Page 88 of Bleed

At this point, I’m not sure what excites me more– the thought of hooking up with Valentina, or of Elliott watching it all go down.

He stares back at me for a long moment, then swallows thickly, dipping his chin. “Yes.”

My pulse lurches, my blood turning molten in my veins. I glance back at Valentina, finding her already smiling as her hands drift lightly up my arms.

“Shall we have some fun, then?” she asks, voice smooth as velvet.

I nod before common sense has a chance to weigh in, a shiver of anticipation sliding down my spine.

She slips her hand into mine and leads me into the living room, where we both kick off our heels and sink down onto the sofa. She slides closer until her thigh’s pressed against mine, my heart pounding as she traces a fingertip over the tattoos winding down my arm.

“These are so beautiful,” she murmurs. “I can’t believe you drew them. You’re incredibly talented.”

“Thank you,” I reply, blushing despite myself.

Elliott is quick to join with drinks. He sets a glass of whiskey on the coffee table in front of each of us before claiming a low leather chair opposite the sofa. He settles back with deliberate ease, legs spread, one hand wrapped around his own glass where it rests against his knee.

It’s a hell of a scene. Valentina curled beside me, Elliott watching from across the room, and me caught squarely in the middle, already squirming with anticipation and nerves.

Valentina drains her whiskey in one smooth swallow, licks her plush lips, then sets the empty glass aside. I take a slower sip of mine as she turns back toward me.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” she remarks, her fingertips brushing lightly along my cheek.

I huff a quiet laugh. “You’re one to talk.”

She smiles before gently sweeping my hair away from the side of my neck. Her gaze lingers there for a moment, eyes darkening with unmistakable hunger. “I know she’s your source Eli…” She looks toward him, the implication clear. “But may I?”

I dart a glance in his direction. He’s watching us over the rim of his whiskey glass, his expression a blank mask.

“Absolutely not,” he replies in a clipped tone, calmly lowering the glass back down to his knee. He inclines his chin, adding, “But you may pleasure her, if she’d like.”

My pulse skips, a fresh wave of heat surging through my body.

Valentina huffs a frustrated sigh before turning her attention back to me, amusement dancing in her hazel eyes. “Can’t blame a girl for trying,” she quips, her hand sliding down to my shoulder. “Now, where were we?”

I reach up to hook my thumbs beneath the thin straps of my dress, flashing her a devilish smirk as I slowly draw them down. Her teeth sink into the pad of her lower lip as she watches me lower the dress to pool around my waist. I’m not wearing a bra, and my nipples are already stiff from the cool air and the attention. Valentina immediately cups my breasts in both hands, humming to herself as she squeezes them gently before leaning in to kiss me.

It’s soft at first– just a delicate press of her lips against mine. Then firmer, her hand cradling the back of my neck as she tilts my head to deepen it. She tastes like whiskey and sin, our tongues tangling as a low throb builds between my thighs, intensifying with every lingering moment.

When she finally pulls back, my head’s spinning and my panties are soaked. She gives me a sly smile, then turns to Elliott. “This one’s special, Eli.”

“She is,” he agrees, voice gone rough.

I glance over at him, and that dark-eyed stare is so intense that it takes me a second to realize his hand has drifted down to palm his cock through his slacks, the fabric tented and straining. My clit throbs at the sight, my breath catching in my throat.

Then Valentina leans down to suck one of my nipples into her mouth, and I’m gasping for another reason entirely. My head falls back on a moan, my fingers sliding into her hair as she sucks harder, her tongue swirling around the stiff peak.

The leather of Elliott’s chair creaks beneath him as he shifts his weight, and I look his way again as he slides his glasses off, setting them on the table beside him.

“Thought you were going to watch?” I pant, my back arching as Valentina moves to my other nipple.

His eyes darken with barely restrained hunger. “I am.”

“Then don’t you need your glasses?”

Valentina releases my nipple with a loud pop, giggling as she kisses her way up my chest. “He doesn’t need them to see,” she purrs, shooting Elliott a knowing smirk. “He just thinks they make him look smarter.”

I arch a brow, but he doesn’t deny it.