15. Every Reason Not To #3
I smiled and stepped back, nodding. Then I rushed to my room and got into bed.
I gave up on sleep after tossing and turning for an hour.
I reached for my phone and turned it back on, even though Callum had warned me against it until a new one could be delivered tomorrow.
The screen lit up with all the missed calls and messages from Allegra, and I hated the way my stomach dropped when there was nothing from anyone else.
My finger hovered over the button to turn it off again. My heart felt like it was about to rip itself out of my chest when a new message came through from an unknown number.
I pressed the message, and my next breath shuddered out of me. It was a video. The caption beneath it said:
This is what just thinking of you does to me, Bella Ribelle.
Heat immediately shot through my body, forcing me to kick the covers off as I panted. Was this what I thought it was? Had he sent me a naughty video?
Because I had zero self-control, I took a deep breath and pressed play.
Sani’s gorgeous face filled the screen, gazing up at the camera in a relaxed pose on his bed with one muscular arm resting behind his tousled black hair.
His lips curled into a half-smirk that sent intense tingles racing through me, and I drew in another breath when I saw the tattoo dedicated to me sitting proudly at the top of his shoulder.
He tilted the camera so it panned down his unbelievable torso, showing off more ink on his firm pecs and then delicious abs that I wanted to lick.
Please tell me he was using a filter. In no universe could they be real.
The camera moved down to his perfect, long, and very hard cock that looked so aggressive with thick veins and his Prince Albert piercing through the head.
Holy fucking shit. I’d never seen a pierced dick before until I’d gotten a glimpse of his when he stripped at the hospital, but now I was getting a close-up. It was so hot.
His cock jumped, smacking back down against his stomach, and he groaned, the sexiest sound I’d ever heard from behind a phone.
“No one touches this but you, Bella Ribelle. Not even me. It’s all yours. What do you want to do with it?” His deep voice made my clit throb. The video ended. Edging accomplished.
I groaned, dropping my phone onto my chest, and closed my eyes.
My body squirmed, and I felt like I was on fire, the need to touch myself tearing at my sanity.
This was bad. So bad. Yet I watched the video three more times, growing more and more aroused each time.
A new message appeared that made my heart stop.
You like looking, naughty girl? You’ve watched the video four times. Are you touching yourself over me?
I sat bolt upright, flinging the phone down in panic. How the hell did he know? My head whipped around the room, scanning for anything suspicious. Did he plant cameras here? Was he watching me right now?
Rage overpowered desire as I grabbed my phone and typed back.
Are you spying on me? Is there a hidden camera in my room, you psycho?
Not anymore. I removed it. You can thank me later.
I frowned, completely baffled by what the hell he was talking about. Was there a camera in here before, but he took it away? Why? And why the hell was I disappointed that he wasn’t watching me right now? There was something seriously wrong with me.
I know you’ve watched the video four times for the same reason you can’t show the police my texts, little rebel. I’m a genius.
My nostrils flared as I narrowed my eyes at the screen, hoping he’d somehow feel my annoyance through the phone. Even if he did, he ignored it.
So you were touching yourself. Don’t be shy. Let me watch.
I scoffed. As if I would be stupid enough to send him footage of me doing something like that, so he could blackmail my father.
Never in a million years.
You only want to watch me? I’ll put on a show for you if that’s what you need.
I don’t need anything from you.
I told you, beautiful, I’m the only man who gets to give you what you need. Let me prove it.
I thought you said that dick belonged to me and you weren’t going to touch it?
It belongs to you. And I’m not going to touch it. But I can still show you how I fuck.
Cristo. This man. Where did he come from? Who gave him the right to say such filthy, sexy things that I’d never be able to forget?
I would not reply. This had already gone too far.
Leaving my phone on the bed, I climbed out and went into my ensuite, contemplating whether to have a cold shower to rid myself of this insufferable ache between my legs.
Instead, I splashed cold water on my face and stared at my reflection in the mirror, giving myself an internal pep talk.
I am stronger than my insatiable desire for a bad man. I will not touch myself while thinking about his hands, his lips, his eyes, or that pierced dick. I am going to turn my phone off and go to sleep.
I did my skincare routine, repeating those lines again and again in my head, and then climbed back into bed. I grabbed my phone and froze when I saw he’d sent a new video just seconds ago. The caption underneath read:
I was imagining you beneath me the entire time. Next time you will be, la mia bella ribelle.
I am stronger than my insatiable desire for a bad–
I hit play.