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“Something like that.”
“You’ll love watching Beck and Victoria.” This comes from a woman with milky skin and vibrant red hair. I tense when she brushes my hair off my shoulder, her eyes intense, her large breasts close to touching my arm. “They fuck beautifully. Would you like to sit?”
Sinking onto the bed-seat thing, they both join me and sit on either side of me. The woman’s hand finds my shoulder, and her thumb strokes back and forth as the man covers his hand over mine. It’s meant to be reassuring, I think. My nerves are dripping off me, revealing the phony I am.
Despite their apparent attempts at seducing me, they don’t seem like they want to hurt me, and I allow some of my guard to drop. I’m still in control. I still have this.
My eyes flicker to the center of the room where the man fucks the woman from behind, but not ruthlessly like they do in Maxim’s area. In fact, this all seems very different from the scenes that play out there.
My mouth pools with saliva. The man palms her breast, his other hand going around to the parting of her thighs to rub her clit. The woman’s eyes roll back, and my stomach tightens. They meld together perfectly. Their movements are languid and lazy, obviously causing each other intense pleasure with no rush to make it come to an end.
He says something to her that I can’t hear from my heartbeat roaring in my ears, and she nods. Some of the crowd part to get a better view as they change position. This time, she gets on top, but something else catches my attention instead of her sinking back onto him.
Milton. Heishere. But instead of a jolt of excitement, something else sparks through me. Something I don’t like. He isn’t alone.
He’s standing next to a goddess with golden skin and long, black hair. The kind of natural beauty that pains to look at. My back instinctively straightens, knowing exactly who she is. She shares the same sharpness as her mother, Bella.
His mouth opens, and he says something to her. She kneels slowly, seductively, eyes holding his. Shame burns through me when I think about how I tried to seduce him. I was shit in comparison to how this woman does it. Her breasts bulge out of the tight corset she’s wearing, her body curved in all the right places. I feel inferior.Thisis the type of woman he’s used to.
Why the fuck does he want me?
A naked man approaches them from the shadows, and Milton touches beneath her chin, using his finger to tilt her head back slightly. He then guides her toward the man’s cock. Full lips parting, she takes him inside her mouth and sucks him.
“Good.”I may not hear Milton say the word, but I can see his lips forming it. The praise he’s giving her is what finally breaks whatever trance I’m stuck in.
I try and swallow but can’t.
I can’t tear my eyes off whatever the fuck he’s doing. He’s fully clothed and unmasked, wearing a black-on-black suit, but the persistent flutters in my stomach have nothing to do with how he looks—it’s what he’s doing with Rika. Whatelsebesides coaching her how to deepthroat a cock has he been doing while I’ve been stuck in his manor wanting him?
Anger rages through me.
Like he can feel the burn of my gaze, his eyes snap to mine, darkening when he sees the woman’s hand on my shoulder and the man’s hand holding mine. My eyes narrow, and the man beside me picks up on the change in my mood. “Are you alright?”
“Who is that woman next to Mil—Mr. Hood?”
He peers across the room. “Oh, that’s Rika. She’s new.”
“The poor thing won’t quit while she’s ahead,” the redhead says.
“Demi.” The man shakes his head with amusement.
“What? It’s plainly obvious that he’s not interested. Look at her. She’s desperate.”
No, Demi—I’m the desperate one,I think to myself.Why the fuck did I come here?
“He hasn’t been interested in anyone in a long time,” the man says with a sigh, drawing his attention back to me. I don’t miss how he’s staring at my lips, eyes lowering even further to my breasts.
When I glance back at Milton, my heart skips a beat. He’s now walking over to us, drawing attention from everyone.
“Demi. Pedro,” he greets the two sitting beside me once he’s near. He sounds casual, but I know better. “You seem to have taken an interest in my new pet.”
“Oh? A new pet?” The woman’s eyes widen behind her mask, and she instantly removes her hand. “I’m jealous, Mr. Hood. She’s dreamy.”
“That she is.” Possessiveness rages in his eyes, and the man, Pedro, stands to step closer to Milton. He’s smiling, though I think he’s picked up on the subtle warning.
“It’s nice to see you train someone new, my friend. It’s been too long since you played.”
As Milton nods, they walk away to rejoin the group. Instead of grabbing my arm and hauling me out of here like I expect, he sits beside me and takes my drink, knocking it back like he needs so badly to take an edge off.
