Page 59 of Play Dirty

Oh.

Dorian had one of the girls pressed tightly against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, as he surged into her with zero hesitation and even less restraint.

Oh, wow.

There was nothing soft, or careful about it. It was raw. Physical. Driven entirely by heat and want, and something that didn’t require permission for its existence.

I watched the muscles of his broad back, as they flexed tightly with the strength needed to hold her up. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head just enough to expose her throat as his mouth followed the line of it. The girl gasped, clinging to him like she couldn’t get enough.

The sounds. The breathlessness. All the exposed skin, flushed pink with desire as they writhed against each other — connected in the most intimate way.

My God…

It was all so unspeakably hot.

This wasn’t what I had. Not with Sebastian. Not with—

My thoughts tripped over themselves, because that wasn’t true either. Not entirely.

Ares flashed through my mind. The heat. The way he’d kissed me, like he couldn’t help himself.

I thought about Grayson, in the shower. The way his muscles glistened as the water crashed over them. The way the steam rose off his perfectly-sculpted body, as he stood in my bedroom doorway.

I didn’t realize I’d stopped breathing until I had to pull a sharp inhale, to steady myself. When I did, the girl’s head snapped up. She looked at me through a tangle of sex-tousled hair, her eyes still half-lidded with pure, unbridled lust.

I froze, unable to look away. But she never stopped fucking him. Never stopped raking her nails down Dorian’s back, as she hooked her ankles and screwed her legs even tighter around his waist.

Her eyes snapped to mine — sharp now, aware. Then… she smiled. It was a wicked smile. A ‘fuck you’ smile, accompanied by a single, easy motion.

The bitch flipped me off.

For a moment I shook my head in disbelief. Then I smirked, lifted one arm, and gave her the finger right back.

She laughed evilly, then buried her face into Dorian’s neck. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking harder, as she silently sent me a message: “this one’s mine.”

The marks on his back were almost blood red now. Maybe they even were. My feet abruptly began working again, so I headed back to the staircase and climbed to my own floor. The bathroom was open. The cold seat didn’t even register. I was too busy replaying the scene in my mind.

The whole thing had been so raw, so visceral. I’d never watched two people have sex before, not counting myself in the mirror. The raw, unfiltered need I’d seen in that girl’s eyes had awakened something inside me. Something I’d put away — at least temporarily — so I could work on what needed to be done.

I shut the door to my room, drowning out what remained of the music and revelry from downstairs. I put on my sleep clothes, grabbed my laptop, and huddled beneath the blankets.

Five minutes later, I still hadn’t done a thing.

Fuck.

Ares flashed through my mind first. The heat. The lack of control.

Then Grayson — steam, water, muscle, tension.

And Sebastian… warmth. Safety.

Something was building, I could feel it now. Not just in the house. Not just on the ice.

In me.

I didn’t know just how long it was going to hold, before something finally gave.

And I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in control when it did.