You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 98

My heart glitched. Hard.

God I hated when he said things like that, mostly because I hated what they did to my body.

But...did he just talk about wanting to hear about my day?

I remember what he said in his office the previous day. He promised to stop stalking me if I told him everything. But today would have to be an exception.

I really wished I could get away from him for now, but knowing Void, it'd be pointless to argue this with him. I could stab him with a fork and he'd still have me straddling him like dinner service.

The idea sent a rush of shiver up my spine. I'd never sat on his face before and didn't know what to expect.

Dropping my eyes to the floor, I took off my shorts and felt a rush of shame from the way his eyes didn't leave me. My oversized shirt fell past my hips and covered the intimate part of me. But I knew that was only temporary.

His face broke into a smile, the one that screamed satisfaction like I'd finally crumbled into the exact shape he liked his women.

My feet suddenly developed stage fright and wouldn't move.

"Rali, blink twice if you've forgotten how to walk." He spoke like rude Void.

My thoughts huffed, but my throat knew better than to play brave.

I exhaled quietly and took the first reluctant step toward the bed even though every part of me wanted to turn and sprint in the opposite direction.

At this point, it wasn't just that I didn't want to be near him; the idea of sitting on his face stirred up a whole different kind of shame I wasn't ready to confess to.

But of course, Void wasn't the type of man to care if something made you squirm. He lived for that.

The bed dipped under my weight. He untucked his arm from behind his head, his grey eyes raking over me in that slow calculative way he always did like he was running numbers in his head. Even though he couldn't see my pussy yet, his stare already had it flinching.

I moved on my knees until I hovered at the edge of his spread legs, and then froze like a rookie waiting for direction. Was I supposed to just crawl up his naked chest and sit on his face?

He must've noticed my shame and hesitation because he grinned. And God forbid Void misses a chance to get off on my discomfort.

"What's the hold-up, Green? You don't need a compass to find my face."

Heat crawled up my cheeks with the kind of embarrassment that had claws and a memory.

Inhaling for courage, I crawled closer until I was beside his face. Nerves trickled through my belly as I lifted my leg and crossed over his face.

My shirt slipped up to my hips and suddenly my pussy was staring down at him. Despite my feet balanced on either side of his face, my legs still shook like there was a current running through them.

I braced one hand on the wall while the other held the hem of my shirt because I didn't want to get smacked for not doing the right thing.

His eyes sent heat up my core like they were the ones feasting on it. He brought his nose close and took that deep inhale like he always did. He let out a slow 'fuck' like he was staring at a meal that looked too eager to be eaten.

This wasn't the first time he was seeing me like this, yet there was something completely different about this.

"Look at that," his breath brushed over my center. "See how wet the greedy thing is already."

I frowned, wondering if he was just making it up. How the hell was my traitorous body so responsive?

One hand slid up my thigh while the other snaked around to touch my folds.

Fuck. My lips clamped shut as I bit back the sound trying to claw its way out.

He didn't push in. He only let the tip of his thumb glide up and down my slit, dragging through the wetness.

I fixed my eyes on the wall in front of me, not wanting to look. I didn't want to see whatever mess he'd drawn from me.

But of course, Void had to make it worse.

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