Page 78 of The Monster I Am
It dawns on me that my hand is still fisted by my head against the ground, but I’m no longer being held down by Bexley. Clearly she would have had to let me go when she slid down my body, but I took no notice, still frozen in place by her ghostly touch like my own body has decided to betray my mind.
“Shit,” I hiss, flashes of celestial light appearing out of nowhere in my optics as she deep throats me. “Bexley—stop.”
“Mm-mm.”
I can only assume that’s a sound of refusal because she doesn’t pull back, and as my balls start to tingle, I’m horrified to realize that I’m about to lose this fight.
My hand flies toward her face, attempting to grab her jaw… or hair. Whatever, really. Anything to pull her back before I…
“Mm!” She swats my hand away and I go to glare at her, spotting the damn blindfold again.
And… Shit. That does me.
Control? Gone. Power? Non-existent.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I pant in quick succession, but it’s too late. A low roaring growl rips from me as I come hard down her throat, hands clasping her head firmly.
I don’t know how much time passes before I’m finally coherent and semi-functioning again, but when I search for her, I find myself looking into bright green eyes. The blindfold is on the floor next to us, and she smiles softly at me, before scanning the room to ascertain our location.
“We’re in Willowbrook?” She asks, amused.
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly. “Beats being at my house and I don’t know anywhere else with a piano that’s private. Perks of having a key.”
Bexley laughs. “I like your sneaky side, Hunter. Even if it is suspicious as fuck.”
“Well, right back at you,” I mumble, still trying to figure out if I’m alive or ascending the Earth somehow. “Rylan made us some food.”
She glances around until her eyes land on the picnic basket—that part courtesy of Tai and Sophia—before her face softens.
I can see the moment it all starts to hit her—the thought, the planning, the team coordination effort. About three different emotions cross her face consecutively, eyes shining with unshed tears.
Finally, she composes herself, still teary-eyed as she beams softly at me. “That sounds good. But I think I want some more dessert first.”
And suddenly I'moverpoweredfor a second time as Bexley climbs onto my hips and lowers herself until my hard-again cock is fully sheathed inside her.
Oh, well. I think I can live without control. Who needs it, anyway?
Chapter twenty-five
Tai
“Oh, dear sister,” I call out in a sing-song tone when I reach our shared hallway and strut toward her bedroom. “We need to talk. And yes—you are absolutely in deep,deepshit.”
No reply comes from within her open door, and I can just picture Soph’s face of annoyance in preparation for mybeautifulmug when I rip her a new one.
If she thought she could get away with being sneaky behind my back, I’m not the brother she thought I was.
See—information comes easy to me. Whether that’s by my own means with coding and hacking, or by forcing it out of people, Ialwaysfind things out.
How Sophia thought she was going to get away with her devious plan is beyond me. I’m assuming she saw Bex as a protective feature… like anti-virus software. But common household anti-virus systems are no match for advanced firewalls and decryption. And yes—I’m elite with my skills. Let’s not waste precious time trying to deny it.
“Hey! Did you hear me?” I say loudly, swinging rapidly around into her doorway. I’m ready to confront her but an empty room stares mockingly back at me, making me feel a little stupid. Only a little though. My theatrics should always be witnessed. I’ve spent many years perfecting my artsy craft.
My frustration quickly fizzles out to irritation at the vacant space. Immediately, that blows out completely when I spot her beloved Kindle still atop her reading chair.
Not finding Soph in here isn’t a cause for alarm. But the abandoned, left behind Kindle definitely is.
Unless… she planned that to distract me.
