It was a woman’s husky moan that alerted me I was no longer alone. I craned my neck to see but didn’t get far. Two bodies stumbled through the dark into my view. The larger body lowered into the chair facing the bed while the one the sounds were coming from eagerly sunk into their lap.
The window curtains were left open, allowing the moon to illuminate the writhing figures. Their faces were hidden in the shadows, but I knew it could only be one person.
How could he not remember I was here?
I was too deeply ensnared by confusing thoughts to realize I was being watched. It wasn’t until the woman he had in his lap lowered to the floor that I noticed his eyes fixed on me. They seemed brighter, and I figured it was the moonlight highlighting them. I heard the jingle of his belt being removed, but his gaze wouldn’t let me go. I couldn’t believe he was getting his dick blown while I was naked and tied in his bed.
His whore must have been paid a lot of money. If she’d noticed me, she didn’t even blink. By the sounds coming from her throat, she was enjoying herself. Then again, maybe it was for his benefit. I watched her head move up and down and gritted my teeth when he gripped her hair to control her movements. He moved her head lower, and I completely stopped breathing when his hips lifted from the chair to aid in fucking her mouth. His slacks were lowered around his hips and the loose belt buckle jingled with each movement.
His groan of satisfaction vibrated down my spine, and at the same time, made my blood run cold. I closed my eyes only to open them again when I heard movement. The woman sat in his lap once again, but this time, she worked her body on him like a pro.
I hated her.
I hated him.
Was I jealous?
Fuck no.
I simply wanted them both dead.
She moaned loudly and dramatically. It might have been convincing if Angel moved or paid attention. He sat unmoving and uninterested in anything but me.
Gagged, I had no way to wish him a happy trip to hell. Bound, I had no option but to wait it out. But even though I wasn’t blindfolded, it didn’t mean I had to watch.
I snapped my eyes closed and thought I had won.
Until I heard everything. Every slap of their skin and ecstatic moan. I could even smell the thick scent of their sex.
Her moans suddenly turned to surprised gasps, and I realized it was because he was participating .
Rat bastard.
But I didn’t care, right?
I wasn’t supposed to care.
They sped up, grew louder, and more frenzied until they crashed. I just wished they’d burn while they were at it.
He slapped her ass, and she giggled before removing her long legs from around his waist. Angel bent to wrestle his pants back over his ass when the moonlight caught his hair. I froze and studied the strands a little harder.
They weren’t dark locks.
They were blonde. And longer.
It wasn’t Angel who shamelessly fucked and made me watch. Hands suddenly closed around my hips and yanked me by my lower half. I screamed against my gag, but the sound was too muffled to mean anything.
The man, who was clearly Z, sat back and watched with a smile. His pearly white teeth shone through the dark, mocking me at the same time I felt hips press into my ass. I yelled against my gag, but it didn’t make him stop. He pulled me into him and pressed his hips hard. I felt him again and again and realized I was being fucked.
It felt so real.
The only free movement I had was my head. I thrashed it about wildly until a hand shoved my face into the bed, all the while the phantom hips moved against my ass, and I felt his cock through the fabric of his pants. My body came alive while my brain screamed to fight a second before I heard him groan. Silence followed. He stopped moving, but I could still feel his body pressed against mine. Suddenly, I felt his breath tickling my ear and then a long, slow lick up the shell of my ear. “Enjoy the show?”
Angel.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Maybe she needs you.
ANGEL
I never intended to touch her. Her body fell once she didn’t have my hands to hold her up.
“Damn…” Z spoke from my right. I glared at him when I noticed his attention fixated on Mian. The whore I hired was gone, so he must have sent her away. “That was hot as fuck.”
My stomach turned with regret and desire.
I fucked up.
But even knowing the truth, I still wanted more.
Touching her wasn’t part of the plan, but touching her against her will? That made me afraid to face myself.