Page 192 of Trick or Stalk

“No answer, huh?” He fingers me faster, the wet sounds from my pussy filling the small, quiet room.

“Oh, God. I’m gonna⁠—”

He yanks his fingers from me.

Shock, then fury, whirl inside me.

“Asshole,” I seethe.

“So temperamental.” He chuckles, gently teasing my clit. “Answer my question and I’ll give you what you want.”

I remain stubbornly silent, waiting.

He slides his fingers inside me again.

And though I try to resist, his fingers drag me closer to the edge before he says, “Who the hell is Hades? Your boyfriend?”

I don’t know how to answer that.

I mean, he’s not.

Yet there’s a ridiculous part that wants the brooding man to be my boyfriend.

And now, I’m feeling guilty because I’m letting another man touch me.

He keeps working me as the doubts roll through my mind.

He shifts, his lips kissing my neck.

That smell... haven’t I smelled that on Hades before?

Before I can answer myself, he works me into a shaking frenzy. Seconds before the orgasm hits, he pulls his fingers free.

“Damn you,” I say through clenched teeth. “I don’t know what Hades and I are.”

“Hmm.” He begins teasing me again, thumb rolling over my clit. “You don’t know, huh?”

“No.”

He slides two fingers inside me. “Do you want him to be your boyfriend?”

What’s the correct answer?

It’s hard to think with him touching me like this.

And do I admit that I am crushing hard on Hades, a man I hardly know, while a masked man fingers me?

His fingers move faster. My pussy clenches around him, not wanting him to stop.

“Answer me!”

“Yes,” I wail.

He growls and rubs my clit harder. My body convulses, the orgasm slamming over me. “Yes.”

The tremors go on and on as I slump against the cool glass.

“Good girl,” he whispers.