Page 55 of White Noise

VioletHex.

Just VioletHex.

One familiar viewer. One hour. No surprises.

I click JOIN, and Void appears almost immediately. The second he sees me, his eyes drag slowly over the leather, fishnets, and bare skin before his mouth pulls into a grin.

“Fuck. You look good.”

“Good?” I lean back in my chair and let one knee fall open. “That’s all I get after dressing up for you?”

His gaze drops between my thighs. “You want me to start lying this early?”

I laugh and lift the hem of my skirt a little higher. “Careful. You paid for an hour, and I can spend all sixty minutes being difficult.”

“You already do that for free.”

“True.”

That feels normal enough to loosen something in my chest. Void settles back, looking at me with the same hungry expression I’ve seen a hundred times, and I let myself fall into VioletHex because she knows what to do with this.

She knows how to tease, when to smile, how long to make someone wait before giving them exactly what they paid for.

“Take the top off,” he says.

I give him a look. “Straight to it tonight?”

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

“Aw. Almost sweet.”

“Don’t ruin it.”

I laugh again and undo the bralette slowly, taking my time because I know it drives him crazy. When I finally toss it aside, he shifts in his chair and adjusts himself, making no effort to hide how worked up he already is.

“There,” I say, spreading my legs a little wider. “Better?”

His eyes stay fixed on me. “Much.”

I reach toward the toys lined up beside the keyboard and trail my fingertips over them. “So what are we using tonight? Your usual favorite, or are you feeling adventurous?”

His expression sharpens. “Start with the small black one.”

“Predictable.”

“You asked.”

“And you’re already touching yourself, so apparently neither of us has much patience tonight.”

His grin widens. “You complaining?”

“Not yet,” I breathe, my voice dropping into that low, sultry register that belongs to VioletHex.

I shift in my chair, the leather skirt riding higher against my thighs as another pulse of heat settles low in my body.

And fuck, I know exactly where it came from.

Silas.