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The girls and I are lost in him but only they are lucky to have his attention. Lucky to feel the pleasure he’s bringing them.
Why wasn’t he rough with me?
What we shared was intimate, soft… like making love. The exact opposite of the ruthless fucking before me.
Unexpected jealousy and longing stabs me in my core at the unwanted voice inside my head. Maybe it’s the shock of running into him. Maybe it’s witnessing this primal side of his that I never knew existed and the truth that I haven’t been with a man in months.
Or just maybe… it's the inexplicable draw of Dash.
The man I traded secret glances with while being in the arms of my boyfriend. I never wanted or desired him back then. Yet he was the one I ran to when shit fell apart.
Tonight of all nights, fate has me landing into his lap once again.
Could it be a sign? Even if it was, the meaning is lost on me.
I’m drawn back to the filthy threesome when he grunts, “Get on the couch and suck on your friend’s clit.”
His domineering voice raises goosebumps on my heated skin. The command seeps into my bones even though it’s not meant for me.
I lurk in the shadows like a creep, unable to stop staring.
Dash only has his pants unbuttoned and sleeves rolled like he couldn’t be bothered except for fucking. Both of the beautiful women are naked with one sprawled on the couch facing me, while her head is tilted toward him. The one he commanded seductively moves to lie underneath the other and tastes her friend’s pussy.
They’re so uninhibited and unashamed.
I wonder in envy how addictive it must feel to be so lost in your own lust that you forget about the world around you. To be so hungrily spellbound by another human.
Will I ever know this feeling before I inevitably sacrifice myself?
Love isn’t in the cards for me, but will I be deprived of lust too?
The longer I watch them, the more the haze of desire vanishes until it’s almost replaced by emptiness. I’m being cruelly taunted by a life I’ll never live. Pleasure I’ll never feel.
Even unintentionally, Dash Stern has managed to make me despise myself once again.
So before I’m caught, I decide to leave. Silently, I take a step backward, only for my heel to twist awkwardly in the carpet and the glass to fall from my grip. It shatters to the floor with a loud bang.
Time suspends as hooded dark eyes clash with mine.
I desperately wish for the ground to swallow me up or my body to vanish into thin air. Nothing happens except for the haunting recognition sparking on his face. His eyes melt into molten heat, making my pulse speed up. They darken with potent lust and I just know he’s thinking about the same fateful night.
I hate the warmth that spreads through me that he hasn’t forgotten.
I hate that he's evoking such strong reactions from me.
The girls glare at me for the interruption while I capture his undivided attention. He stills inside the woman he was fucking and runs his gaze down the length of me. His stare lingering on my heaving breasts before they lock on my face.
My instincts tell me to run but it’s as impossible as moving a mountain.
No one utters a word or moves an inch except for him. His grip eases on the girl as he pulls out, but I don’t dare drop my eyes lower. I don’t want to know if his cock is as thick and long as I remember.
My toes curl in my heels when he tucks his dick away and arrogantly walks to where I’m standing. My resolve crumbles and falls to the floor as I helplessly take in his sculpted physique. His shoulders are so broad and packed with muscles that he easily dwarfs my small frame.
I have to crane my neck just to hold his unwavering stare. Even with my four-inch heels, I only reach just below his shoulders. His height is intimidating like he could crush me any second.
There were times when he watched me with wild madness.
When he forgot to be cold and detached.
