Starlet: A Dark Retelling - Cora Kenborn Page 0,81

be the only thing to explode.”

“Seven days is a long time.” Her voice is barely audible as she lifts the arm rest separating her seat from mine. “We should do something about that.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Even in the dark, I can see a different look in her eyes. “Want to know my second wish, Genie?”

No.

“Yes.”

“Well”—she drags a nail down the prominent bulge in my jeans—“I’ll have to rub the lamp to make it come true.”

I should stop her. Bringing her here wasn’t about me. It was to drag her out of whatever hole she’d fallen into. But, goddamn, the moment she unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the zipper, I become mute. All I can do is watch as she reaches inside and pulls out my hard cock.

Right here.

In the movie theater.

When she wraps her hand around the base, giving it a few thorough strokes, I can’t stop the low rumble in my throat from traveling out my mouth. I try to focus, but everything goes blurry.

“Rook,” I rasp, gripping the remaining arm rest so hard, my muscles shake. “I can’t…” I growl again as she flicks the tip with her thumb, making whatever was blurry go black. “Christ! Been too long. People…hear…” I’m so wound up I can’t even speak in complete sentences.

“Then I guess you’re just going to have to keep quiet.” Reaching toward the floor with a wicked grin, she returns only to shove a handful of popcorn in my mouth. “There. Now both our mouths will be full.”

Holy. Shit.

I can’t argue. My mouth is stuffed so full I can’t even chew. All I can do is breathe through my nose as Angel takes a firm grip, opens her mouth, and draws me in so deep, I hit the back of her throat. I groan, the curse muffled by a mouthful of soggy popcorn. Pumping her hand, she sucks even harder, and I lose it. I don’t know if it’s ecstasy or pain, but I don’t give a fuck. If it’s the latter, it’s the best pain I’ve ever known, and I’ll chase it for the rest of my life.

Fuck the people.

Fuck the movie.

Fuck being quiet.

I’m about to come and it’s going to be brutal. Grabbing the back of Angel’s wig, I rip it off and toss it on the floor. Twisting a handful of her long, dark hair around my fingers, I guide her up and down my dick as I fuck her mouth.

My head is spinning with so many dirty things I want to say to her. But I can’t because I have a mouthful of damn popcorn. So, I groan. I grunt. I pull her hair tighter and chase the orgasm I know is going to ruin me.

Faster. Deeper.

Then there’s no escape. My balls tighten, and a violent contraction hits so hard I throw my head back against the seat, popcorn flying out of my mouth as I come into hers.

“Finish,” I rasp, dragging in air as my hips jerk. “Finish what you started.”

I glance down as she looks up at me through those long eyelashes, swallowing every drop and licking me clean.

“I swear to God, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”

Angel rises with the devil in her eyes and runs her index finger along her chin.

I don’t know what possesses me to ask. I’m sitting in a packed movie theater with my dick out and my cum staining the lips of the most famous woman in the world, yet the only thing I can think to say is, “What was your third wish?”

Smiling, she picks the bag of popcorn up off the floor and settles back in her seat, popping a piece in her mouth. “Truth.”

Angel and I left the movie theater with one thing on our minds.

I lost count of how many red lights I ran and how many illegal turns I made, and still, we never made it past the garage. As soon as I turned off the ignition, I bent her over the hood of the car and fucked a dent into it.

Now we’re in her bed where she’s riding me like her life depends on it, and for the third time tonight, I nearly black out.

“Fuck!” Digging my fingers into her hips, I give one final thrust and roar her name.

Letting out a shudder, Angel lifts herself off me and tumbles onto her back. Neither of us say anything. Mainly, because I don’t know what to say. I guess normal people would