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“You want those photos deleted right?”
My eyes narrow and I stop trying to pull my hand away. “Every single one you sent me.”
“Okay—”
“And the audio clip,” I rush to add.
“Done.” He laughs coldly and leans back on his hands as I swallow my pride and tilt forward.
Even as I reach for his zipper and tease it down, I know this deal is too good to be true. But it’s alsotruethat I am out of options. And hell, I gave a hand job to Mikey Carlorino in the eighth grade so that he wouldn’t tell my parents that he saw me sneak out to go to high school parties from his next door window. If thirteen-year-old Effie could do it, certainly twenty-eight-year-old Effie can—and the stakes are much higher now.
I keep my eyes trained on the task, knowing that if I was to look up, whatever I saw looking back in Finn’s eyes would make this much harder…or hotter. And the latter is much worse. My fingers creep under the waistband of his briefs, his abs tensing as my skin skims against his.
My breath hitches when I free his cock and realize…I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and feel my throat bob as my eyes take in the silver barbell piercing below the head. I shoot him a cutting glare when I feel, rather than see his smirk. He tongues his cheek like he knows exactly how my pussy flutters wondering what the jewelry would feel dragging over my clit.
“Whatever you’re imagining right now, I guarantee it feels ten times better.”
“Gross.” I roll my eyes, but internally, I clench.
I tentatively circle his cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum, and give a few testing strokes. I zero in on the flex of his thighs like he’s holding back the urge to thrust forward.
“Come on, Ef, I know you can do better than that. I can take as good as I give.” His chuckle is deep and gravelly.
I scowl and meet his eyes. I’m sure mine are full of malice as I gather saliva in my mouth and let it spill out of my lips. My spit drips down slowly onto his red tip. It’s grotesque and resentful, and the moment he groans when it hits his dick it becomes hot as hell.
I remind myself this isn’t hot. This is fucking bribery, coercion. And I should hate him. Idohate him.
I channel my confusing mix of lust and anger and smear my spit down his shaft, rotating my fist up and down. I rub my thumb over his leaking head and piercing on every upstroke making a deep rumble resound from his chest. “Fuck, that’s it.”
The husky sound makes my insides melt, and I tighten my grip, stripping his cock more vigorously, needing this to end. He pushes air out of his flared nostrils and rolls his head back, his dark hair sweeping off his forehead. I force myself to look away, to not trace the corded muscles of his neck as he bites back a moan.
“Christ, Effie. That’s so fucking good.” The way he’s enjoying this makes me sick. His praise only makes me wilt because it’s notgood.It’s fucking hate-filled. But he’s too much of a self-absorbed fuckwad to notice.
I notice his hips jolt the more attention I pay to his piercing, so I focus on that, adding more spit to glide my movements. I want this over as soon as possible. He responds by clenching his jaw, and I yank my head to the side when he tries to reach out and stroke my hair. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
His laugh is interrupted by a knock at the door, and I freeze. The surprise is all he needs to thread his big hand through my hair and grip the back of my head, forcing me to look up at him. “You’re not done.”
“Finn—”
“Let them see that hand where it belongs. No matter whose ring is on it.” He calls over his shoulder to tell whoever it is to come in. As the knob turns, he stares back at me, stony-faced. “I won’t ask nicely again.”
I recognize the white woman that steps in as the dancer from the stage earlier. Her neon green, sequined bikini is obnoxiously bright under the fluorescent lights. She spots me and stutters to a halt in her high stage heels. “Oh sorry, I thought you said come in.”
“I did. What is it, Mira?”
“Uh—I can come back.” She takes a step backward, but there’s a hint of interest in her voice.
“Fucking hell, what is it? You came in for a reason. Now tell me,” Finn snaps.
“I just finished my set, here’s my cash for the safe.” She crosses the room and sets a money bag on the desk. I catch her eyes going to his crotch and she licks her lip.Fucking hell.
“Mirabelle, this is Effie.”
“Hi, Effie,” she says sweetly, and I scowl back. This is the exact last thing I need. This is so fucking bad. Somebody witnessing me jacking Finn in his office.I grit my teeth and try to calm my beating heart. Deal with one devil at a time.
Speaking of, one devil opens his fucking mouth again. “She’s going to marry the governor’s son. See that ring? It’s from him—supposedly. But doesn’t it look nice wrapped around my cock?”
She teeters closer and peers down, nibbling her bottom lip. “It certainly does,” she says breathlessly.
