Z was right.
If I wanted to be touched, I’d beg for it, and it didn’t always come with words. My body knew what it wanted even when my brain boycotted. I lifted my head and saw Angel watching. His dark, burning gaze never left me, but I knew he was clocking every move Z made.
“What do you say we put on a show?” Z whispered so only I could hear. “Let him see how much you really want it?”
It was too late to pretend. Z knew who and what I wanted, which meant Angel would too.
“How?”
“We’ll make him jealous, princess.” I felt his hands leave my waist. The breath I almost took was caught in my throat when his hand slipped beneath my shirt. He caressed the spot, low on my stomach, where I felt my urges. “You in?”
If sex had a voice, it would have been Z’s. He waited while I finally exhaled. There was nothing I could do without my racing heart, though.
Gratifying sex with a man who helped kidnap my son?
Why would I say yes?
I met Angel’s darkening glare, and wondered why I couldn’t say no either.
“You control the pace and how far this goes.” He paused to kiss my shoulder through my shirt and said, “But don’t worry. He’ll give in before you do.”
My nod was barely complete when he lifted my shirt over my head. I was still coming to grips with my answer when he tossed it on the empty seat beside us. I should have felt shy and shameful for being exposed, but we were past that, weren’t we?
“You have beautiful tits, princess. Did you know Angel was a tit man?”
I saw Angel’s surprise when I nodded. “All the girls used to talk about it… He’d go crazy for them and make them come just by sucking on them.” I could still feel the devastation and misplaced sense of betrayal whenever I heard about Angel with other girls. And I always heard about him. When girls weren’t whispering about Angel, they were interrogating me.
I was hurtled back to the present when Z flicked my nipple and growled. “Yeah, but it’s you who drives him crazy. Never forget that, princess.” He repeated the assault on my other nipple before moving his hands down to my jeans and flicking open the button.
Angel didn’t take his eyes off of us, so I waited for him to make his next move. I was confused when he pulled his hands away. “If you want more, show him. He can’t resist you if you command it.” I felt him wrap his hands around my waist and lift me from his lap.
What did he want from me?
I wanted Angel, but our past wouldn’t allow me to speak the words.
Angel sat so still behind his father’s desk, but I could sense the struggle within him to hold back and win this round. Years ago, my age kept a barrier between us, but now that I was of age, there was nothing but his restraint keeping him contained.
I could return the favor, push his boundaries until they collapsed, and push him away like he did to me. Z promised I controlled how far this would go, and for some reason, I believed him.
“Remember, Mian… you’re in control,” Z reminded as if on cue.
My hands moved to my open jeans and pushed them down my legs. I had to force my gaze away from Angel to step out of my jeans. It would be a definite mood killer if I were to fall on my face.
I stood up and forced my hands to hang by my sides. I was completely naked since, once again, I wasn’t given a pair of panties.
“Damn, princess. I’ve missed you naked for us.” I watched Angel for a reaction. His jaw ticked but other than that? Nothing.
God, why won’t you say something?
“Come here,” Z commanded. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I wanted to scream. It should be Angel touching me. It should be him showing me that sex isn’t something you take, it’s something you give. Instead, he was determined to resist me.
For a moment, I was desperate enough to believe he’d read my mind and knew I intended to leave him high and dry the moment he gave in.
Maybe he just knows you well enough.
I ignored the voice and made the decision to try harder. I didn’t doubt Angel’s desire, but he obviously questioned mine. I turned my back on Angel and climbed gracefully onto Z’s lap. I moved to wrap my arms around his neck, willing to give this my all, when he suddenly lifted me up and turned me, so my back was against his chest once more.
Shit.
I wanted to provoke his possessive nature by shutting him out, but Z had other plans. I hadn’t realized his intent when he slid his palms over my knees until he cupped them underneath to lift and spread my legs apart enough to qualify as obscene. I was spread open like an offering and Angel had a front row seat.