Six(32)

“It doesn’t.”

“Good, then you can stop acting like a pissy brat.”

My jaw dropped and my arms relaxed. Fine. “What now, Master?”

He glared at me and put his foot to the gas. “Now I’m going to bend you over, lift your dress just over your ass, and f*ck your *. The question is…in public or over the desk in our room?”

He’d just kissed a woman in front of me and was talking about not only kissing me with that red shade still slightly visible, but f*cking me too.

“Did she turn you on that much?”

“Lacey,” he growled in warning. “I’m going to shove my dick in you because you f*cking made it hard the second you put on that dress. Knowing you’re bare underneath…” He reached down and palmed the bulge in his pants. “I almost bent you over in that room and f*cked you right in front of them.”

In front of them? In front of her?

One f*cking point to Paisley, zero for blonde bitch.

“Public.” The whispered word shot out of my mouth before I could stop it. * clenching at just the idea. That would show blondie.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.”

His hand moved to my leg, slipping between my thighs and up under my short dress. I sucked in a breath when his fingertips grazed my clit and sunk further down. There was no stopping my hips from rising, drawing his fingers in and deeper. Positioning him right where I wanted him.

“What the f*ck is so addictive about this * that it drives me crazy?” he asked as his fingers slipped inside, the palm of his hand pressing against my clit.

“The obnoxious mouth that comes with it?”

He let out a low chuckle, his hand curling and drawing my hips off the seat.

Sadly, it was then we pulled back up to the hotel and he removed his hand, making me whimper.

If I didn’t watch it, I was bound to become addicted to him. Which, considering he was going to kill me, was a very bad idea.

His arm was around my waist as we walked toward the elevator. My heart sunk, adrenaline waning. Fun times were not going to be in public. I wasn’t an exhibitionist or anything, but the thought of someone watching drove me wild.

There were a few people waiting, and an older woman gave me a curt smile. It wasn’t like I had my tits hanging out or anything, but my guess was the length of it was too short for her taste.

When the elevator arrived, I stepped forward, but he pulled me back. “Wait.”

As the doors closed, there was a ping as the elevator behind us opened up. A few people unloaded, then we stepped on.

Before the doors were even shut he turned me around and pushed on my back, bending me over as he pressed his hips against me.

His fingers tangled into my hair and pulled my head up while he held my back down, forcing it to arch.

Leaning over me, his teeth nipped at my neck. “I’ve been waiting to f*ck you in those shoes since I bought them.”

He let go of my hair, and I put my hands up against the wall for balance. At that angle, I felt the air move around my almost exposed *. The hem of my dress moved up until I felt his hand passing over my ass, his fingers rubbing against my slit and hitting my clit.

A sharp sting on my left cheek made me hiss, then I felt his consuming desire when his fingers dug into my flesh.

He reached out and hit a few buttons. The elevator gave a jolt, causing my hips to sway and bump into the hot head of his cock.

The man got it out fast and began running it against my wet opening before slipping in.

My mouth popped open, spine tingling.

Nothing beat the first thrust.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed as he rotated his hips, moving in and out.

The elevator slowed down and stopped on the first button he hit. My heart stopped as the doors slid open, muscles tensing, but there was nobody waiting.

They slid closed again and Six fisted my hair again, pulling my head back and changing the angle he was hitting inside.

A low moan crawled out of me as my eyes fluttered. My calves burned from the shoes and the position I was in, but I didn’t care.

My killer’s cock was in me along with the thrill of people seeing me get off on it.

It was official—I was sick and twisted.

The doors opened, and I recognized the two men we’d run into earlier as they stared at us with the most hilarious stunned expressions. Much to my surprise, they stepped on, unable to take their eyes off Six’s cock slamming into me.

His fingers dug deeper into my hip and he sped up. A shattering whimper slipped from my open mouth, and I clenched down on him.

“That’s it, baby, milk my cock.”

Fuck. Me.

The words were out of place for Six. He was playing the roll and showing off to the men in front of us.

They were watching me get f*cked. Two good looking guys stared at me like they wished they were him.

Incomprehensible sounds forced their way out of me with each thrust. There was no way to hold them in, even if I wanted to. His body drew them from mine. A song of pleasure that spurred him on.

Every muscle was tight, all my nerves vibrating as he played my body. No sound came out, then a wailing scream as I broke, convulsing as I came.

There was no reprieve for me. He was still hard.

The elevator stopped on another floor and I froze, but once again, nobody was there. Our onlookers continued to watch, one of them running his hand along the hard-on tenting his pants.