Page 18 of Blood We Steal

“How many have fucked you?” I asked as I used two fingers to spread her plump lower lips and feel what would soon be mine.

“N-no one,” she whispered.

I let out a noncommittal noise that had nothing to do with the emotions swirling in my chest.

“You’re a liar, miu,” I whispered as I circled her entrance but didn’t enter her, wondering if she knew her hips were chasing my touch.

I traced her slick rim around and around until her wetness soaked my fingertips. I used those fingertips to paint her clit until it glistened and the sloppy wetness of my fingers playing with her sex rang out loud and obscene.

She rocked her hips, trying to bring me closer. I caught her gaze and saw the desire in her eyes—and how much she hated that desire. “You want me to believe you’ve been saving yourself?” I laughed. “Even poor, ugly girls like you fuck. What else do you have to offer, or would you have me think you got that bank manager job on merit?”

Simone squirmed in my lap, but her eyes were fire. “I’m good at math.” She sounded as indignant as she could while grinding on my fingers, her anger radiating off her almost as hot as her need. I pressed in, giving her the tip of my finger.

I went just to the first knuckle, and Simone clamped down on me like a vise.

Fuck she was tight, and my cock jumped at the thought of that tightness me until she was so full of my cum it spilled out of her. How exquisite it was going to be to mold her pussy into the perfect glove for my cock. If I believed her, I’d be the first.

I stilled as I considered the pathetic lie.

Virgin?

It fit the image she tried to portray, homely, invisible, unworthy of any attention at all. The same image she’d used to bury me. Which made this lie that much more insidious. She thought she could dangle her innocence and let it unleash tenderness she’d never get from me again.

Something else she’d learn.

“Do you fuck yourself?” I whispered as I dragged my finger back, leaving her empty. Her breath stuttered at the loss, and I was sure it was the first real emotion I’d seen from her.

“Umm,” she arched her back, “sometimes.”

I huffed, then circled her clit with my knuckle. “How?”

“With my fingers. Li-like you’re doing now.”

Fuck.

I couldn’t stop the image from filling my mind like it had so many times before. Sweet Simone on her lavender bedsheets, a thousand pillows propping her up, her hand where mine was now. The reality of her was hotter, wetter, more potent than my shameful lust had ever been.

I huffed out a breath, fighting for control that again threatened to leave me.

“Do you come, miu?” I whispered. I slowed my hand until it was barely moving, waiting for her to respond.

Her eyes weren’t meek as she stared at me, but I saw what I would have once believed was embarrassment. It wasn’t though. Simone weighed her choices, trying to decide if truth or lies would better serve her. She was barely audible, but I didn’t miss the single word. “Yes.”

I touched her again, teasing her opening before circling her clit with my knuckle. Her tremble was gentle at first, just like her breath, but got stronger, heavier as I played with her clit and fed her the tip of my finger.

She was on the brink. I felt it in every flutter and clutch of her pussy around my fingertip, in the way her thighs had started to shake against mine. Her breath came in broken little punches, and her clit had gone swollen and hard under my knuckle. Every slow circle I dragged over it wound her tighter, wetter, closer, until she was right there—right on the edge of it.

Simone might be a liar, but her body wasn’t. I saw what was building and knew where I would take her with one more stroke.

That wouldn’t do. Her pleasure was mine. Which made it mine to deny.

I pulled my hand away and pushed her off my lap.

She landed on the floor, looking up at me with confused, furious wide eyes. I stood, letting her see the full length of my erection through the stupid jail uniform.

I glared down at her. “One day I might let you again. Now button your pants and let’s search this place.”

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