Page 17 of The Monster I Am
I grab his wrist firmly as his fingers brush the outside of my underwear. “I’m not sure luck is on your side,” I tell him, referring to our earlier conversation in History.
Tai’s eyes darken, lips twisting into a cocky smirk. “I make my own luck, Bex.”
Our hands literally shake as we grapple, battling our strength. Tai quickly overpowers me and I bite my lip to hold back a gasp when he grabs my underwear, ripping them clean from my body.
Fucking hell. This version of Tai Beckett is hazardous to my health.
His hand suddenly wraps around my neck as he pushes my head back into the leather seat. Leaning forward, his lips hover over mine, our eyes locked. “The things I was going to do to you that night,” he murmurs huskily. “I wanted to rip that fucking red dress off your body and bury myself in you.”
He grazes my slit with his finger and I have to fight to stop myself from reacting. “Your sister bought me that dress. She’ll kill you if you ruin it.”
“I’d buy you another. And another. Depends on how long it takes for me to ruinyouin it.”
I can’t stop my eyes from fluttering closed as his finger pushes inside my body, back arching off the seat to chasemore. I’m aware that I’m pressing harder into the hand on my throat too, making questionable decisions regarding my ability to breathe after what just happened. Ah, well. At this point, I no longer care about anything except the man pumping his finger in and out of my cunt.
To my disappointment, he pulls back the hand on my neck, and I go rigid, preparing for another physical power exchange. But surprisingly, he reaches into his pocket, extracting his phone.
When I raise a curious eyebrow, Tai just smirks, tapping the screen.
His finger never slows, still fucking me. I’m ready to give him a verbal smackdown about his manners, because frankly, a lady’s orgasm deserves full attention, when I realize that the phone is suspiciously angled towards my parted thighs.
“Are you filming this?” I manage to ask as he slides a second finger in.
Tai’s eyes flick back up to my face. “Just a little present for Ry. What type of friend would I be if I didn’t show him this beautiful wet cunt?”
I’m stunned by his admission. The rational part of me wants to scold him. But the other part? I’m fairly certain I’m on the verge of drenching his handandseat at the idea of Rylan getting a video of me coming for his best friend.
Tai seems to know where my thoughts are at, lips suddenly slamming into mine. In my peripheral vision, I see him point the camera directly at us, and it spurs me on, tongue seeking his out as my hands claw his face.
“I want you to show Rylan what he’s missing,” Tai murmurs against my lips. “All over my fucking hand. Come for the camera, pretty girl.”
My body trembles as his thumb starts circling my clit, the sound of Tai’s skilled fingers driving in and out of my pussy easily loud enough for the audio to pick up. He buries his face into my neck, biting and sucking the delicate skin as I arch into him.
There’s nothing I can do to stop the climax that Tai rips out of me, his name spilling from my lips with a loud cry.
Slowly, he retracts his hand, camera still pointing at us. His thumb hooks my bottom lip, forcing my mouth open. He drags the pad of his thumb down the center of my tongue before slamming his lips to mine.
I’m not sure if it’s the taste of me or the facthe’s making me taste myself, but Tai carelessly drops the phone with a thud, device quickly forgotten as he hastily reaches for the seat lever and flings us backwards.
Pretty sure Rylan will receive a lengthy video of the floor mats, but the audio of me screaming Tai’s name again is loud and clear.
Chapter five
Rylan
“Declined, sir.”
“Are you sure? Can you run it again, please?”
The machine makes the unfamiliarbeeponce more, the cashier sending me an awkward, apologetic smile while avoiding direct eye contact. “Sorry. Do you have another card you’d like to use?”
Sighing, I pull my wallet out, slapping a bill on the counter. The bastard actually cut me off. I expected it was coming, which is why I started withdrawing backup cash from my account weeks ago.
He’s probably waiting for me to bring it up. Except he’s deliberately chosennowof all times to freeze access.
My father departed for the state capital early this morning for a work trip. I bet if I called him, it’d just go straight to voicemail. This is a classic Astor strategy—a shakedown.
It used to work. It’s not the first time he’s resorted to financial manipulation to get control over me, and I doubt it will be the last. There’s only one problem here. Max Astor, the man whousually accounts and prepares for every possible scenario, has failed to consider a new variable.
