AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I hit End and toss my phone to the floor.
I tried Rowan tonight, too, but he didn’t answer either. I could fight with Alec and eventually make it outta the house and go see Rowan, but that’s not what he wants.
He needs time to think, and then he’ll come to me.
I drop my towel from my body, quickly pulling on a T-shirt and undies, and flop back on my mattress, deciding to go to bed with wet hair. I look to the ceiling, thoughts of the day running through my mind.
Rowan’s face when I told him I was done.
Gio’s when Rowan dismissed him.
Alec’s when he pinned Gio against the wall.
Alec’s when I told him I’d asked Gio to fuck me.
Alec’s when he pinned me to the wall.
His dick in my hand, hot breath on my neck, scent all around me.
Much like it is now. It’s like my senses are heightened.
I smell him everywhere, feel when he’s near, imagine his hands and mouth and—
“Daydreaming, are we?”
I freeze, my eyes popping open, as I realize that my hand has slipped beneath my shirt. I shift my gaze to my doorway, finding Marissa leaning against the doorjamb wearing a smirk and satin robe … and nothing else.
“Get the fuck outta my room.”
She smiles and steps inside, so I slowly lift myself into a sitting position.
“What do you want?” My brows pull in, anxiousness making my skin prickle.
“Well, I’m a little tired, but I think I’ll stay up a while longer. Maybe play a bit.” She stares at me, waiting for a reaction she won’t get.
She takes another step closer, so I slide to the edge of my bed until my feet hit the floor.
“For some reason, my husband makes sure you’re in here, every night, alone, so I was thinking … you could join, if you’d like.”
My muscles lock.
What the fuck did she just say?
“I know you want him.” She tilts her head like the bitch she is, looking down at me. “Maybe you even wish he were yours; it’s more than obvious. So come”—her eyes pinch at the sides, but she keeps her arrogant smirk in place—“and we’ll both enjoy his body … but only for tonight.”
My jaw wants to hit the floor, my fist wants to smash her face, but my mind wants to call her on a bluff as bad as my body wants back what was never mine to begin with.
I shouldn’t; that’s a given. I surely don’t want to see him touch another woman, but I know this man, and to torture myself is to torture him.
I move to stand in front of her, and she scans my nearly naked body from head to toe, a tight smile finding her lips.
Then, admittedly jaded and out of my fucking mind, I follow the devil down the hall and into my own pit of hell.
She steps in, and I follow behind her.
His head lifts from where he is sitting at the edge of the bed—the bed we fucked on, the bed he’s now fucked her on. His shirt is on the floor at his feet, jeans still on but unbuttoned.
All tattoos and tan skin.
His eyes narrow on me a moment before cutting between Marissa’s and my eyes, and slowly, his chest puffs out as his spine goes straight.
Marissa steps closer to him, but he keeps his gaze locked on me. She slides her silk robe to the side and drops her bare ass onto his right knee. My teeth grind as she slides her hand up his chest, her fake lips landing on his cheek as she crooks a finger to call me near.
And call me stupid, but I oblige, stopping half an inch away.
Alec jerks his head my way, and his eyes harden, all while growing my favorite shade of green, dark with a glossy finish, his pupils so large that he looks like a man demented.
A man starved.
Marissa’s hand lands on my outer thigh, and I snap my gaze to hers. I blankly stare at her as she skims her hand up my hip until she’s grabbing me by the waistband of my underwear and pulling me closer, so I’m standing between Alec’s legs.
I take her hint and lower myself onto his left knee, and instantly, his hand lifts to grip my ass cheek. His chest rumbles with an angry growl, and Marissa smirks, tilting her head to kiss his neck, nodding for me to do the same.
I lock my eyes on his, and his nostrils flare, but I ignore his unspoken threat and inhale deeply before diving into this raw torture.
The second my lips touch his neck, he twitches, and heat pools between my legs.
Fuck, the taste of him. All man and mine.
My pussy walls tighten as his grip grows stronger, sliding closer to my ass crack, the higher my lips travel.
