I gasped loudly, surprising myself. My fingers gripped the table, and I held back a moan, both panicking and elated.
“Nauseated,” I breathed out the word, sliding off the chair. “I need to use the restroom.”
All surroundings disappeared as I stumbled toward the powder room, desperately needing a release. I snatched my little purse off the console table at the front door and locked myself in the tiny room, promptly falling to my knees.
My thighs quivered uncontrollably. Tears were in my eyes, and my nails dug into the cold tile, using all my life energy to hold back a loud moan. Ugh, I wanted—Ineededto grind on something. Alex’s dick.
Instead, I shoved my hand between my legs and dipped my fingers under the band of my thong, dragging mineandAlex’s juices to my clit. I swirled my finger, immediately finding the spot that made it all feel like a live wire.
With my other trembling hand, I pulled my phone out of my purse and typed out a text to the man who was torturing me long distance.
I’ll bite your balllls off
As soon as I dropped the phone, the little gizmo inside me picked up speed and I sobbed silently, on the verge of a physical breakdown.
It was overtaking me.
I breathed fast, keeled over on the tile floor, working my clit like a maniac and falling into it. Yes,God,everything tingled and beads of sweat collected on my forehead as I struggled for air, approaching a crescendo—fuck,just like that—
“Jade, are you all right?” A loud knock sounded somewhere close by, but I was floating away, my body surrendering to the pleasure Alex was gifting me.
“Yes!” I gasped loudly, keeping my finger on my clit, up and down, circling it with unforgiving speed. “Yes—ugh!”
It was too loud. The sound ripped out of me unrestrained as I shuddered on my knees, coming apart on the floor of my father’s powder room, praying and thanking everything—God, the universe, the Almighty—for letting me find a love like this.
In this euphoria, my mind was crystal clear: I had Alex in my life. The thought of him submerged me in bright joy. With him, I could live through everything. The scary and the silly parts of life. The sinful and the innocent. The highs and lows.Hewas everything.
I panted, pressing my forehead to the cold floor and letting myself relax for a few seconds.
But there wasn’t much time. I sat up, pulled the vibrator out of me, and dropped it inside my purse just as a text lit up my phone screen.
Thief: Next time you’ll come on my tongue, Preziosa.
Smiling ear to ear, I fixed my hair and rejoined the dinner table, ready to down my cup of coffee and get the fuck out of there, but my father was ready for an interrogation.
“Whatis the matter with you today?!” he seethed at me while Xavier was on a phone call.
I opened my mouth to retort, but the sound died in my throat when I noticed how he glanced down at his lap. It was quick, but I caught it—the blue glow of a phone screen.
That never happened. My fatherneverhad his phone at the dinner table—he was always very strict about it—it wasforbiddenin his house. He didn’t allow me or himself to everbring any kind of technology to dinner—phone, iPad, laptop—nothing.
Moreover, he’d always kept his phone on the little console table at the entrance, and it wasn’t there when I grabbed my purse before running to the bathroom. No. His phone was with him tonight.
For the first time ever.
All the hairs on my back stood on end. Why? Why was he checking his phonetonight?
You’ll change your mind after tonight.
His voice echoed in my ear as I thought about it, my intuition screaming at me.
Something was wrong.
“Hm?” he prompted me, but my throat was parched. Something was happening in the background. Something I couldn’t see or know, but I felt it. I bolted up from the chair, startling my father and Xavier, who walked back into the dining room at that moment.
“I have to go."
It took me exactly two seconds to run out of the dining room and toward the front door.
