Chapter 14
Ezra stares at me, eyebrows pulled up in question. I don’t crumble beneath his stare, although others would have by now.
“Well. How’d it go? What did he say?”
He crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side. “We’ll get to that in a minute. What’s going on between you two?”
“Just trying to get my dick wet.” I give him nothing because it’s not his business.
“Hmm. What about that girl you’ve been hung up on?”
I laugh. “You think I’m a virgin?”
“Well, I had considered it, but the cemetery of blocked contacts on your phone tells me you’re not.”
“There’s a difference between getting a fix and inviting someone in. No one has had access to me like that since her, and they never will.”
“Let me stop you before it goes too far, Malik. She’s the judge’s daughter and the lawyer on your case. I told you to take her home last night.”
He pauses when I don’t respond and nods. “She stayed with you, didn’t she?”
I step forward, dusting imaginary particles off his shoulder. “Don’t concern yourself with her, Ezra. You hold up your end of the bargain, and I’ll hold up mine, like I have been doing for years.”
“Don’t tell me you want out,” he warns.
“On the contrary, find me something worth my time and energy. I’m getting a little bored.”
He smiles. “Well, our favourite reporter will be back in the city this week. Why don’t you show him around the hotel?”
“I’d be happy to.” I turn, heading back to the frosted doors.
“I’ll tell the chef to leave, then?” he asks from behind me.
“That’d be best,” I call out before I enter through the doors, closing them behind me. Her full lips are the first thing I see, and I want to take them in my mouth and never let them go.
“Has my father left?” she asks, her soft voice tinged with disappointment.
“It’s just us.”
She stands from the side of the platform she was sitting on and sighs. “Well, we’d better go too. I have so much work to get through before the hearing.”
She attempts to walk past me, but I clasp my hand around her arm, stopping her. “We’re not going anywhere until we get to the bottom of this.”
She looks up at me, confusion or nervousness inscribed in the green streaks surrounding her irises.
“We’re not leaving until I’ve either had a taste of you or you’ve had a taste of me.”
She stiffens, and so do I at the thought of her kneeling with my cock buried deep inside her warm throat. I want to watch her struggle to breathe, struggle to see through her tears, and weep for more of my cum down her throat.
You want to hear her scream, don’t you?
You want her to scream your name.
Fuck. I do. I want to hear her scream with pleasure and pain.
“And how would we decide?”
“Easy. Three truths and a lie.”
She laughs, and the sexy vibrations make my cock strain beneath my jeans, desperate for release.
“You’re joking, right? Might as well play truth or dare. What are you, twelve?”
“My version of these games doesn’t involve inebriation, but a lucid, everlasting memory of them.
” My eyes fall to her breasts, watching them rise and fall slowly beneath her skintight shirt, and I’m transported back to last night.
The pink ridges peaked, pleading for my mouth around them.
“Are you afraid you might lose, Little Nycto?”
“Stop calling me that.” Her tone hardens, and my lip stings where I’m biting it. “Let’s play then, Mr Faris.” Her black hair falls behind her shoulders as she stands in front of me, crossing her arms.
“I’ll go first.”
“Wait,” she hisses, stopping me. “It has to be things no one else would know. It cannot be public knowledge. That’s too easy.”
“I wanted to sheath myself inside you as you slept last night,” I say, and her eyes go wide as I smile. “I own a castle in France and Italy under a different name, and I recently found out my background is a mix of Lebanese and Russian.”
“That is so unfair!” she protests. “All of these could be true.”
“Better get those knees ready.”
Her eyebrows almost touch as she stares at me with a frown, analysing me for a tell.
“Well?” I wait for her answer, and just when I think she’ll back out, she smiles.
“Your background. There’s no Russian. That’s the lie.”
I don’t say a word as I gesture for her to take her turn. This is way more entertaining than I thought it was going to be. I know basically everything about her.
“Okay. I’ve never smoked a cigarette. I’m a recovering alcoholic, and I say I’m a cat person, but I hate animals.”
I do my best to hide the smirk on my lips. She thinks I haven’t been following her every move, even on that night she left that bar to walk home in those heels that complemented her curvy figure. She thinks I don’t know her.
She’s about to find out exactly how wrong she is, and her knees are going to be the ones that take the brunt of it.
