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‘I still hate you.’
‘I know. I understand that.’
God dammit. Why the fuck was he spilling all this shit at me? I narrowed my eyes at him. Was it a manipulation tactic? Was it even true, or was I just being a gullible idiot?
Petros came into the room, and I turned to face him, shoving down all the tumultuous emotions Alfie had dredged up. Pulling myself up straighter, I let the years of hurt settle back onto my shoulders, feeding into the hatred I felt for Alfie. He might have had a shitty dad, but he’d used me, and it had sent me into a world of pain and humiliation. It had dragged me from my happy life, and it would never have happened if that woman hadn’t been searching for someone for Alfie.
‘Did you see the news?’ Petros asked.
‘No, why?’
‘Seems your muffins did the trick. His body was found this morning.’
I didn’t even try to hide the grin that coated my face. ‘I hope he suffered.’
Petros sat down on the sofa beside me and passed his phone to me. The article was sparse, saying that he’d been found dead but nothing more at the moment. A rush of satisfaction filled me. Another fucker who could never hurt anyone again.
Sitting up straighter, I leaned into Petros, my lips practically grazing his ear as I dropped my voice low. ‘Follow my lead.’
Standing, I draped my legs over Petros, straddling him on the sofa with Alfie off to my right. My hair fell over my face as I pressed my body against Petros’ chest.
‘Are you sure?’ he said as I ran a hand over his jaw.
‘He’s unravelling already. A few days of tension, and he’ll be ready to spill everything.’
Petros’ tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he glanced to the side, a small frown turning his lips. My stomach rolled as shame bit at me. Of course, this would be hard on him, he didn’t see me as a normal sexual being. He saw me as damaged. Something that needed protection. What was I thinking?
Right as I made the decision to climb off him, his fingers skated up my spine, pulling me to him. His lips scraped my throat, and I smiled. At least he could play the game well enough.
God, his mouth felt good against my throat. I rocked against him and let out an overly loud moan to taunt Alfie. Petros kissed his way down my neck, his touches almost reverent. I’d have thought he’d have played it a little rougher to torture Alfie more, but I let him get on with it as I acted up a storm in his lap. My skirt hitched up around my thighs, and Petros’ fingers traced their way up the exposed flesh. Stealing a glance at Alfie through my hair, he lay perfectly still, his piercings clearly evident on the erection he sported.
Perfect.
Warmth filled me as Petros kissed his way along my jaw, getting far too close to my mouth for comfort. Kissing wasn’t on the table. It was one thing to use my body to elicit information, but no real intimacy. Not with a man who knew how broken I was, and who I’d have to face every day.
Pivoting in his lap, I straddled him in reverse, angling my body towards Alfie. Using my hand, I directed Petros’ fingers beneath my skirt, pulling my panties off in the process. Tossing them to the floor, I spread myself as his fingers slid against my clit. A tremor quaked through me at the soft touch. It would be a lie if I hadn’t thought of this moment before, of Petros taking me in his arms and touching me. In the middle of my time with my last abuser, I’d often gone into my head and imagined it was he who was using me to make it more bearable. In my head, he’d done a thousand unspeakable things to me. I’d had notions of him and me running off together so many times during my captivity, but when it had finally happened, he’d never shown any interest in a physical relationship.
The way his fingers swept over me brought a moan tumbling from my lips, the strokes of his fingers were slow and tender. I needed more. Despite the pain I’d suffered in the past, I still craved it. Craved someone being rough with me. Craved the pain and humiliation. Petros wasn’t that man. He needed a partner who wasn’t fucked in the head. Who didn’t dream about being pinned and choked when she slid her fingers beneath the covers at night. Someone who was sweet and lovely. Who didn’t gut men for a living.
Glancing up, I met Alfie’s eyes. They burned into me. The head of his cock was practically purple as he worked it against the air in desperation. It made my insides quiver. Petros pushed two fingers inside me, audibly squelching with how wet I’d become. Being watched felt forbidden. Dirty. Having a man caged and forced to watch me seek my pleasure with another, and be so physically hard because of his torment, had my thighs trembling.
Rocking my hips, I felt Petros growing hard against me which only made me chase the high faster. I panted, the intensity growing between my thighs. Reaching down, I pressed Petros’ palm against my clit, grinding myself against him while keeping my eyes on Alfie.
‘Please?’ He mouthed at me, the muscles in his tattooed arms straining against the metal cuffs that held him.
His desperation tipped me over the edge as I clamped down onto Petros’ fingers while his other arm wrapped about my waist.
‘Holy shit,’ I moaned as he pistoned his fingers inside me, my cheeks heating as Alfie groaned across the room from us. He’d tipped his body and was grinding the tip of his cock against the metal bars. It was a pathetic sight. So why did it make me come even harder?
My pulse beat erratically as I climbed off Petros’ lap and turned, giving him a grin. ‘That was perfect, thank you. Look at him!’
Petros’ eyebrows creased before he looked past me to where Alfie lay. It seemed he’d almost forgotten he was there.
‘Can you make sure he’s chained so that he can’t get any relief? I need to go get cleaned up.’
Righting my skirt, an awkwardness passed between us. I shoved it deep down.
It was necessary.
