“You’re gonna have to beg before that happens, sweetheart.”
With my hands free it would only be a simple matter of reaching up and taking hold of him, but I know instinctively that I would be asking for a whole world of trouble if I did. I let my head fall back onto the bed, groaning. The woman licking at my clitoris moans too, as she slips one of her fingers inside me. The sensation is huge, overwhelming, frightening and thrilling, mainly because of the way Zeth hovers over me, pumping his cock in his hand as he studiously observes my reaction. I thought I’d been turned on before, but this is something entirely different. This is consuming and powerful, a desperate need to please him. I reach down and bury my hands into the woman’s hair, grinding my hips up to meet her as she thrusts her fingers inside me.
I’ve forgotten all about her partner. I’m reminded of the other presence in the room when he approaches the bed, now completely naked. Zeth shoots him a warning glance, fierce and primal, and the guy nods his head, as though he understands exactly what Zeth is telling him. He hops up behind his girl—still totally focused on me—and pushes into her from behind. She cries out, momentarily stopping what she’s doing before carrying on. The guy starts fucking her, all the while staring down at my naked body in front of him.
The blonde lifts a hand and drags her nails down Zeth’s side, groping for his cock. He shies back, an irritated look on his face, and then slaps her ass so hard it even makes my eyes water. She cries out again, this time louder and filled with pain.
“Not for you,” he growls. He looks back down at me and, fuck, I want him. “Only for her. Only when she begs for it.”
The woman doesn’t seem to mind that Zeth is entirely off limits. She buries her face deeper between my thighs and sucks at my clit, making my legs tremble with pleasure. It feels incredible, but it’s not what I’m desperate for. I am desperate for him. I know what I have to do to get what I want, and I’ve made my peace with it.
He wants me to beg…I’ll beg.
He wants me to plead…I will.
Because right now he knows he’s got me wrapped around his little finger…and it’s right where I want to be. I’m sick. I’m deluded. I’m lost. I’m his.
“Zeth…” The words are like an omen, a bell tolling, sealing my fate. “I want you. Just you. Please…make me yours.”
She begs me. She begs, and I see the moment she gives herself over to me. It’s a goddamn beautiful moment. Her tits are heaving, her eyes wide, her lips bruised and pouting, just waiting to be kissed. I surprise myself by almost breaking my rule and leaning down to do it—I haven’t kissed a woman on the mouth in…well, ever. So long that I can’t remember the face of whoever it was that last had the pleasure. It’s just too intimate. I already came so fucking close back in the hospital that I scared the shit out of myself. I know I’m reckless around this girl; I just have no idea why.
As soon as Sloane says the words, I’m shoving Blondie off her and unfastening her ankles. The guy continues to pound away on the woman, both lost in the moment, but Sloane is very much aware of what’s happening. I pick her up and carry her naked body out of the room, and when her arms lace around my neck, clinging onto me, my heart starts thumping in my chest. It’s like it’s been lying dormant in my chest, gathering dust the past thirty-three years and this is the very first time it’s properly beating. The sensation is worrying. I don’t know what to do with it, other than hide from it. The corridor is all lights and groups of people rubbing up against each other. Sloane sees and buries her face into my chest, like she’s worried I’m taking her out here to offer her around. Sure, I’ve done that before, but that’s not happening with this girl. She’s mine. I carry her to a door opposite, one that always, always, always remains locked—this is the first time I’ve ever allowed anyone else inside. I punch in the code for the security pad—handy when you don’t have pockets for keys—and the door swings open, and then we’re inside. This is the room I sleep in when there aren’t countless people fucking on every surface and countertop.