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My head jerks back as the words leave his lips.
This ismydoing?
Rhett continues when I’m too lost in thought to respond. “Lean back.”
“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes widening when he hooks his fingers around my panties, stripping them off of me in one motion, then stuffing them in his pocket.
His hungry eyes flicker between my bare pussy and my face. “Punishing you.”
I don’t hold back my frustration when I blurt, “For what? Trying to get the fuck away from you?”
His expression hardens and his lips thin. “You’re never getting away from me,” he pauses, falling to his knees before me. “And now you’ll be punished for what you’ve done to us.”
In the back of my mind, I’m wondering if Jim finally went back inside and is calling the police, but the reality is, I know he’s not. He doesn’t give a fuck about me. He’dloveto see me dead, and if given the right opportunity, he’d probably assist Rhett in my murder.
My heart starts pounding harder when Rhett leans in with his eyes locked on mine. He slides his tongue over my center in one quick swipe, then moans. My entire body shivers, jolting at his touch.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says as his eyes flutter.
He goes in for another taste, this time using his hands to pin my legs down, widening them. His tongue laps at my pussy, devouring it as he buries himself between my legs. When I don’t give him the reaction he’s looking for, he pulls back and then blows soft, cool puffs of air over my wet clit. The act sends chills down my spine, forcing goosebumps to the surface of my skin. He sees them and lets out a low chuckle.
We’ve been eye-fucking each other for days as he’s kept me pinned to the bed, but he hasn’t touched me again until now.Something inside him snapped when I almost got away, like I broke off a tiny piece of his control and this is his retaliation.
My punishment.
Is it more for him, or for me? I’m not sure he knows.
Rhett’s mouth closes around my clit, instantly warming it. A traitorous moan slips through my lips and my back involuntarily arches. In response, he eats me harder, shaking his head back and forth while his tongue strokes me.
Glancing down, I almost fall apart at the sight of him tongue-deep in my pussy, consuming me with his entire presence. He’s still watching me, never letting his eyes drift from mine. My hands move to his hair, pulling his mouth into me and giving me a firmer pressure.
One of his hands moves from my leg, trailing its way up to my pussy. The tips of his fingers swirl around in my arousal before he slips one inside of me, making me cry out in pleasure.
I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I should be focusing on trying to get the fuck away from him, but instead I’m letting him eat me out like I hadn’t just made a mad dash for my life, screaming at my piece of shit neighbor for help.
He dominates me, drawing an orgasm to the surface so quickly I can barely breathe.
Just as I’m about to cum, he pulls back, slapping his hand down on my pussy and ending the incoming orgasm before it has the opportunity to begin.
“What the fuck?” I huff, sitting up and closing my legs as he rises to his feet with the biggest smile plastered across his devastatingly sexy face.
“I told you this was a punishment, little nightmare. Why would I allow you the pleasure of coming?”
“You’re a prick.”
That makes his dark eyes lighten a tad as his smile widens. “I’d never claim to be anything else.”
A mixture of emotions stir through me. Confusion, sadness, arousal, and… happiness? I don’t know. There’s no reason I should be feeling even remotely happy right now, but the way he looks at me drives something out of me. It pulls on my heart strings and makes me want to know more about the man who hid behind the mask to catch me.
Chapter Six
RHETT
Iplace the pan down on the stove, ignoring the way the oil pops and sizzles, and turn to face her. Cara. My girl. My little nightmare.
She’s sitting at the table, staring at me with those wide, challenging eyes, but there’s something else beneath the surface today. I can’t pinpoint what it is exactly, but it’s there, just out of reach. A part of me wants to pull it out of her, to see if it’s real or just another trick. But I hold back. She’s good at playing games and making me question everything.
I can’t afford to slip, not now.
