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Laughter dances around us, light and unburdened. In this small house with its cracked ceilings and mismatched furniture, I find strength in the echoes of shared dreams and whispered victories. My friends see beyond the name Knight; they see me.
Grinning at Alex, feeling a bit shy as he gives me a wink, that half smirk on his too-handsome face, I wish with everything that I could go to that party with him and maybe get tipsy enough to see past the books and make a move. I’m pretty sure he has friend-zoned me, but sometimes I can’t be sure. I’m not that experienced in this area, and while no one knows quite how innocent I am, as that is no one’s business but mine, I can’t pretend to be something I’m not.
And something tells me I’m not Alex’s type, which disappoints me more than I’d like.
3
BENEDICT
Clicking open a hidden folder, the glow from my laptop casts shadows across my room. Ever’s room fills the screen. I lean in closer, like a spider watching a fly buzz into its web.
She’s there, just as I knew she would be.
Ever, with her waves of golden hair spilling onto her shoulders, doesn’t know about my prying eyes that watch her without her consent. It arouses me beyond anything I’ve ever felt before.
She’s busy, hunched over her textbooks, scribbling notes. Her resolve to conquer academia is almost admirable despite everything stacked against her that she isn’t even aware of yet. Almost.
Her brow furrows, her lips moving silently as she reads a dense-looking old book propped up before her. The fallen-from-grace scholarship girl, the part-time worker, the outsider in this place of privilege – Ever’s all these things, and yet here she is,outworking everyone who’s had it handed to them on a silver platter.
It’s a game of chess, really, and I’m fixated on her next move. She’s the queen on the board, powerful and yet blissfully unaware of the eyes locked on her every night. She doesn’t see me, but I see all of her, caught in my digital net. In this twisted game, knowledge is power. Power I intend to keep.
Each tick of the clock stretches longer than the last. My fingers drum an impatient rhythm on the desk. Finally, Ever stirs from her scholarly trance.
She stands, stretches, the lines of exhaustion etched into her posture. The room’s silence is profound, her chair whispering over the carpet as she moves. I’m perched on the edge of my seat, staring at my laptop, hungry for what’s next. This isn’t unusual, but it is different. There is something different about how she walks across the room. Expecting her to go to bed, I tilt my head as she flicks on the light to the tiny en-suite shower room. My gaze moves to the left of the screen, to the cam feed installed in the overhead light fitting. This invasion of her most intimate privacy makes my dick go hard.
With a simple motion that has her shirt slipping off her shoulders, falling away like autumn leaves, my breath catches in my throat as fabric pools at her feet, her skin bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light.
I lean closer, my focus narrowing to the figure on the screen. She doesn’t hesitate, her movementsnatural, unguarded. Each piece of clothing she discards peels back a layer of mystery.
No one but us sees this side of her, this unvarnished truth.
Her luscious tits fall free from the plain cotton bra, and I lick my lips, eyes narrowed further to focus on her slipping her panties off to reveal her shaven pussy. It makes my blood spike. There are rumours about her experience. Rumours I’m desperate to prove one way or the other, but if they’re true, then she does this for herself, which makes it even hotter, in my humble opinion. She isn’t trying to impress anyone, she just wants to feel good. It is a fragile confidence that will soon be smashed until there is nothing left but a broken little girl begging to be loved.
I will be there.
We all will—the four of us.
The steam rises as she turns on the shower, a mist that veils yet reveals as she stands beneath the showerhead, unaware of me stalking her, spying on her every move. Her hands glide over her skin, slick with soap, and I groan.
“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath as I slip my hand into the waistband of my joggers. With a tight grasp, I stroke my stiff cock in rhythm with Ever’s languid movements.
She tilts her head back, eyes closed, lost in the soothing warmth of the water. Rivulets run along the curves of her body, over those ripe nipples on her gorgeous tits that are definitely more than a handful. Iimagine my fingers tracing the same path. I’m mesmerised by the sight, the craving for her deep inside me grows insatiable with each passing second.
Tugging harder on my cock, the pressure builds, a lust-fuelled tension tight in my gut. My imagination runs wild with the thought of her soft moans filling my ears as I ram my dick into her soft, wet pussy. I lean into the pleasure, into the darkness that cloaks me, allowing myself to drown in the delicious sin of watching her unseen.
“Ever...” The hoarse whisper escapes me as I reach the edge of release; my grip tightens, and my breath comes in ragged gasps. I’m lost to the thrill, the power of knowing her secret moments, the intoxication of this stolen intimacy.
When she runs her hands between her legs, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, the tension snaps. My orgasm crashes over me like the waves on a stormy shore. Placing my hand over the tip of my cock, I pulse out a stream of cum into my hand with a low groan, leaning back in the chair as I drain my balls, needing so much more than this.
But it isn’t time yet. The sect has an order, and seducing Ever Knight so I can taste her skin, her lips, her pussy, isn’t on that agenda. Yet.
The time will come.
“Quite the show,” Damien drawls from the doorway.
Closing my eyes, I reach for a towel nearby and wipe my hand before shoving my cock back into my pants.
“You don’t knock?”
