All Chapters of My Pretty Little Object: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I make a panicked sound and he releases me, sliding his fingers from my mouth. It feels dirty and wrong and I’m shaking with need. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, that’s what I want.”He searches my face. Maybe he thought he’d scare me off with all that, but instead I’m even more turned on. My hands drop to the hem of my dress. “Would you like to see?”He looks around as if realizing where we are for the first time. “Not here.” The kitchen faces the front of the house, and with the lights on, it’s only the maple trees in the front yard that keep the neighbors from seeing us.I hop off the counter and stagger after him on knees that feel like Jell-O. Oh my god, is this really happening? Did I really challenge him like that and now he’s called my bluff? Daddy kink is not on my list of things I wanted from Shane, but I can’t deny that every filthy sentence he spills makes the heat in my blood pulse hotter.I want to be bad, to be dirty. I want to forget every bit of the last few days. I know the

“Don’t move.” Shane rises to his feet and stalks out of the room. I don’t have time to wonder if this is all one terrible mistake before he’s back, my purse in his hands. He tosses it next to me. “Phone.”I dig it out with shaking hands, unlock it, and pass it over. Shane considers me and then jerks his chin to the couch. “Sit in the corner.”I obey, moving awkwardly. I lean back against the corner of the couch and spread my legs before he can command me to do it. His tight smile is reward enough. “Good girl.” He stands again and flips on the lights in the living room and turns off the TV. Somehow I feel even more exposed than I have so far tonight as Shane kneels back between my thighs and lifts my phone. “The trees will keep the neighbors from getting nosy.”“Too bad,” I murmur. I reach up and back to grip the couch. “I think they’d like the show.”“No doubt.” He pushes the button to start the camera, panning it across my lower body. “Needy pussy. Look how wet and plump you are.” Sh

“Good girl.” Shane reaches over and grabs thethrow, pulling it over us and covering me from the neck down. I tense, but he just picks up the remote and puts the movie back on, restarting it.I frown at the television. “I thought you said we weren’t done.”“We aren’t. Sit back and relax.” He bands an arm around my waist, urging me to lean more comfortably against his chest.I try. I do. But he’s so hard at my back and I’m surrounded by him, his big arms holding me to him, his mouth tracing lazy patterns on the side of my neck, his hand…He barely lets it get through the opening credits before he’s palming my pussy again. “How many times did we watch movies over the last two years?”I hold perfectly still, my legs quivering from the effort. “Not like this.”“No, not like this.” He traces a blunt finger around my opening. “You’d have to be feeling particularly brave to sit down here in nothing more than a throw blanket and watch a movie and expect me not to do anything about it.”“Mmm.”

“Stay.”I open my eyes. “I already said I would.”Shane gives me a long look. “You’ve had one foot out the door the second you started coming down.” He shakes his head and pulls me up. “Stop thinking so hard and enjoy this, Lily.”My knees don’t feel quite solid, but I manage to keep my feet as he leads me into his bathroom. I look at my reflection in the mirror. “I’d say I’m enjoying myself.” My lipstick is barely more than a memory and the smudged mascara around my eyes is a far cry from the sexy smoky eye look that I started with. Not to mention that my hair has gone from playfully messy to straight up rat’s nest. My gaze tracks my naked body, taking in the whisker burn on my neck and thighs, how pink and wet my pussy looks from everything we’ve done.Shane walks up behind me and, holy shit, we look good. His wide shoulders dwarf me and when he sets his big hands on my waist, I feel both breakable and protected at the same time. His hair is a mess from my fingers and he’s got scrat

Shane keeps fucking me with those shallow strokes that feel good, but are nowhere near enough. “Stop thinking about what you should want, Lily.”Easy for him to say. Or maybe it isn’t. I don’t care. I’m not interested in being fair right now. “What if Max tries to win me back?”Shane laughs. The bastard laughs. “Try it and see what happens.” He releases the headboard with one hand to snake down my stomach and press to my clit. “The first time you visit this house, you’re going to look at the ottoman and think about how many times you came for me there. You’re not going to be able to walk past this room without remembering how good my cock feels inside you.” He drags his mouth over the back of my neck. “How long do you think you’ll last before you’re crossing a line, Lily? An hour? Two? I bet you’d wear a short little skirt for just the occasion and slip my hand under it the second he looks the other way.”My body goes white hot at the thought. I can’t breathe past wanting to do exactl