Page 38 of His Puppet

I roam my eyes over her body, taking in every inch while her fiery stare burns a hole in my face. My gaze lands on the exposed flesh of her stomach, and I run my knuckles along her waistline.

“I told myself I wasn’t going to ask this,” I say, dipping my thumb under her yoga pants and rubbing her hip. “But how did you get the detective to leave you alone in his house? Did he take a shower after you fucked him? Or was the blowjob just that good?” I laugh. “You must have really had to wear him out.”

Emily’s breathing picks up, and I lift my gaze to her face to see that she’s pissed. Her once pale face is now red, and her nostrils flare. I can almost see the ‘fuck you’ planted firmly on the tip of her tongue.

I smile. “Well?”

“If you told yourself you wouldn’t ask, maybe you should trust your judgement.Sir.”

I slip my hand into her panties to cup her shaved mound. My cock strains against my pants.

“If I felt your pussy, would you still be wet?”

She grabs my wrist with a firm grasp, as if she could actually stop me. How adorable.

“His cum isn’t dribbling out of you, is it? I bet he used a condom. Detectives are usually square like that. Plus, I’m sure he doesn’t want to risk giving his wife an STD.”

Emily turns her head away from me, her hand still wrapped tightly around my wrist, and she doesn’t say anything. I swat her hand, and she begrudgingly lets go.

A groan slips through my lips when I dip two fingers into her folds and feel moisture. I crook my hand and slide my middle finger into her wet cunt. She tenses and inhales a sharp breath.

A mixture of emotions courses through me. Lust is the most powerful. Jealousy is right on its heels.

“I should have told you fucking him wasn’t allowed. I made it too easy for you.”

“I never said I fucked him.”

“Didn’t you?” I ask, slowly dragging my finger in and out of her. Emily’s eyes shine with lust, but her face is hard with anger. I imagine my face is similar.

“Does it matter?”

I pull my hand from her panties before moving her back against the wall, shoving her into it harder than I mean to.

Shit, I really am jealous, aren’t I?

Not just jealous. Possessive. I’m being completely irrational.

“Answer me,” I sneer, as if she did something wrong.

She lets out a dry laugh. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Do I look serious?”

“You look like an asshole who forced me to manipulate acopand is now pissed about it.”

I slap a hand over her mouth before she can say another word. It’s probably better if I don’t know. No, itdefinitelyis better if I don’t know. She’s right. I’m an asshole.

Fear forms in her irises, flooding her eyes, and expands to show on her face. It’s only now that I realize I’m squeezing her hip.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” I say, removing my hand from her mouth and easing my hold on her hip. “We’ve already discussed your mouth.” I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “Don’t make me close it permanently. You’re too valuable.”

Emily swallows and moves her eyes away from me. I shove my hand back into her pants and quickly find the hole I’m desperate to get in. I slide two fingers inside of her, and her walls clamp down around them. She takes another sharp inhale and moves her hands to my chest. I wait for her to shove, but she just rests them there like it’s bracing her.

“Now,” I begin, crooking my fingers until I find the spot that makes her gasp. “I believe you owe me a good fuck.”

“That was a different deal,” she says, sliding her hands up my chest and gripping my shoulders.

I shove her pants down for easier access. “You sliced my ankle and never followed through. You owe me.”

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