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But there’s no one there. Just the flickering light of the candles and the soft scents of rose and vanilla as steam hovers in the air. I blow out a breath, resting my hand on my chest for a moment as my pulse finally starts to slow a bit. My pussy is swollen and achy, my clit sensitive from being pushed right to the edge, and I squirm a little, desperate for the release I was working toward.
Letting out one more long breath, I close my eyes again, letting myself fall back into the rhythm of getting myself off. My hand finds my breast again, my fingers moving between my thighs, and this time, I’m not gentle with myself at all.
This time, I’m pushing myself toward the edge with everything I have.
And as pleasure starts to build inside me like a looming hurricane, I don’t let myself think of the Voronin brothers again.
11
VICTOR
The feedfrom Willow’s apartment is up on one of the screens in my room, and I sit behind the desk, watching it intently.
I watched as she went from the kitchen to the bathroom. I watched as she stripped out of her clothes and filled the tub, and then as she started to touch herself.
It’s not strictly necessary to have a camera in her bathroom, but I’m a thorough person, so I wasn’t leaving any space out in my surveillance of her apartment.
I’ve tuned into the feed from her apartment for hours every day and night. I know her routine by heart now, from the moment her alarm goes off in the morning to the moment she lies down to sleep at night.
I’ve watched her until I know dozens of little things about her. Like the fact that she leaves time left on the microwave when she reheats things, instead of clearing it or letting the time run its course. She talks to herself when she’s alone, muttering little affirmations or going over lists to make sure she has everything. I saw her practice giving some kind of report or speech, something for school probably, going over it until she had it down.
I’ve been keeping meticulous track of what she does and what she likes, cataloging her habits and quirks to build a profile on her.
Even so, there’s no real need for me to be watching this. What she’s doing right now is a first.
My gaze is glued to the screen, and I clench my jaw tightly. At the moment, I wish I’d put another camera in the bathroom to get a different angle.
I can tell what she’s doing, and I can see her face in profile. I can partially make out the expressions flitting over her features, the way her eyes are closed and her lips are parted.
But it’s not enough.
I want to see all of it.
I want every expression. I want to see under the water, where I can tell her hand is moving.
She took her time at first, letting it build up. Maybe she was playing some fantasy in her mind, and I wonder what it was. Nothing I’ve seen of her so far has given me any indication what might turn her on, and she’s not at all like the women Malice sometimes brings here—the ones who scream that they want it harder and try to call him ‘daddy.’
Aside from a few moans and breathy curses, and a moment where she briefly stopped and muttered to herself, Willow hasn’t said much at all.
One of her hands rests on her breast as she teases and toys with her nipple. Her fingers pinch and twist at it, and I can see her spine arch, letting me know she’s not being gentle with herself.
She likes it rough.
I file that away for some reason. Just adding to the information about her that I keep in my head.
Water slops over the side of the tub as she scrunches up her face, and I can tell she’s getting close. Her arm jostles a little as she moves her hand faster under the water, and her body arches into her touch again and again, her head tossing from side to side.
My body reacts to the sight, my abs clenching and my shoulders going tight. I’m hard just from watching her, from hearing those breathy moans. I’m almost tempted to shove my hand down my pants and jerk off, but it’s not the day I normally do that. Or the time. Jerking off now would mean deviating from my routine, and I never do that.
So instead, I clench my jaw and suck in air through my nose, letting it out in a rush through my mouth. My hand balls up into a fist against the desk, my nails biting into my palms while I try to control my reactions.
It’s usually not this hard.
I’ve watched porn before, although I usually don’t need anything to get me hard on the days when I take care of my body’s needs. But this is nothing like anything I’ve ever seen. Willow looks like she’s lost in it entirely, her hand moving from one breast to the other, her pink tongue flashing out to lick her lips.
My hand almost has a mind of its own as I direct the hidden camera to zoom in on her face. The flush to her cheeks looks like a dusky rose in the flickering candlelight of the bathroom, and her lips look soft and wet.
Her head falls back, a soft cry pouring from her lips.That’s it.She’s right there, poised on the edge, about to fall apart, and it’s as if that knowledge vibrates through my entire body. I’m tense as I lean over the desk, my gaze glued to the screen.
