A slutty little moan tumbled from her lips as I dragged my fingers up to her clit and circled it.
‘You won’t tell me to stop. I know the depths of your filth, Sarah. I’ve seen the videos you watch and the way you touch yourself when Jake isn’t looking.’ I alternated between pumping her until she trembled before swirling my fingers around her swollen clit. ‘I can feel how fucking wet you are at being fingered by your boyfriend’s stepbrother while he’s twenty feet away. You’d let me pull those panties aside and fuck you right here, wouldn’t you? Just to know I’ve used you for my pleasure.’
‘No-o,’ she stammered. ‘I wouldn’t.’
I pressed a third finger into her, kicking her heels further apart.
‘That’s it, Sarah, show me what a little whore you can be.’
She arched her back to take more of my thrusting fingers, accommodating my invasion. As much as I wanted to ruin her life, I couldn’t deny the way she behaved so beautifully for me. Even in public. Even in the riskiest way. She’d be a perfect fuck toy.
It was almost a shame she was the one person standing between Jake and I. Draining so much of his goodness.
Imagine the games I could play with them both.
Her pussy thrummed, tightening against my fingers as she sought her release.
‘You’d love to come for me, wouldn’t you? With everyone around you like a slut.’ Her chin dipped in the tiniest nod of assent.
‘I hate you,’ she said in a strangled whimper, her nails digging into the bar top as she struggled to maintain the illusion of just chatting.
‘Good,’ I growled in her ear. ‘Because I’m going to destroy you and steal Jake for myself. You don’t deserve to keep him after what you did.’
‘I don’t,’ she choked out as her cunt slammed down on my fingers, a tremble stealing over her rigid body.
‘That’s it,’ I crooned. ‘There’s a good girl. Let it all out. I’ll ruin you, but we’ll have a fun time while I do.’
A solitary tear dripped down her cheek as she fought the waves of pleasure, loving them as much as she hated them.
‘I hate you,’ she repeated, her body loosening against the bar as her orgasm waned, her senses returning.
Withdrawing my fingers, I wiped them on her dress, leaving her juices in three darkened stripes on her hip. Before walking away, I landed one harsh slap on her ass, her gasp sending another jolt to my solid dick.
‘You’ll do as I say, or I’ll tell him everything.’ I left her there, all hot-cheeked and wrecked from orgasm. When I reached the table, I turned to face where she still stood against the bar.
Lifting my fingers to my lips, I dragged my tongue along them as she watched, her salty taste filling my mouth.
The way she shuddered would keep me hard until dawn.
THIRTEEN
SARAH
Days passed in awkward glances and flushed cheeks—largely mine. While Jake’s home was extensive, with each passing day it shrank around me, walls closing in wherever Drew lurked. Wherever I went, he was there.
There when we ate.
There when we relaxed.
Probably shimmying up a drainpipe to be there when we fucked. Not that there had been a lot of that. Trapped somewhere between guilt and fear, I’d been feeling sick to my stomach since my bar exchange with Drew.
I’d let him disgrace me right there as my boyfriend sat in view. The excuse that he’d used what I’d done to manipulate me into complying worked in my head at first. Until I kept clenching at the memory of him between my thighs, fingers stroking my need while his filthy words set me alight.
Hating him had made the orgasm all the stronger. Looking around at the faces of a dozen people I knew, who had no idea what was happening, had turned me into putty.
And now?
Now I sat beside Jake in the snug, acting like his brother hadn’t threatened to ruin our lives. Pretending. Acting.
