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“This isn’t anywhere near your house.”

“I can walk.”

“In this heat? Don’t be ridiculous,” I say.

If I’m being honest, I’ve actually started to like being around her. I don’t know what it is about her that pulls me into her orbit, but I seem to always find myself near her without even trying. Even when I found her walking along the sidewalk, I’d just been driving around aimlessly, trying to clear my mind. I hadn’t been following her the way she might think I had, but I don’t regret running into her. She’s definitely a beautiful sight for weary eyes.

Neither of us says anything on the ride to her house. She hardly gives me time to bring the car to a complete stop before she undoes her seatbelt and reaches for the door.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I say, grabbing her arm. She glares at me and looks down at where we are connected.

“What are you doing?”

I smile at her. “You don’t think I brought you home for free, did you?” I use my free hand to undo my jeans. “I know youdon’t have money to pay me, so you can just use your mouth again. I know you’re so good at that.”

Shame and anger reflect in her gaze. “Let go of me, Tristan.”

“I will when you suck my dick, little kitten.”

“No.”

“Too bad you don’t have a choice,” I say and pull her to me. She fights against me and pushes against my thigh. “The more you fight, the longer it’ll take.”

“I swear I hate you,” she mumbles.

“I’m sure you do, sweetheart,” I taunt. “Now be a good girl and open up.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but I pull her head down, put my cock in it instead and fuck her face. Though she fights me in the beginning, it does nothing but spur me on as I hold her still and thrust my hips up.

“Can’t talk shit with a mouth full of cock, can you?” I moan. “So fucking good, baby.”

She whimpers around my cock, but she finally gets with the fucking program. She starts putting in more effort, using her hand to stroke me as she firmly sucks as much as she can fit into her mouth. People eye my car curiously as her head bobs in my lap, but I can’t be bothered to give a fuck. All I can focus on is the gorgeous woman sucking my cock and how good it feels.

“Just like that, princess,” I moan. I thrust my hips upward, her throat rippling against my cock as she gags. “Such a perfect little slut for me.”

The sound that comes from her is strange, almost a mix of disgust and desire. Pleasure vibrates through my body as my orgasm quickly approaches yet again. My grip in her hair tightens as my breath quickens.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” I moan. She sucks a little harder and strokes my cock a bit faster until I explode in her mouth with a moan that swells in the small space of my car. Tingles from theaftershock skate along my nerve endings as she cleans my cock with her tongue before finally releasing me with a soft pop. Her eyes search my face for approval, but when I don’t say anything, she scowls and pushes away from me.

I watch her as she gets out and all but slams my car door, the window rattling from the impact. For a split second, I almost feel bad. I think back to how jealous I felt to see she was more at ease with Talon earlier than she is with me, but how can I expect her to feel otherwise when I treat her as I do? I probably didn’t have to force her to do anything, but everything in me wants to break her to my will. I want to make her scream, make her beg. I want all of that, but yet I want her to look at me the same way she looks at my brother. I guess I can’t have my cake and eat it, too.

After sitting here for a moment, I consider following her into the building to apologize. And not even just for right now. I’ve probably been more violent than I needed to be, even earlier when the three of us were together. But the longer I sit here, the less appealing the idea is. Everything I’ve done up until now was for a reason, and I can’t let my conscience get the better of me. I still don’t know who this woman is or the threat she poses to me and my brother, so it’s best that I keep her at arm’s length for now.

“Fuck it,” I mumble to myself and start my car. I peel out of the parking lot and away from her apartment building. She’s owed an apology at some point, but it won’t be today.

CLEO

Ican’t get to my apartment quick enough. I swear Tristan is such a dick, and I can’t help but wonder if me leaving them is what changed him. Maybe he does know who I am, and he’s just punishing me because he’s still angry at me for leaving. At least that would make more sense than him doing all this just because I won’t tell him my name. This money can’t get here fast enough.

My legs move quickly away from him, and I’m relieved when he doesn’t follow. I race up the stairs, wanting to take another shower to wash the degrading encounter from my body and my memory. My apartment still smells like their colognes when I enter, and I’m surprised that I’m filled with longing.

“Get a grip, Cleo,” I remind myself. The minute I get my money, we’ll never see each other again. Even when I say that, the thought makes me a little sad. I can already see Talon’s sad eyes from being abandoned yet again, and I’m sure Tristan’s obvious anger issue will only get worse. I press the heels of my hands against my eyes and groan. Who would’ve thought selling my virginity would’ve made things so complicated?

I get back in the shower to wash the sweat from my skin. The cool water is comforting to my heated body as I quickly washmyself. I pause when I hear a noise, wiping water away from my face as I listen. At first, I don’t hear anything, but then I hear another thump outside of my bedroom door.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I mumble to myself as I turn the shower back off. I dry off and slip on a pair of underwear, not even bothering to cover myself since the guys have already seen me naked plenty of times. But it’s not Tristan or Talon in my apartment.

It’s my slimy landlord.

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