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193 pages, Paperback
First published May 6, 2020



Her hands grasp the sheets tighter, the gold chain lingering out to the side. I watch it moving as she does, glare at the fact that I can’t control it or her. Faster and faster his hand moves, the other one keeping her hip still under his assault. I can hear the sounds again now. Wet, thick sounds. She moans louder, making me push my dick down through my pants to ease the pressure. Damn thing wants anything but this separation. It wants inside her like those fingers are, her wet cunt wrapped around it. I grunt and widen my legs, straightening my back to ease the density building inside me, and glare harder as Dillon unbuttons his pants and begins shoving her around like the toy she’s becoming for him. A low growl reverberates out of me, the room I’m in seeming like a damn cage I can’t get out of all of a sudden. One move from me now, one knock on that window, and I can stop this, but I can’t get the vision of his dick ramming into her out of my mind. I lick my lips, teeth biting down on the corner of them, as I watch him line up and grip her hips harshly. An internal war rages like never before, making me question what the fuck I brought her here for. Distraction? This isn’t a distraction I’m used to. I normally relish it, revel in the visual and take the offer to fulfil my own needs, but this is interfering with something deep inside. It’s intrusive. She is. The groan that leaves me, as he runs the tip across her pussy, is enough for her to turn her head. She looks at the black Perspex, heavy lids and a panting mouth staring right at me even though she can’t see me. Everything stops for a second or two, including my mind, until I see her close her eyes and moan again. My spine goes rigid, hand barely needing to move on my pants to bring myself off. I lift my dick out again and watch as the come starts flooding out of me onto my hand. I grunt through it, watching her body rock, shoulders shifting harshly back and forth, and then keep my hand moving slowly. That’s never happened before here. Not once. No woman has made me come without my own assistance before her.
One hand goes to his leg, and she slowly pulls herself up until she’s on her knees. A slap rings off the side of her face before she’s got herself fully balanced, the force and shock of it sending her straight back to the floor again. “Leave her alone.” “No. You know how to stop this. I’ll listen if you ask.” “You know I won’t.”He grabs hold of her hair and drags her away from me, no care for her thrashing legs and arms, and tosses her towards a wall. Her head rebounds off it, a shriek coming out of her mouth because of the impact. “I’m not doing this, Malachi.”He laughs. He laughs loudly and picks her hair up again, baiting me with the next hit he’ll give her. I step backwards, knowing there’s only two ways to stop this. One is leaving, the other engaging. I’m not doing the second option. “Gray,” croaks out of her. I ignore it and step backwards again. She’s made her choice. I’m not it, couldn’t be even if she did decide to leave with me. Maybe she’ll learn something here with Malachi, evolve past the maudlin place she’s in. My body turns, no last glance at her this time, and I walk out of the room. The scream that comes the moment my feet hit the hall sounds terrified. Not my problem. I stride on, listening to it ringing around the corridors, and try to stop the need to go back to her.