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Soft gags fill the room, neither of them appearing disturbed by the vomit on the floor, and his eyes remain on mine. Staring a hole through me, as if he sees everything I keep hidden from the rest of the world.
Instead of finding some kind of peace in that, instead of it sending another bout of arousal shooting through me, I double over, cupping my hands on my knees, and vomit again.
Chapter 3
Juliet
The brunette pulls away just long enough to wrinkle her nose at the mess on the floor. “Are you kidding me? Can’t you puke somewhere else, alky?”
“It’s a public bathroom,” I mutter, my eyes glued to this man’s dick, red and hard and angry. She starts to respond, but he turns her head and feeds himself back into her mouth, picking up where he left off.
“I usually charge for an audience.” His voice is rich and smooth, like melted chocolate, and it sends a shiver through my body. “But seeing as how you’re already here, I guess I’ll give you a show.”
I should get the fuck out of here, but it feels like my body weighs three thousand pounds and I’ve not adjusted to carrying around the weight. My feet root in place, a tree standing its ground even though it has no business being here, confusing arousal flaring in my core as I watch him.
Watchthem.
He fucks her mouth harder, his eyes darkening as they rake over my form, and her sounds get louder. Sloppier. I can feel myself getting wet, despite the clear taboo of the situation, and my tongue darts out to swipe along my bottom lip. A growl emits from his throat, and the veins in his hands seem to bulge against his beige skin as he picks up the pace, his strokes longer and deeper.
And fuck, if I don’t wish that were me. On my knees, getting used by this glorious man.
Jesus. What is wrong with me?
He never once looks away from me. It’s like our gazes have interlocked, tied together in a singular knot, unable to break unless someone cuts it out.
Grunting, as if close to an orgasm, he tilts her face up and shunts his cock deeper into her throat, holding her still. Several silent beats pass, and I’m still standing here watching like a fucking sicko.
When he doesn’t pull back, dread creeps into my bones; the girl smacks his thighs, squirming and squealing around his shaft, but he ignores her.
Just keeps staring at me, a glint in his eyes I can’t quite interpret.
His face twists, a low moan pulling from his throat, just as the girl’s hands go limp at her sides. Thrusting a few more times, he freezes, and in that moment, Iknowhe’s just come down her throat.
Nausea threatens again, but something else ebbs through me. Something wicked and depraved. Butterflies take flight in my stomach, electricity zinging down my spine, making my thighs tingle.
I’m frozen, confused, feeling like a voyeur and like I’ve betrayed all of womanhood by watching this happen.
He pulls her off him, her lips somehow managing a popping sound as he yanks his cock from her body; she falls to the floor as soon as his hands leave her hair, and he steps over her to inspect himself in the mirror.
“I…” Blinking, I take a step back, my ass connecting with the door. “I need to go get someone to clean this up.”
“You don’t want to join?” His fingers fumble with his bow tie, adjusting and pulling, even though it looks straight to me. Meeting my gaze in the mirror, a slow grin slices his face in half; it’s devilish and crude, and my body heats with desire.
Fear douses me like an ice bath; glancing at the girl passed out on the floor, I contemplate my next move. If I make a run for it, he’s sure to catch up before I get back to the visibility of the ballroom.
He’s over a foot taller than me and probably has a good hundred pounds on me, making me a perfect target to overpower. I don’t want to join the girl on the floor.
Swallowing over a knot that’s formed in my throat, I shake my head. “No, I really don’t.”
Turning on his heel, he smooths his hands over the lapels of his dark, expensive suit and stalks toward me. I shrink as far into the metal door as I can, the handle digging into the base of my spine as I try to remain out of reach. He stops when he’s just a breath away, twirling a lock of my hair around his middle finger.
Alcohol and mint flavors assault my nostrils, and I inhale a deep breath, trying to keep his scent from affecting me.He just fucked a girl’s mouth until she passed out, in public. You absolutely should not be attracted to him right now.
Still, I can’t stop the quiver in my thighs as his chest brushes against mine. Dropping the hair, he brings the same hand to my throat, thumb pressing against my chin and angling it upward. His green eyes scrutinize mine, searching. For what, I can’t be sure, but I don’t like what it does to me.
Longing crops up low in my belly, knotting my insides and making me sweat.
“Are you okay?”
