Eighteen - Evangeline
Given setting off two fights one after the other would be way too suspicious, I pushed my chair back and stood as soon as Redric finished his plate. He glanced at me, in no rush to get up, and picked up his half-empty glass of wine. I dawdled.
He took his time.
I rolled my eyes.
Everyone looked at me.
I refused to sit back down.
He refused to get up.
My lips tightened.
His widened.
Huffing out a breath, I said, “Fine, I’m going to go masturbate since you’re not com–”
He jerked to his feet, nearly spilling his glass when he set it down. Jessica and Joshua snickered. Ashema smiled at us, and I smirked back at her.
Unfortunately, engaging her now would look too pushy given I had just made a whole thing about leaving. So I headed down the hallway back towards our rooms. Redric followed me, and I glanced at him as we walked.
“You can’t keep me from masturbating, you know.”
“Do it and you lose,” Redric said, making me miss a step.
“Wait, what?”
His grin was downright evil.
“At lunch, that’s what you bet. You can’t come until I make you.”
“That is not what we –”
He shrugged. “If you want to back out, that’s fine. I get being scared of losing.”
“I’m not scared.” I bared my teeth. “And I’m definitely not losing. But that is not what the bet is.”
“Oh yes it is. I made you beg in the shower, and you claimed I couldn’t make you do it again.”
“You can’t.”
“So you agree that’s the bet?”
My teeth ground so hard my jaw locked, but there was no way I could say no without him thinking I was being a wuss now. Fuck. “Fine. That’s the bet. I’m still going to win.” I paused. “But just so there’s no confusion, we need to say exactly what the terms are.”
“Now you learn.” Aurelia chuckled. I flicked her off.
“You touch yourself, you lose. You beg me, you lose. You come when I tell you not to.” He smirked. “You lose.”
“That’s –”
“Too hard for you?” His grin made me want to stab him.
“No. But once we leave here, that’s it. You lose.”
“I’m not going to lose.”
I snorted as we reached our room. “You’re shit at sex. You only got me off on accident, and I had to do most of the work.”
Opening our door, he shoved me inside. “Hey! I wanted to see the –”
His mouth crashed on mine, his lips moving in a glorious tango that had my eyes popping wide. Holy shit! The man could kiss.
Aurelia laughed. “He didn’t have a dick for twenty-five years. What do you think he did?”
Dammit! Fuck! Fuck me!
My pussy spasmed as he spun me around and pinned me against the door. Grabbing my hands, he yanked them over my head, and I struggled to break free, but he held them tight, having clearly already clocked that being tied down was a fetish of mine. I tried to kick him even as my lips moved beneath his, demanding more.
He pushed against me, one thick muscled thigh going between my legs as he held both my wrists in one hand, then skimmed his other down my side to hold my waist. His cock throbbed against my belly as his kiss became firmer, more demanding. When his tongue flicked across my mouth, I opened for him immediately, and the taste of him made me groan.
My hands clenching, I arched against him, grinding my pussy against his thigh as I panted beneath the onslaught of pure deliciousness that was making me squirm.
When he kissed me like this, I forgot for a moment that he hated me. Forgot that he was trying to win some stupid bet.
When he kissed me like this, I felt like a goddess being worshipped.
“Redric,” I groaned.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, sliding his hand around to my stomach. My thighs clenched at the feel of his finger slipping beneath my waistband.
I quivered as he stroked my skin, my pussy sensitive to the whole fucking area. Sagging back against the door, I panted heavily. I’m not going to beg.
“I want…” I wetted my lips as his went to my neck. My nails dug into my palms as I fought to keep my thoughts in order, my mind on the prize of winning instead of being railed against the door until I forgot my own damn name.
“I want to see the rest of the building.”
“Do you?” His finger slipped further down my trousers.
“Yes.” I nodded, the fog clearing as I grasped onto the focus of my mission. I’d been tortured six times without breaking. One fucking kiss wasn’t going to do it.
“Shit,” I cursed, my head falling back as his whole hand slid into my panties to cup me. His finger stroked up and down between my wet lips. His chuckle vibrated against my neck.
“You’re so fucking ready and desperate for me, aren’t you, Evangeline?” The pad of a finger pushed against my clit, applying a glorious pressure that made my eyes close on their own accord. I sagged against the door even as my hips lifted, taking me back to that fucking edge he’d left me at multiple times already.
“Open your eyes,” he growled “I want to make sure you’re not cheating given how easily women can hide their orgasms.”
“How would you know?” I laughed. “Everyone you’ve been with has faked it.”
Lifting his head, he pinned dark eyes on me. “Only when I used my cock.”
Then his fingers were pushing in, and I was silently begging him to rail me as I clenched around him on a small cry. He pumped in and out of me, curling his fingers to hit that special spot that was making my knees weak and my resolve weaker.
I bit my cheek to stop myself from whimpering as he led me right to the edge. Heat burned across my body, sweat glistening down my back, my head growing dizzy beneath the skilled onslaught of his fingers. My eyes grew half-hooded as I stared into his.
His grip tightened on my wrists.
His fingers curled faster inside my pussy.
As the brilliant silver of his gaze became the only thing I saw, I bucked my hips against his hand.
“Don’t come,” he sneered, his words breathless as he looked into my eyes.
I clenched every muscle in my body, fighting it back, pushing down the heat as it threatened to overwhelm me.
I stilled my hips as he kept going, stroking me, teasing me, curling his fingers to ram harder inside me.
I lifted my trembling chin in a poor display of defiance.
His gaze darkened as he searched my face, watching for the moment I broke.
But I wouldn’t.
I was the head of the fucking FI-9.
I had been tortured six –
Grinding my teeth, I shuddered, fighting it back even as I started to fall over that blissful edge. Throwing my head forward, I butted him in the face.
He jerked back right before his nose cracked, and I scrambled away on heavy pants, needing to force distance so I could regain control.
My pussy cried and cursed at me as its fingers grabbed hold of that damn fucking edge and hauled itself back up before I fell over.
The imagery of that helped me cope a little as I stared at him from across the room.
He smirked at me even as he wiped a bit of blood off his lip from where I’d hit him.
“I need to scope out the building,” I stammered. “Find a place where we can corner Ashema.”
“Of course,” he said with a smugness that said he didn’t buy that crap at all.
But still, he reached for the door and pulled it open, then gestured for me to go through.
I tried to figure out how I could exit without passing him, wondered briefly if there was a window I could use instead…
But his mocking eyes had me striding forward with a pride that would definitely be my downfall. My pulse hammered in my chest as I neared him. He lifted his wet fingers and sucked them into his mouth, his eyes hot on mine. I stumbled, missing a step before righting myself.
As I hurried from the room, my cheeks on fire and the word Coward! screaming in my ears, he chuckled and followed.