“I’ve told you before, Isla, you’re a terrible liar. You are most definitely a dog person.”
She swallows. “What if it’s a tie?”
“It isn’t. Take off your shirt.”
“Aren’t you going to tell me the lie?”
Curling my fingers beneath the fabric of her shirt, I raise it over her head and discard it onto the floor. Her black bra is smooth with a circular metal piece in the middle, her plump breasts delectable beneath it.
“Are you going to kneel, or do I need to persuade you?”
She grits her teeth and kneels, one knee after the after, annoyance in her exquisite hazel eyes. She thinks I have all the control, but she doesn’t realise just how much of it she has over me as she unhooks her bra and lets her breasts fall out.
The tongue I want in my mouth and around my cock glides over her bottom lip as I unbuckle my belt. It loops in my hand easily as I watch her eyes lower to my jeans.
“Unbutton my trousers,” I say, and her hands immediately fly to my jeans, but I grasp them in mine to hold them there. “Slowly. I’m going to enjoy this.”
She can pretend to hate it, but the truth is blazingly obvious in her eyes and in the way she unzips my jeans, then lowers them to my ankles. Her soft fingers are like a gentle dare, travelling from my knees to my hips, curling over my waistband, and tugging them down.
She gasps as my cock escapes, long and painfully hard.
“Do you need me to talk you through it?” I ask in a low voice, and she smiles back at me.
“You think I don’t know what I’m doing?” Her hand closes over my cock, softly squeezing it, and I force myself to keep my hands by my side. There will be a moment where I can show her exactly what she wants, but right now, I want her to show me how much she likes being told what to do.
“Squeeze it harder.”
She does, tugging my cock to the tip, drawing the precum out of me. It’s comfortable in her hands, normal, like my cock belongs there, and I can’t wait to see what it’s going to feel like inside her.
If she is taking over my mind this much, and she hasn’t even had her lips over my cock yet, how much more can she consume me?
“Open you mou—”
She closes her mouth over my tip, sucking and twirling her tongue over my crown, and my hips buck slightly, taken by surprise at her impatience.
“Fuck…” I whisper as she takes more of me down her throat. The warm wetness coating me, compelling me to thrust deeper into her mouth.
She releases my tip with a pop and looks up at me with an infernal smile. “Why are you holding back, Malik? Are you afraid you’ll scare me off?” She continues to work her hand over my cock with slow strokes, teasing me.
“If I show you who I am, Isla, you’ll wish I never had.”
She lowers herself beneath my balls, licking from the base of them, up against my shaft to the tip. My cock twitches in her hand, and she smiles with victory. “And what happens if I like it?”
She’s daring me to let myself free, to leave the doors open for the real me to sneak out and play. But each time I do, it becomes harder to shove him back in again. It becomes a fight, and as the years pass me by, the fights become longer, laborious, and tiresome.
“I did my part in warning you. Now I’ll just enjoy you, my way.”
The glint in her hazel eyes is becoming my next recreational drug, and the longer I stay spellbound, the more I feel myself changing.
Her long hair is soft to the touch, the length wrapping easily around my fist, and I revel in the trust she’s showing me as she drops her hands to her sides.
“How long can you hold your breath?”
I don’t allow her to answer as my cock enters her mouth and finds its home in her warm throat. I hold it there, half my cock still sticking out of her mouth. The vibrations from her moans have me sucking in air through my teeth, and I grip her hair tighter, tugging hard.
“Don’t do that again unless you want to taste my cum.”
I move my hips, hitting the back of her throat over and over again, my cock hardening inside her mouth with every thrust. I go deeper, past the last threshold, an inch further, when she gags.
“Fuck, I think that’s my new favourite sound.
” I pull out a little to let her breathe, but I remain inside her mouth, my crown creating a beautiful outline in her cheek.
Her panting is loud as her mouth hangs open, gasping for air, and I imagine how intimidatingly sexy she’d look with a collar around her neck.
I grip my belt in my hand and lightly tap her cheek with it, the sting zapping through her skin and into my crown. It’s addictive, the pleasure with the pain, so I do it again harder, and she whimpers, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“I’m just getting started, Little Nycto. Don’t shed those tears just yet.”