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I set my wine glass down. Then I leaned over him, placing my hands on the back of his chair and my mouth very close to his. “Why are you so mean?”
“I’m not always mean,” he murmured against my lips. “I can be very nice.”
“Hmm. I wonder if you can.”
My gaze dropped to his hard cock.
I drifted my hand down to touch the little notch in the head, then drifted my fingertip down the shaft. It flexed under my touch and he gave a soft, guttural growl.
“Tell me.” I met his eyes. “Do you hate me or like me more?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” His gaze drifted down to my lips. “I told you to kneel.”
“Yes, you did.”
I stood up, drinking him in.
As I did, he pushed his jeans slowly down his legs to his ankles and spread his knees wide.
Then I got down on my knees in front of him.
Anddamn, that was a favorable angle. A solo-porn angle. Very dude-with-a-big-dick-gives-himself-some-self-love angle. Big, swollen ball sac resting between his thighs. Long, thick shaft and that plump head… All he had to do was put his hand on it and start pleasuring himself to give me the show of my life.
He didn’t.
He picked up his drink and took a leisurely sip, just watching me.
Maybe he wanted to feel like a king, having me down on my knees and sucking him off while he lounged there like royalty and barked orders.
Maybe he wanted to make me choke on it and pull my hair.
He could do that.
As long as it got us both off.
But no one was taking my power. I’d strut naked down the halls of our old high school at the next reunion, head held high, without a qualm. I wasn’t scared of where we’d both come from anymore. I wasn’t scared of that beautiful boy in the halls who rarely even looked at me.
I let my gaze drift down to his lap. His cock strained. He liked the attention. Maybe he liked being teased. Having to wait for it.
Maybe he was used to having it thrown at him. A woman on her knees… doing everything he said.
Maybe he liked it that I didn’t always do what he said. But for sure, he’d like it when I did.
My eyes roamed back up his body and locked with his.
“Tell me what you want, Dane,” I said. “And I might just do it.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Dane
Devi knelt before me, her dark eyes on my cock, then on my face. And the obvious move would be to tell her to suck me off. Right the fuck now.
But I didn’t want her to suck me off.
I wanted to fuck her.
I needed to fuck her.
