Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278

SPARROW

Once we were settled in the living room, I studied Scarlett and Tasha from the couch, letting the silence stretch until it had its fill.

“I am guessing neither of you is hungry, right?”

They both nodded.

“Good.” I got to my feet, letting my gaze settle on Tasha. “You wait here,” I told Scarlett. Then to Tasha “You come with me.”

She followed me into the bedroom without a word, her footsteps soft on the floor and I heard the door close behind us.

I turned to face her and waited.

Nothing happened.

She stood in the middle of the room, her hands clasped in front of her, her fingers twisting together like she was trying to wring water from them. Her eyes darted around the room, at the bed, at the windows, anywhere but at me. The silence stretched, and I let it, watching her squirm.

I frowned. She was not a newbie. Scarlett had told me the girls had been trained, had been sent on missions, had learned at the feet of a professional. So who exactly was she putting on this timid little act for? I found it annoying, and the interest I had felt in the living room began to curdle.

“Get on your knees,” I said flatly. “And suck my cock.”

She went down slowly, like a dancer lowering herself to the floor, and her hands trembled as she reached for my belt. I watched her fumble with the buckle, watched her fingers shake as she worked the zipper down, and a part of me wanted to stop her right there. But I let her continue. I wanted to see where this performance ended.

She pulled my cock free and took me into her mouth.

It was boring.

She sucked slowly, sloppily, her tongue barely moving, her rhythm so tentative it felt like she was afraid of breaking me. There was no heat in it, no hunger, none of that desperate, greedy devotion that had made Scarlett’s mouth feel like a revelation. This was a girl going through the motions, and doing it badly. I watched her bob her head with all the enthusiasm of a woman scrubbing a stain, and I felt my cock soften in her mouth.

I gave her thirty seconds. Then I grabbed her under the arms, hauled her to her feet, and flung her toward the bed.

She landed on the mattress with a soft gasp, her eyes wide, and I climbed over her. Her dress was short, barely covering her thighs, and I pushed it up with one hand, expecting her to fight me or at least to help. She just lay there, staring at the ceiling, her breath coming in shallow little hitches. She took the dress off herself when I tugged at it, moving like a doll, and I found myself staring down at her body.

Her breasts were full, heavy, the nipples pink and tight, and for a moment I felt that stir of interest return. Then I looked lower.

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