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“Fine.” A riptide of anger washes through me. I yank my briefs down my legs, grab my dick and give it a good stroke. “You don’t wanna watch, princess, your loss.”
“I’m not a princ—” She glances up and her mouth falls open.
Well, that’s a reaction, at least. I was starting to wonder if I got hit with an ugly spell. No girl has ever saidnoto me, and here I am, fully naked and aroused, bared to a girl who had first seemed curious and then pretty much immune.
She swallows hard, her eyes glued to my dick. It feels so good to have her openly look at me.
Yeah, she’ssonot immune. Only pretending to be.
“So what do you say?” I let my head fall back, my grin widening. I give my aching cock another stroke. “Wanna touch?”
“I…” She licks her lips. Her cheeks are red. “I can’t…”
“Come here,” I say.
And she comes. Shaking her head, as if she knows she shouldn’t but unable to help herself. It’s so hot my dick jerks in my hand.
“Give me your hand,” I say, and she places her palm against mine, delicate fingers, skin like satin. A gentleman would lift it to his lips, kiss it.
I lower it to my dick. “Feel how hard I am for you,” I tell her, and she shivers. “Last chance to back out.”
I release my cock and it trembles against my stomach, hot and throbbing, the line of silver bars in it tugging, the small pain shooting hot need through me. She’s staring down at it, eyes wide. Lifting my hands, I lace them behind my head and lean back against the wall.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, her gaze flicking up to my face.
“Anatomy lesson. For free. You can touch me, any way you like. Go on.”
Temptation.
Provocation.
Breaking off her innocence piece by piece.
I’m in control. I’m calling the shots. I’m laying out my plan to corrupt a pure soul. I’m—
She puts her hand on my cock and all thought flies out the window, all control shattered in an instant. I gasp, clench my hands on the back of my neck. My stomach tightens, my balls harden. Fucking hell, this is about to get sticky.
Self-control, I chant inside my head.Not shooting your load yet, dick, get it? Control.
Her hand moves down to the base of my dick, featherlight, over my Jacob’s ladder—then her fingers curl around it, and oh fuck, control is starting to look very shaky.
“I’m sorry,” I hiss.
“About what?”
“Now you’re spoiled for all other guys. And it’s not only the piercings. Nobody has a bigger dick than me.”
“That so?” She snickers.
“This is no funny matter, woman.”
“I bet not. It looks painful.”
It sort of is. I draw in a sharp breath and hold it when she drags her hand up my length, my damn legs trembling. Her fingers tick over the metal bars in my dick and every little ping sends a pang of arousal through me, the pressure rising higher and higher until I think I’ll die from it.
Then a knock comes on the fucking door and the goddamn knob starts to turn with a squeak. A cheery girl’s voice says, “Mia, are you in there? I heard your voice.”
“Brianna,” she breathes and snatches her hand away. “Rys, get into the bathroom.”
