“He’s younger?” I crumple my shirt in my hands and take it to the closet, tossing it into the hamper.
“Older.” She folds one arm over her stomach, grabs her elbow with her hand. It’s a protective stance. And seeing as she’s naked, in my bedroom, she has a lot to be protective about.
I kick off my shoes and peel off my socks, leaving them both in the closet and shut the door. Her answer hits a sour note.
“He’s your older brother.” I run my thumb along the bottom of my lip. “Why’d he leave you holding the envelope today?” I ask, moving along with my questions. If I dwell too long on the fact that the fucking prick is using his little sister to hide behind, I might get derailed.
“I don’t know what happened. He was supposed to meet me at the deli. He must have gotten caught up with something.”
She’s making excuses for him. I wonder how long she’s done this for him, blocking him from trouble.
Yeah. I don’t want to go down this road right now. I’ll end up sending Viktor out to find this prick tonight. And I promised he wouldn’t be hurt when I agreed to take her deal. I’m an asshole. But I honor my word.
Her eyes go wide when I grab my belt buckle and work it open. A tremor of uncertainty flashes in her eyes before she masks it again.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to jump you,” I assure her as I pull the belt free of my pants. “You look like you’re about to face your death.”
She looks away.
When I approach her, I can see the tiny little bumps on her arms. The air conditioning in here keeps the room cool, but I think there’s an entirely different reason for her reaction. I fold my belt in half and run the leather down her bare arm. Again, her throat works.
“What did I say about what to wear when you were in here?” I ask the question, bringing my mouth closer to her ear. I can almost hear her muscles lock.
“I already explained.”
“You did.” I move the leather across her chest, dipping it into the valley between her breasts. Her dark pink nipples are pebbled. Her stomach trembles as I drag the belt across it.
“I… not with the belt.” She turns away from me.
“No?” I bring it back to her breasts, lightly tapping the folded end on her hardened nipples. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. To keep from reacting, I think.
I don’t like it.
“Let’s see if you can avoid the belt then. Is your ass still sore?” I move the belt to my left hand, letting it dangle behind her. I could just look at her ass, it’s bare and right there, but I want her to answer instead.
“It’s fine.” She raises that damn chin again.
“Hmm. And your pussy?” I trail the back of my hand down her stomach until I reach the small triangle of dark curls. Trimmed, not bare.
“It’s fine too.” She keeps her voice firm, her eyes fixated elsewhere.
Well, this won’t do. All this hiding.
I fist the curls in my fingers. It’s a shock, I’m sure, and she stumbles forward half a step. Her eyes flash at me, her mouth drops open with her gasp.
“You were wet before. Are you still?” I don’t let go. I keep her firmly in place, her shoulder in the middle of my chest. “Show me.”
She doesn’t move.
“Dip your finger into your pussy and show me,” I explain, twisting my fist just enough for her to feel it.
Her chest heaves as she takes deeper, faster breaths.
But she’s still not moving. She’s frozen.
Maybe I am going to have to use my belt on her after all.