. . . she’s not worth the time to walk over here.”
“And you’re not worth the breath that sentence took. So let’s cut this short. Cat is under my protection. You don’t talk to her. You don’t touch her. Is that simple enough for you?”
A flicker of anger crosses Lola’s face. She quickly smooths it away, putting out a hand to still Carter and Belkie, who shift menacingly in their seats.
“And what do I get in return?” she inquires. “After all . . . Cat lost the Quartum Bellum for us.”
“You did that to yourself,” I say coldly. “In fact, I should break your fucking neck for trying to break hers. As for what ‘you get’—how about I let your henchmen keep their arms. Unless they try to stand up from those seats again, in which case, I’ll use Carter’s fist to beat Belkie’s fuckin’ head in.”
Lola toys with a lock of her shining hair, her eyes bright with interest, as if she’d enjoy watching that happen, even to her own friends.
She stands up, crossing the space between us with an unnecessary swaying of hips.
“I’ve always thought you had a certain spark that I find quite . . . fascinating,” she says, trailing her fingers up my arm.
Her floral perfume fills my nostrils. It stinks.
I shake her off, roughly.
“There’s nothing interesting about you,” I say.
Now Lola isn’t smiling at all. Her face is pale and pinched, her lips disappearing in one thin line.
“Stay away from Cat,” I warn her. “Or suffer the consequences.”
I turn away from Lola and stride off, feeling certain that if she had a knife close at hand she’d fling it between my shoulder blades.
Trying to focus on my exams is torture, when all I want to think about is Cat.
Our last week is slipping away faster than I can believe.
Next Monday is Christmas Eve. The end of our agreement.
I’m determined to make the most of the time I have left, by executing every dark fantasy I’ve had on Cat’s willing body.
There’s one thing in particular I’m aching to try.
I want to fuck her in the ass.
I can’t stop thinking about it, ever since I put that plug in her.
I’ve never tried it before. Never wanted to.
But the way Cat responds to being touched there is so fucking enticing . . . it’s like I discovered this secret button that overrides every other impulse. She can’t resist it, no matter how uncomfortable it makes her feel.
That delicious combination of resistance and submission is irresistible to me.
I’ve been having a hell of a time getting the supplies I need on the island. With Miles Griffin gone, I’ve had to go to the much less effective Louis Faucheux for contraband and pay his goddamn outrageous prices. He charged me $400 for that steel plug.
Doesn’t matter—so far it’s been worth every penny.
Tonight I tell Cat to meet me earlier than usual up in the Bell Tower. I want to have plenty of time to work on her.
She arrives precisely on time, knowing the consequences if she’s late. Without me even asking, she begins to undress until she’s fully naked.
“What song do you want?” she asks, looking toward the silent speaker.
“I’ll do it,” I say.
Cravin’ — Stileto
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“And what do you want me to do?” she says, quietly, her dark eyes looking up at me.
“Get in position,” I order.
Obediently, Cat sinks to her knees in the middle of the floor. She sits on her heels, shoulders back, chest out, hands clasped lightly behind her.
I circle her slowly, examining her body from every angle in the guttering candlelight.
Her beautiful breasts have a rosy glow. Her slim waist flares out to a full, heart-shaped ass resting on those bare feet.
Yet it’s her face that draws my gaze—delicate, soft, with a hidden wickedness that flickers in and out of being like candlelight.
Her nipples stiffen and I know that when I touch her pussy it will already be wet.
I strip off my clothes slowly, folding them and laying them in a neat pile. Cat’s dark eyes watch my every movement. They slide over my skin. Now her nipples are pebble hard.
My cock hangs down heavy and swollen. It swings as I walk toward her.
I grasp it in my hand and trail the head across her lips.
Cat’s mouth opens slightly.
“Put out your tongue,” I order.
Cat extends her soft pink tongue.
I rub the head of my cock across it until a little clear fluid runs down onto her tongue.