Page 29 of Smoke

I reach out and tuck another stray hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger on her cheek. “You can tell me, sweetheart. Was it the kind of rough I know you crave… or the kind that you didn’t ask for?”

“Both? I don’t know.” She bites her lip and looks up at me. “He likes it when I get really fucked up first… pills, booze, all of the above. So a lot of it’s hazy.”

I stroke her goose-pimpled arms. “Sounds like a real piece of work. He ever leave marks? Or make you think you were done for?”

She nods. “Yeah that’s why I ended it last year. He went too far. It freaked me out. And let me tell you, it takes a lot to scare me. But there was something in his eyes… in the way he grabbed me.”

Every cell in my body is murderous. The ways I want to torture this fucker are unspeakable. I grit my teeth and clench my fists at my sides. “Give me your phone.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “Why? You’re just going to make things worse if you taunt him.”

I don’t give a fuck. I burst out laughing. “Look at me darlin’. I’m the biggest motherfucker in this town. And believe me I’m quick too.” I tug her chin up so she has to crane her neck to look up at me. “Kane needs to know you’re not alone. Give me your fucking phone. Please.”

She yanks it from her back pocket and slams it against my chest. “He’s left me a ton of messages. They started about three am. He wants another video.”

I snicker. “Of course, he does. And soon he’s going to want a front row seat in your bedroom.” I unlock her phone and feel my nostrils flare as I skim through this weirdo’s messages. He’s obsessed with her. Which, I can’t blame him. But she doesn’t belong to him. She belongs to us.

The final text really gets me fired up.

This is your last warning, bitch. For every hour you make me wait, you’ll get a lashing on that whore mouth of yours. Then, when your lips are nice and swollen, I’m going to fuck your throat so raw you won’t even have a voice to beg me to stop with.

I’m shaking. If I grip the phone any harder I might crack it. I look at her and shake my head before typing a response to this prick.

Sorry. Overslept. I’ll make it up to you right now. Just wait a few more minutes. I promise it will be worth it.

“How much time do we have before you’re open for business,” I ask, my heart racing.

She’s finishing wiping off the bottles of premium liquor that run along the length of the bar. “About an hour or so. Why?”

“Good. Come upstairs with me. We’re going to send your loser stalker a new video.” A longing stirs low in my belly. An ache of anticipation.

Her eyelids flutter. “We? What do you mean exactly?”

I roll my thumb across her bottom lip. My cock throbs at the sight of her breath hitching. “You’re going to film me going down on you. Then we’re going to send it to him. He needs to know who you belong to, sweetheart.”

She swallows hard, her throat bobbing. “Are you insane? He’ll send all these pics and videos of me to my daddy.”

I slide my hands around her waist and pull her gently toward me. “No, he won’t. Because you’ve got just as much dirt on him. All these threats… I’ve already traced this number back to him too. He’s an idiot who has no clue what a fucking burner phone is. This one’s registered to his momma.”

Cherry’s eyes widen before she bursts out laughing. “Really? You gotta be kidding me.”

I smirk down at her, elated that I can finally make her smile and blush again. “Come on, darlin’. Let’s give him a real show.”

She bites her lower lip in that way that women do when they’re thinking naughty fucking things about you. “Okay but it’s gotta be the other way around. You need to film me going down on you. That shows him that I’m yours. That you’re in control.”

Fucking hell, I might marry this woman. I plant a kiss on her lips, soft and sensual. No tongue. I just want to nibble on her thick lips first. “I’m going to get aggressive. Dominate. But I will never hurt you. Understand?”

She nods. “I trust you.”

I hold her phone while she nestles between my thighs. “You sure about this?” Sucking a man’s cock is intimate and it can be seen as an act of submission.

She licks her lips before removing her shirt. “Yeah. If we’re going to do this, we might as well piss him off properly.”

Damn, she’s perfect. All these years, when I thought of payback, I never imagined how fucking satisfied it would be to see her down on her knees about to swallow my cock.

But it’s a fucking start.

“Ready? As soon as I press record, it’s on. I’m going to put my hands on your head. If it’s too much, just pinch the inside of my thigh and I’ll stop.” Is that excitement in her eyes? I swear this is turning her on just as much as it is me.