“You know how I told you not to say shit you don’t mean?”
“Yeah.”
“I really did mean that.”
“I know.”
“No, I don’t think you do.”
Confused, I lifted my head and looked at him. “Why would you say that?”
“Because if you did, you wouldn’t have been screaming for me to fuck you.”
31
SHADE
Friendship.
That was supposed to be the short-term plan. But Nyx wasn’t making it easy for me. Hearing her scream my name while she was in the shower made me want to kick the fucking door down and give her what she was asking for. But I played it smart and chose to go stroke my dick instead.
Had I been thinking, I would’ve stayed in my room and left her to get a massage on her own. But my brain failed me, and now I’m staring at nothing but ass as it tries to hide behind a towel that can barely cover it.
“You...you heard me?” Nyx whispered, now sitting at the edge of the massage table.
“Every word.”
She placed her hand against her mouth. “I’m sorry. I’m not really good at?—”
“Don’t apologize,” I told her as I stood up and walked toward her. I spread her legs further apart and slid between them. “Just say it again.”
She lifted her head, her eyes lingering on me as she contemplated what to do next.
“Give us the room,” I called out over my shoulder.
Wasting no time, the massage therapists strolled out of the penthouse, and Trace followed behind them.
“Now, no one’s watching.” I lowered my lips to her ear as I slipped my hand into the opening of her towel and cupped one of her breasts. “Say it again.”
I could hear her breath catch in her throat.
I thought she would make another attempt to hold back, but she surprised me as she said, “I want you to fuck me Shade. I want you to fuck me hard.”
Pleased, I pulled her off the table and yanked the towel from around her body, then I flipped her over on her stomach. “How hard?”
“So fucking hard.”
I slid my hands over her ass, admiring the thickness. With every smack of my hand, it jiggled, begging for me to do it again. I glided my hand up her back and gripped her neck, waiting for her to tell me that my grasp was too tight.
But she didn’t.
She reveled in the pain, making my dick swell even more.
“If you don’t want this, now’s the time to say it,” I whispered.
“Really?” She peered over her shoulder, her eyes dark and burning with need. “I thought that time had already passed.”
“Last chance.”
