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“You’re a bastard,” I choke out.
“Show me your pussy.”
I jerk back. “Excuse me?”
He smiles. “Put one of those pretty feet on the wall, pull your panties to the side, and show. Me. Your. Pussy.”
“You’re vulgar.”
“I know. Just think how good it’s going to feel when I finally fuck you. Instead of aching for something,anything, to touch you. Like you’re feeling right now.”
“I rode the elevator with a couple,” I hiss.
I’m shifting my weight. Not really considering this, right? I’m not going to cave to his demands…right?Not unless I want to.
“There’s nothing wrong with playing my game,” he says softly. He leans forward, his gaze intense. “There’s nothing wrong with the kind of kinks you and I like to divulge in. Do you understand me?”
My body is trembling.
And slowly, I pick my leg up and pull my panties to the side, and I drop the phone down so he can see.
“Good girl,” he breathes.
I can’t describe the weird sort of bliss that fills my chest.
The call ends. And a moment later, the elevator lifts. I watch the numbers tick higher, stopping at eighteen. The doors slide open, the hallway empty. I step out quickly, not wanting to be caught in the elevator again, and hurry to Jacob’s condo door. That, too, has been left open.
It’s dark inside. A stark contrast to how it was just lit in the video call.
I lock the door behind me.
“Melody.” Jacob’s voice hits me like a whip. “On your knees, songbird.”
It takes me a moment to adjust to the darkness. But by that time, my body has already fallen to his command. He’s by the couch, standing at the back of it. The city lights coming through the windows behind him cast him in shadow, so much so that I can’t see his expression.
“You took my cock so well. Like a practiced whore. Isn’t that right?”
I suck in a breath. Each word is a strike between my legs, and I let out a low moan. He’s not even touching me.
“Whores crawl for their dessert.”
I’m moving. One hand, one knee, then the opposite. All the way across the apartment, and I have the luxury of feelingeverything. The sway of my belly and breasts, the rub of my thighs together. The arousal that’s driving me insane.
I’m stopped by his foot on my shoulder.
His foot.
He lowers it and circles me carefully. I stay where I am. My heart is pounding, the rush of blood in my ears nearly drowning out all other sounds. Until I feel him lower to the floor behind me.
There’s a pressure on my hips. Fabric straining, and then it gives way. The material rips and flutters to the floor.
Jacob runs his cock up from my clit, notching at my entrance. There’s no formality, no waiting. In one movement, he’s slammed to the hilt inside me.
We both groan.
He leans forward, his chest brushing my back. Forcing me lower. My chest hits the floor first, then my stomach. My hands slip out from under me, and he quickly wrenches my wrists behind my back.
“Jacob,” I manage. “What—”
