My cheeks burn as I think about the things we’ve been up to recently.
“I know he’s been watching you.”
“Sneaking in through my open window and being a creep, you mean?”
“Originally, yeah. But I know you’ve shut him out.”
“Okay… I don’t really know where this is going,” I say, a frown marring my brow.
“Don’t shoot the messenger, okay? And I organised something in retaliation.”
“Retaliation,” I mutter. “That’s something I could get on board with.”
“See, this is how I know we share the same blood, Shorty.”
“Keep talking.”
“Theo’s a control freak, I’m sure you’ve figured that out by now. He likes… being in control and knowing what’s happening. He’s also fucking obsessive. But I’ve never seen him as bad with anything as he is with you, Em. He’s so fucking gone for you, it’s laughable.”
I stare at him with my brow raised.
“Yeah, okay, I’m totally whipped too, whatever. Anyway, his watching you extends beyond sneaking into your bedroom. Ever feel like you’ve always got his eyes on you?”
It takes longer for the penny to drop than it really should.
Memories of him responding to my questions and demands last night slam into me.
“Motherfucker,” I bark, shooting up from the end of my bed. “He’s been fucking watching me. How?” I demand, turning on Seb.
“He’s got cameras in your room.”
“H-he… He… Fuck, Seb. Do you realise how fucked up that is?”
“Yeah, and just a little bit hot. What have you been showing him, Emmie?”
“Oh my God,” I drop my head into my hands, thinking of the last few nights, getting myself off with his name as a plea on my lips. “Oh my God.”
Seb laughs, the fucking dickhead. “Yeah, his balls are bluer than fucking Papa Smurf’s right now. Anyway, I thought a little payback was in order.”
I stare at him as he brings the tablet to life, opens an app, and spins it toward me.
The image of Theo laid out almost naked on a bed appears on the screen.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, my eyes glued to his insane body.
“You’re welcome.”
“You bugged his fucking room?”
“Yeah. I’d have done it in his flat if I could have figured out a way to get in there without being caught.”
My mouth opens and closes to respond, but I’m too distracted by Theo.
The way he’s lying there. He looks totally defeated.
He should be buzzing. He just won that match for his team. Yet he’s lying there like it could be the worst day of his life. Although, there is more than a small bulge in his boxers. I mean, I know he’s big. But he’s definitely rocking at least a semi down there right now. Maybe it’s not the worst day of his life after all.
I wonder what he’s thinking about…
“So… that’s my gift. The truth, and a little revenge. We good?” Seb asks, standing from my bed and stalking toward me.
“Um… I… uh…”
Wrapping his hand around the back of my head, he drops the sweetest kiss to my hairline.
“Give him hell, cous. I love him like a brother, but he can be a fucking cock sometimes.”
“Oh don’t worry. I’m all for some fun and games.”
He chuckles as he walks to the door.
“We’ve got two hours before we need to leave. No excuses.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter, not lifting my eyes from the screen as ideas begin formulating in my mind.
Seb slips from the room and I barely hear the door close as I tug my boots off and crawl onto the bed, pulling my phone from my pocket.
I open our conversation and pause, trying to come up with the perfect first message.
Emmie: I can’t stop thinking about last night…
The second I lower my phone, I turn the volume up on the tablet and damn near squeal in delight when he hears his phone buzz. He rolls over, gifting me the delicious sight of his muscles pulling and stretching as he leans over the side of the bed and pulls it from his pocket.
The second he sees my name, his entire face lights up. It’s mesmerising, and damn it if it doesn’t make some of my anger over this situation begin to ebb away.
I have no idea what he might have seen over the past… fuck knows how long. But I’m not ashamed of anything I do. Yes, it’s a massive invasion of privacy, but getting this opportunity to retaliate makes it somewhat better.
His eyes widen when he reads my message, his lips pulling up into a smile.
“Damn,” he mutters, pushing his fingers into his hair to brush it off his face.
He starts typing and I pick up my phone again, desperate to see what he’s going to come back with.
His Lordship: Is that why you’re here? Hoping for a repeat?
“Something like that,” I mutter to myself but quickly panic that he might be able to hear me. But when he doesn’t move or react, I soon realise he has no idea.
Seb, you cheeky fucking bastard.
Emmie: Did you get off? Or are you staying true to your word?
His Lordship: I don’t joke about orgasms, Hellcat.
He’s still staring at the screen as his hand skates down his abs, cupping himself over the fabric of his boxers.
His Lordship: I’m fucking aching for you.
Emmie: Oh yeah?
His Lordship: You have no fucking idea.
Emmie: Show me.
Butterflies flutter in my belly as I send my demand.
Scooting back against the headboard, I rest the tablet on my thighs as he smirks at his phone.
Not two seconds later does he tuck his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down his hips and releasing his now fully hard cock.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip and a groan of desire rumbles deep in my chest as I stare at him.
Who knew the devil could be so beautiful?
My heart begins to run away with itself when he wraps his hand around his length and strokes it once.
Forcing my eyes from his cock, I look at his face.
His jaw is clenched tight, the muscles down his neck straining as he holds himself back.
My breathing becomes ragged as I watch him snap a photo of his dick and hit send.
My phone buzzes with the image, but I don’t look at it for a few seconds. I’m too enthralled with all of him.
After watching him write a message, I look down, taking in the image before I get to read the comment.
His Lordship: I’m always hard for you, Hellcat. ALWAYS. Now all I need is you.
My eyes float back to him as if we’re two magnets drawn together at all times.
He’s still got his hand around his dick, but he’s not moving it. He’s not doing anything but staring at his screen in hope.
His Lordship: The guys have left. You know you wanna be here in person right now.
Fucking right I do.
His Lordship: Don’t you want to feel my cock buried so deep in your pussy you have no idea where you end and I begin?