache.
Despite the hurt, I was still rock solid when he attached my wrists back to the bars. Humiliation washed over me at the fact I couldn’t even deal with my own cock. Harriet was right, I was nothing but a sick freak because even that humiliation only made my erection harder.
THIRTEEN
PETROS
The sound of my footsteps echoing through the old stone tunnels clashed with the intense buzzing in my ears. What the fuck had just happened? How had I let him goad me like that? I’d underestimated what a wily fucker Alfie was. Walking in and seeing the glow on Harriet’s face after taking her pleasure from him had left me filled with a palpable rage. I’d been tempted to cut his motherfucking tongue out to stop it ever happening again.
But up close. I could smell her on him. It was like her scent possessed me, and the offer of a taste of it, even second-hand, was intoxicating. Taking the taste of her from another man was humiliating, yet I couldn’t deny that I’d been as hard as Alfie had. I’d never felt compelled to kiss a man before, but neither could I deny that his kiss possessed a skill that had rendered my brain a foggy mess.
Cold air wrapped around me as I neared our rooms. Could I face her knowing what I’d just done? What she’d done? The idea to use sex to taunt him had been madcap enough when she’d suggested it, but I’d relented thinking it would be us taunting him together. For her to be the one using him alone felt like being split open as brutally as Westley had been. How could I deal with it?
Harriet was sitting on the old, tatty sofa as I entered our main living space, and she jumped up, that glow still filling her cheeks. Jealousy stormed up inside me, and it took everything I had to try and temper it down.
‘Oh my God! Did you see Alfie? It worked. He’s going to go mad if he can’t find relief.’
‘Mmm,’ I responded, making my way to the fridge and grabbing a beer. It opened with a satisfying hiss as I knocked it on the edge of the counter. The bubbles hit my tongue, and I closed my eyes to avoid looking at her beautiful, excited face.
