Page 109 of Secret Obsession
Because if I really was good, then they wouldn’t want me to stop. Right?
Never mind that I’ve written a handful of songs on my own. They’re in a notebook that I kept stashed under my mattress.
My heart squeezes.
With all the craziness, and my sincere lack of caring aboutanythingfor the past month, that notebook has sat forgotten. But my mattress was overturned, shredded… surely I would’ve seen it?
I’ll go back after and get it. It would be nice to flip through it, maybe add to it. Now that I’m starting to process the ugly emotions that come with Knox and Miles.
Like how I can loathe one brother and feel intensely satisfied with the other.
The lesson passes in a blur, and Nora teaches me so much about my own voice. I’m singing louder, with more confidence, at the end of our thirty minutes.
“Thank you,” I tell her.
“It was my pleasure,” she says. “We’ll do this again on Tuesday, yeah?”
“Absolutely.” I grin.
I return to my lesson room, and the door swings shut behind me. My skin prickles a second before I’m grabbed from behind.
I scream into a hand that grips my face.
“Shh, wild girl,” Miles breathes in my ear. He shifts, digging his erection into my ass cheek. “These walls aren’t as soundproof as you might think. We wouldn’t want anyone coming to see you squirming, would we?”
I exhale sharply, sagging against him.
His chuckle follows, and he releases me.
“On your knees, Willow.”
I face him. His expression is a dark mask that brooks no argument.
Not that I want to argue.
I drop down easily, my body just folding. I lick my lips and stare at his crotch, now even with my face. My fingers twitch on my thighs, but I keep my hands still.
“Take it out.”
Now I move. Pulling the elastic of his sweatpants down, catching his briefs in the hook of my fingers, too. I drag it down in the front and release it when his cock and balls are free. The material slides back up an inch, lifting his balls toward me.
I groan through my teeth.
He rakes his fingers through my hair, tipping my head back. My gaze flickers up, crashing into his stormy eyes.
“You should’ve told me about your job,” he bites out.
I start to shake my head, but his grip on my hair tightens.
“No, Willow. You should’ve told me this is where you come. That this is where yousing.”
Oh God. My cheeks flame, and it spreads to my whole face.
Am I ashamed of singing?
Maybe. It’s one of those quiet hobbies that I don’t like to talk about. My attention flicks back to his cock. There’s precum oozing out of the tip, dripping past the piercing.
That’s going to ravage my throat.
