Page 15 of Ruthless Contract
Was I fucking blushing?
I was!
Get it together, Rome.
I took a moment to regain my composure. While she knew what I looked like, I still leaned to the side and retrieved my black mask from the drawer. I slid the mask on, covering the lower half of my face.
Then I opened the voice modulator app and activated it. Only then did I click the link she sent and allow it access to my camera and microphone. The screen flickered briefly. Then she appeared.And fuck...
My entire body went rigid. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Juliet was sitting on her knees in the middle of her bed, thighs spread slightly beneath the oversized black shirt she wore. The thin material had ridden high enough to expose smooth brown skin.
My gaze zeroed in on her thick thighs. They were parted. If the shirt would ride up just a few more inches, I’d be able to see that pussy. Unless she was wearing panties, which would be the first thing I asked her to take off.
My mouth watered as my gaze roamed higher. The neckline of her shirt dropped low enough for me to see the swell of her breasts. It hung dangerously lower across one shoulder. If she leaned forward too far, her breasts would spill free.
The shirt itself read:ERROR 404: SELF CONTROL NOT FOUND.
I barked out a laugh before I could stop myself. A purple mask covered her face. In the place of the eyes were white Xs. And there was a huge grin painted onto the mask. It was insane, but it looked good on her.
“I like the shirt,” I told her.
“I thought you would. I had it made with you in mind.”
I was easy as hell. It didn’t take much for this woman to seduce me.
“Did you?” I drawled, trying not to let how happy that made me show.
“I did. I had the panties made with you in mind, too.”
My cock throbbed.
“Oh, really? Show me,” I told her.
Lifting her shirt to her waist, she rose to her knees so I could read the front of her black boy shorts. The words damn near made my mouth drop open. Written in purple were the words:This Pussy Belongs To Romeo.
“Fuck...” The word came out rougher than intended.
“You like them?” she teased.
Like them?Something dark moved through me as I stared at those words stretched across her body, right above her pussy.
Mine.
All fucking mine.
The thought hit me so fast it nearly knocked the breath from my lungs.
“You shouldn’t wear shit like that unless you mean it,” I told her.
I noticed the way her fingers tightened on the hem of her shirt. The way I’d responded had probably come out a little harsh. But I needed her to understand that teasing someone like me wasn’twise if she didn’t want me to hunt her down and make her teasing our reality.
“I love the panties,” I told her roughly. “But I don’t need words stretched across fabric to tell me that pussy belongs to me.”
The room went quiet except for the sound of our breathing coming through the speakers.
“Juliet...” I leaned forward, unable to take my eyes off her. “The moment you hacked into my system, you became mine in one way or another. You voluntarily stepped into my world. Remember that. Now that you're here, there will be no escaping me.”
My words were met with silence. Heavy silence. Even I hadn’t expected those words to come out of my mouth. Once they were out, I realized I meant every fucking one of them. She leaned closer to the camera.
