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 head 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 Kasmine.
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 I 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.
And then-she appeared.
Kasmine.
She stepped into view, her frame small and delicate, caught in the golden glow of the chandelier overhead.
And then she froze.
Right there, mid-step, her entire body locked in place as her eyes landed on us… On me.
At the sight of June on her knees, my cock buried in her mouth.
The way her lips parted, a sharp inhale caught in her throat. The way her hands twitched, fingers curling like she wanted to claw at something-at me.
And the way her emerald eyes-always so bright, so damn expressive-glistened.
“Ah. Fuck.” I let out a low, throaty moan, dragging June rougher onto my cock, my hips thrusting forward.
I didn’t break eye contact with Kasmine.
Not for a second.
I wanted her to see.
Wanted her to feel it.
Wanted her to burn.
June, who was totally oblivious to the show, whimpered against my length, her moans vibrating against my shaft as she tried to keep up with my pace.
I wish she knew all this wasn’t about her.
It was about the girl standing there-the girl watching.
The girl whose hands were shaking.
And fuck-I was enjoying every bit of it.
“Fuck! June…” I licked my lips, throwing my head backward, my eyes rolling into their sockets for a moment before resting my eyes on Mine again, “You suck me so well, baby, fuck.”
She never left. She just stood there, unmoving, as if struck by lightning.
Her reaction-the raw, unfiltered look on her face-was exactly what I’d wanted. I leaned back, enjoying every second of her discomfort, every flicker of pain in her eyes.
Just as her tears began to fall, almost tugging at something in my chest, she covered her mouth with her palms and scurried away back into her room.
A satisfied smirk played on my lips as June kept up with whatever she thought she was doing. But I was done. She had served her purpose.
I detangled my fingers from her hair and stopped thrusting abruptly. She paused, unsure if she should continue or not, but I helped her decide by gently shoving her off.
“What…” She looked as confused as a virgin on her wedding night.
“Go to bed, June. I’m done.”