Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 175

JULIAN

I drove to the bungalow, my foot pressing the accelerator all the way to the floor. The streets blurred past me, the city lights smearing into ribbons of color, and before I knew it, I was pulling up to the gate.

The guards recognized my car and opened the gate immediately. I parked and walked inside, my strides long and determined, my jaw set so tight I thought my teeth might crack.

The guard stationed at the door to the room where the girls were being kept nodded at me as I approached. I nodded back and pushed the door open.

The room was a decent size, a bedroom with two queen-sized beds pushed against opposite walls, a bathroom attached, and a window that had been barred from the outside. The girls were sprawled across the beds, some asleep, some staring at the ceiling, all of them looking like they had been through hell and back.

But they had showered. Their hair was clean, their faces washed, the tears and grime from the docks completely gone. They had changed into fresh clothes, simple t-shirts and shorts from their clothes my men brought back. A tray of empty plates sat on the nightstand, evidence that they had eaten too.

They looked comfortable. Almost relaxed. Like they had begun to believe that maybe, just maybe, I was not going to hurt them.

They all sat up straight the moment I walked in, their eyes wide, their bodies tense, the fear flooding back into their faces like a tide rolling in.

I regarded them one by one. Scarlett, her red hair still damp from the shower, her blue eyes fixed on me with a mixture of terror and defiance. Tasha Reed, the petite blonde, her hands clasped together in her lap like she was praying. Jasmine Knowles, the tall one with the curly hair, her jaw set, her eyes hard, trying to look braver than she felt.

And Maya Griff. The one who had been dating Scarlett’s brother, the one who was now in a coma because of me.

My eyes stopped on her.

I gestured for her to come closer.

She hesitated, looking at the other girls, looking at Scarlett, looking for someone to tell her what to do. But no one spoke. No

one moved.

“Come here,” I said again, my voice flat, leaving no room for argument.

She stood up slowly, her legs shaking, her feet padding across the floor until she was standing in front of me. She was shorter than I expected, her head only reaching my shoulder, and when she looked up at me, her eyes were filled with tears.

“Where are you taking her?” Tasha asked, her voice small and frightened as I took Maya’s hand.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down. She was bare underneath, shaved clean, her pussy lips pink and smooth and glistening with the wetness of her fear.

She did not wait for me to tell her what to do next. She dropped to her knees, her eyes on my pants, her hands reaching for my belt. She unbuckled it with trembling fingers, pulled down my zipper, reached into my boxers and pulled out my cock. It was already hard, already throbbing, the head swollen and red, and she looked at it for a moment before opening her mouth and

taking me in.

The warmth of her mouth was a shock after the cold of the night, her lips wrapping around my shaft, her tongue pressing against the underside. She moved her head up and down, slow and tentative, like she was trying to figure out what I liked, what would make me respond.

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