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“Most people can’t resist me. It’s not your fault.” The amusement in his gaze was mixed with compassion. “Now let me see you come.”
“What?”
“Show me how you jerk off.”
I swallowed. I didn’t want to, but his gaze was unwavering, and my balls were so tight they felt likethey might split open.
“Why fight it? Do you think it’ll change my opinion of you—like you’re some sort of big man for denying yourself until seconds after I leave?”
“No.”
“Would me leaving first make you feel better?”
Well…yes.
“Desire for me is what made you hard—what’s making your cock weep in frustration. You don’t think I deserve to watch?”
I opened my mouth to tell him that if he wanted to watch, he could get me off himself, but the thought short-circuited in my brain. It was one thing to have him overwhelm me in the heat of the moment, but it was another thing to ask him to touch me.
“There’s so much going on in that pretty head of yours. Do you have something you want to ask me?”
I got to my feet, all too aware of my dick standing eagerly out like a shiny new flagpole on parade day.
“If your entire goal is to lure my wife away from me, why do you keep coming to see me?”
His eyes narrowed. “I don’t know. I can’t stand you, and yet here I am.”
“I can’t stand you either, so at least we’re on the same page.”
He stepped closer, canting his head to the side like a curious animal. He grabbed my cock so suddenly, so hard, all I could do was gasp.
“Tarryn belongs to me, but you do, too. Maybe it doesn’t matter that we don’t like each other.”
He stroked me with the confidence of a man who’d done this to countless other men.
I could have cried in relief.
“Lace your fingers behind your back.”
Humiliated, I obeyed. He jerked my cock, making me cry out, making it hurt. God, I was so close. The denial reminded me of when Tarryn and I hadfirst started experimenting with sex, before we were ready to go all the way. The heavy ache. The feverish tint to my thoughts.
He let go, and I sobbed in frustration.
“Do you belong to me, Valor?”
He trailed his fingers over my balls, and I felt like my cock might go off at any moment. I couldn’t spill like that, without him even touching my dick. That would be more humiliating than liking this—liking him.
“Do you?” His voice was a drug.
“Yes,” I said, my mind babbling. Anything—anything to get him to finish me off. “I’m yours.”
“Get back on the bed.”
Awkwardly, eagerly, I obeyed him, forgetting my fingers were linked behind my back until my arms were trapped underneath me.
The knife appeared again, in his hand like a magic trick too quick for me to follow. Renewed fear spiked the lust coursing through me, making it all the more heady.
“I’m going to mark you as mine, and then you’re going to come harder than you ever have in your life.”
