So I settle for doing it myself. Jerking off in the shower doesn’t even feel good, but I just need to get it out of my system before I do something we’ll both regret.
I can’t unleash the darkness in me. Not when she’s around.
That already happened once, and I won’t let it happen twice.
So I’ll rub one out and let the stress fall off my shoulders as I think of the way her pearly lips would smack around my cock. How she’d suck my balls and push her tits together. I imagine her eyes wide open as she looks at me from her knees, begging for my cum.
A cock would surely silence her. Deep inside her throat where the gargling sounds are the only thing coming from her mouth. No talking, no shouting, no yelling. Just her tongue gleefully sucking my length until I come.
And I do.
So fucking hard, I groan out loud, while imagining my dick buried so far inside her she gags on my cum. Fuck me, I’d give the world to hear that sound. It would teach her a thing or two about not messing with men like me. A punishment fit for a bad girl like her.
But as my orgasm subsides and my eyes slowly open, I realize I was never alone in the first place.
Dixie is watching. Her eyes are fixated on my dick and what just squirted out against the walls.
She immediately averts her eyes and walks off. Probably to the bed, since I locked the door behind me and the only key is right here in this bathroom. But fuck, I didn’t think she’d look.
I quickly rinse the walls and myself before drying off. Without clothes on, I grab my phone and my gun, and I barge out the door, setting my eyes on her. She’s hovering over the small kitchenette and pours water into a glass even though her hands are still tied. But she manages to chug it down in one go. However, when she puts it down, her hands shake.
As I place my hand on her shoulder, she jolts as if she didn’t know I was coming. As if she didn’t just commit a sin … and enjoy it thoroughly.
I could see it in her eyes, that same lust I feel whenever I think of fucking her raw.
It’s the forbidden fruit neither of us can have but both of us crave more than anything.
“Jesus,” she mutters, spinning on her heels.
“Nah, it’s just me,” I jest. I don’t know why I felt the need to make a stupid joke. Maybe to release some of the tension floating in the air.
She chuckles but rolls her eyes too, then looks away. “Whatever.”
I cock my head and chuck my phone onto the counter. “Do you always spy on guys taking showers?”
“I, uh …” she mumbles, frowning. “No, of course not, but—”
“I don’t mind.” I place my hand on the counter behind her. “Watch all you want. I’m not gonna stop.”
She swallows, staring at my lips like I am at hers. It’s hard to hold back, but I must resist. We’re bad for each other in every way.
She ruined my life, and I ruined hers. Always remember that, Brandon.
I take a deep breath, and say, “You’d better not try anything stupid, Dixie.”
“Look who’s talking.” She scoffs. “You’re the one keeping me here.”
She always thinks she can beat me at my own game. “For good reasons, and you know it.”
“Good? You call this good?” She holds up her tied hands.
I cock my head. “I’d prefer you didn’t try to escape.”
“Or kill you,” she adds. “Because I would.”
I snort. That’s far from a surprise to me, but she seems to want to rub it in any chance she gets. “Of course, you would,” I reply.
“I tried,” she says.
“And failed,” I counter, raising a brow.
She’s only trying to make herself feel better now, and it’s obviously not working, judging from the sourpuss look on her face.
“At least I had enough balls to go through with it,” she says, narrowing her eyes.
Touché.
“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t,” I reply. “Do you really wanna find out?”
“Oh, please. If you did, you would’ve done it already,” she says, and she puts her fingers against my chest and pushes me back. “Now …Go. Away.”
“We’re stuck here together. It doesn’t matter if you like it,” I reply. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes, but they linger on my waist for just a second too long. “Why are you keeping me here anyway if you don’t wanna talk and don’t wanna do anything but stare at me?”
“Who says I don’t wanna talk? I have plenty of questions for you.” I tighten the towel around my waist. “For one, why the fuck did you try to bring down the hotel, and two, what the fuck do you have against my uncle?”