I spared a glance to the bed again, seeing her sitting behind the young, black woman, her arm draped over the girl’s shoulder and both of them looking at me like they were here for my feeding. I couldn’t see what Arion was wearing, but a strap of silk fell down her arm, while her other hand reached around, caressing the girl’s bare stomach.
“How old is she?” I picked up my cigarettes and shook one out.
“However old you want me to be,” I heard the girl answer for Arion.
I lit the cigarette and pinched the bridge of my nose, blowing out smoke. Jesus, fuck. Will would run into that bed, already hard and ready to fuck.
I didn’t like being fed. I needed to hunt.
“Her pussy’s dripping,” Arion cooed. “Young, tight, and hot. So hot.”
My cock started to throb a little, diving into my head and envisioning the feel of her.
“Really tight,” the girl taunted. “My foster daddy used to say I’m tighter than his hand when he would do me.”
Smoke poured out of my mouth as I laughed under my breath. Jesus, honey, you’re barking up a tall tree with that shit. Whatever little taboo story Arion fed you to get me hard is clearly too tame. My version of naughty is off most peoples’ grid.
“Fuck her bare,” Arion said. “Look how wide she spreads.”
Despite the games they played, I couldn’t help but look over. The young woman sat at the edge of the bed, her wide open pussy bare, and her tits peeking out of the bottom of a little half-shirt.
Scenarios popped in my head, instinctively searching for what I needed to make this work.
A threesome. Girl on girl. Tying them up. A gag.
Yeah. A gag.
I took another drag, not taking my eyes off them as the pictures played in my head.
“Fuck her bare,” Arion said again. “Fuck her as hard as you want, and make me watch. When it’s time to come, come inside me.”
And there it was. What she really wanted from me.
Winter
Present
“Where are you taking me tonight?” I asked, leading Isabella and Jade up to my room, so I could finish getting ready.
“It’s a surprise.”
“I’m blind,” I shot back, heading to my closet and running my fingertips over the braille on the markers to find the black shirts. “Broken glass on a floor can be a surprise for me. I’m not game unless you get specific.”
“It’s Halloween-y,” Jade offered.
But Isa hurried to shut her up. “Shhh…”
Great. It was almost Halloween—and worse, Devil’s Night—but my house already felt like a Fear Fest. I wasn’t in the mood.
And I wasn’t sure I’d be allowed to leave.
“You need a girls’ night,” Jade chimed in again. “Especially with that freak show sleeping right down the hall. Let’s have some fun.”
I forced a small laugh, Damon immediately coming to mind, but I knew she meant my sister. All the dancers at the studio I grew up with—including Isabella and Jade—had plenty of Ari’s antics over the years as she waited on me at lessons or sat through recitals and performances.
I sifted through my black clothing, not finding the black, leather pants with zippers down the legs. Where were they? I hadn’t worn them since last winter.
A phone rang, and someone moved on my bed. “I have to take this,” Jade said. “I’ll be in the bathroom.”
I continued searching for my pants, diving into the white, blue, and every other section of clothing.
“So, how are you?” Isabella asked.
I almost turned around, but I was afraid my face would give me away. “I don’t know.”
Damon was here. I caught a whiff of his cigarettes outside when I was working out with Will, but I hadn’t heard anyone leave, so he was probably still in the house.
Did he give Will a hard time when he saw him here?
I smiled a little, thinking of Will. I couldn’t believe he’d shown up. I remembered hearing a lot about him in high school, and I knew he was Damon’s best friend.
Was.
But all of a sudden, he was at the door, and I didn’t have to say much for him to understand what was going on here. I got the impression the rest of Damon’s old crew was behind Will’s visit, too, and before I knew it, he had me in the pool, working on moves. Like it would do any good, but I’d try. Plus, he made me laugh.
I should’ve used the opportunity to ask so many things. Anything to get the upper hand with Damon and learn something useful. Especially when I found out Erika Fane was now engaged to Michael Crist, another one of Damon’s old friends.
“You know, you can come stay with me, right?” Isa said.
I turned my head, offering her a half-smile. I couldn’t come and stay with her, but it was comforting that she offered. She had no idea what he could do. As much as I wanted to take her up on the offer, I wouldn’t.
I let out a sigh, not finding my leather slacks anywhere. Dammit, Arion.
“Come with me for a sec,” I told Isa.
Running my hand over Mikhail’s head on the way, I left the room, still hearing Jade in the bathroom and chatting on the phone as we passed. I followed the wall, down the long hallway, past my father’s bedroom door and down to my mother’s. Or what used to be my mother’s.
I entered Arion’s new bedroom—not hearing any shrieks as I barged into her space, so she must not be in here—and veered right, into the dressing room my mother and father used to share.
“Search for black, leather skinny pants,” I told Isa and got to work going around the room, touching fabrics on their hangers for the familiar feel of my favorite thing in the world to wear.
“Where’s the light?” Isabella asked.
But before I could answer, voices carried in from the other room.
“Did you bring me something, Arion?” Damon said, and I stilled.
“Shh,” I whispered Isa.
“A present,” I heard my sister say. “A little one.”
I felt my way over to the door on the other side of the closet leading to my father’s old room. I hovered behind it as it hung open a little, Isabella damn-near knocking me over as she hid in back of me.
“How old is she?” he asked.
“However old you want me to be.”
That wasn’t my sister’s voice.
“Oh, my God, is that him?” Isa asked in a hushed tone. “They don’t sleep in the same room?”
I waved my hand at her to shut up. I didn’t want to be found here.
“Her pussy’s dripping,” Arion taunted, all sensual and gross. “Young, tight, and hot.”
“Really tight,” the girl added. “My foster daddy used to say I’m tighter than his hand when he would do me.”
I winced. Oh, my God.
Isa moved around me to where the door was cracked, and I guess she was peeking through.
“Don’t let them see you,” I mouthed, barely a whisper.
“Fuck her bare,” my sister went on. “Look how wide she spreads.”
I held my breath, waiting for his answer and dreading it, but I didn’t know why. My sister had another woman in there. She was trying to get him into bed with them. Was he going to do it?
“He has a tattoo?” Isabella asked me. “I didn’t know that. It’s under his arm. Can’t make it out, though.”
A tattoo? I don’t know. I don’t care…
“Fuck her bare,” Arion urged him. “Fuck her as hard as you want, and make me watch. When it’s time to come, come inside me.”
I instantly took a step back. “I don’t want to hear any more.”
It was disgusting. I didn’t…want to hear that crap. Their sordid behavior. This only confirmed what I already knew. He was twisted and mean and used people for his enjoyment, like he would use my sister and that girl. He never cared about me all those years ago.
I started to leave, but Isa stopped me. “Wait,” she said. “Why is Arion doing this? I’ve heard about swingers, but this is…”
“We want you,” Arion said, interrupting our conversation.
“I know you do,” Damon replied. “But you have no clue what I want. Or what I like.”
“I know you like to watch.” My sister’s voice stayed playful. “Wanna watch us?”
I remained still, trying to hear his answer.
“He hasn’t slept with her yet,” Isabella whispered to me.
“Who?”
“Your sister,” she clarified. “She’s trying to entice him. She’s trying to get him into bed.”
“Obviously.”