Nine o’clock.
I knew Kasmine’s habits better than I knew my own.
Every night at exactly nine, she came downstairs for a glass of milk.
Every. Single. Night.
I glanced at the clock on the wall Four minutes to nine.
A slow, wicked smile tugged at the corner of my lips as the perfect idea settled in my mind.
If Kasmine wanted to act like she didn’t care, then fine. I’d make her care.
I leaned in, brushing a hand along June’s bare thigh, dragging my fingers upward just enough to make her breath hitch.
“Anything?” I murmured.
Her eyes lit up.
“Yes,” she whispered eagerly. “Anything.”
I tilted her chin up, forcing her to look into my eyes.
“Then get on your knees.” H
Her lips parted, her breathing uneven.
“W-what?”
I smirked, leaning in so our lips were just a breath apart.
“You want to prove your love?” My voice dropped to a whisper, dark and edged with amusement. “Then get on your fucking knees and suck my cock like a whore.”
KESTER.
June didn’t hesitate.
Not even for a second.
The moment the words left my mouth, she dropped to her knees like a well-trained pet, eyes wide, eager, desperate to please. She looked like a pretty little whore, ready to worship my cock.
Pitiful
“Good girl,” I murmured, dragging my fingers along the side of her face, watching as she leaned into my touch like she thought it meant something.
It didn’t.
She had no fucking clue that she was nothing more than a pawn in my game. That the only reason she was even here, on her knees, was because someone else wasn’t.
“Now, take it,” I urged her as she hesitated at the sight of my cock, which wasn’t even fully erect yet.
She’d never had the opportunity to see me naked, and she probably never will after tonight.
Her delicate palms wrapped around my cock while her thumb gently stroked its tip before bringing her tongue to join the show. She was trying to be sensual, trying to put on a show, but all I felt was boredom.
Her tongue flicked over the head hesitantly before she pressed a soft, wet kiss against it.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Not even a flicker of interest.
I sighed, jaw tightening, fighting the urge to shove her away and call the whole thing off. But I controlled myself. If I wanted this to be effective, I had to make it easy for her. And the best way to do this was to picture the one person I would rather have kneel before me. Kasmine.
I closed my eyes, letting my mind conjure her instead. I imagined her small, plump lips wrapped around my hardened length while her warm breath fanned over my skin, her wide green eyes locked onto mine like a good little girl, taking everything I give her, sucking the life out of my cock.
Fuck
Blood surged violently to my lower region, my length twitching in June’s grip, swelling with the force of my thoughts alone.
She noticed.
Of course, she fucking noticed.
Her grip tightened slightly, her lips curving in satisfaction like she thought she was the reason for my reaction
Pathetic.
“Go straight to the point, June,” I gritted out, my patience razor-thin.
June’s lips stretched around my cock, her tongue flattening against the underside as she took me deeper.
She thought she was doing something
Her soft moans vibrated around my length, the sound needy, eager to please, but all it did was irritate me.
I clenched my jaw, staring blankly at the wall ahead as her lead bobbed between my legs. If I had focused on the sensations, I’d have pulled her away by now and told her to get the fuck out. But this wasn’t about her.
This was about Kastnine.
I lifted my eyes to the clock again.
8:59 PM.
One more minute.
June sucked harder, lips tightening around my shaft, her tongue swirling in an attempt to drag some reaction out of me. I didn’t give her one.
I stayed silent. Cold. Detached.
Let her think I was simply difficult to please. Let her believe this was just how I was.
She had no idea I wasn’t even looking at her.
I was waiting.
Then-soft footsteps. Upstairs.
My lips curved. It was showtime.
I tangled my fingers in June’s hair, pulling her closer until she gagged, her throat swallowing around me as she choked slightly. My grip was firm, forcing her deeper, and couldn’t bring myself to care about her discomfort.
My grip on her hair held her still, my other hand resting lazily on the armrest of the couch. I wasn’t even looking at her.
I was looking at the stairs.
Waiting.
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