CATALINA
Two days passed in a blur.
My forty-eight-hour deadline was up, and I was sure one of the men would take me tonight …
Or maybe all three.
I swallowed, rubbing my legs together at the thought.
The last time they had all taken me was still seared in my brain at full clarity.
I wanted that again. And waiting for the skin to heal was almost unbearable, especially with Nikolay’s teasing, Mikhail’s dark smile that told me all his dirty thoughts, and even Damien walking around the house shirtless, showing off ropes upon ropes of muscles and impressive tattoos.
I was going crazy for them.
I had just gotten out of the shower and had nothing on but a towel wrapped around me. Looking at myself naked in the mirror was not something I’d done often—or at all—but I was …
I bit my bottom lip and slowly tugged the towel away. It fell in a wet heap around my feet.
My eyes moved over my body, wondering what they saw when they looked at me like this.
I didn’t have the best body in the world. I was certainly not the fittest nor the most endowed.
I was more on the thinner side of average.
Father had put me on a strict diet since I hit puberty. It wouldn’t do if his “greatest treasure” looked less than perfect.
My hands glided down my body, causing a small shiver to break out as goosebumps rose across my sensitive skin.
My fingers found my nipples, and I plucked at them, imagining Nikolay was the one pulling on them. A small moan escaped my lips, and I stilled, looking around.
I was alone in the penthouse.
No one could hear me.
I tugged harder on my nipples and watched as they hardened over my rough treatment before I laid my hand flat on my middle.
Touching myself wasn’t something I had ever explored.
At least, not for pleasure.
My eyes came up to my reflection in the mirror. I was flushed, my chest moving in and out with each harsh breath I took, my lips gaping.
I could feel my arousal coming out of me as I thought about the way Mikhail kissed me as if he was desperate for the very taste of me, and even the way Damien played with my pussy, telling me how pretty he thought I looked.
He would spread my legs wide so he could take in his fill.
My bare pussy.
My hands went down to my mound, the skin soft to my touch. My fingers found my clit, and I rubbed it in circles, slowly at first. But the more I touched myself, the more pleasure I felt, and the more I started to lose my reservation.
My fingers moved faster and faster and faster …
The shrill sound of my phone brought me back. I jumped, looking at my reflection with wide eyes as if I had just done something wrong.
I took in a huge gulp of air, trying to calm my erratic breathing. The intrusive ring of the phone kept going on, sounding much louder than it would in the bathroom.
I let out a small moan in frustration and walked over to where I had placed it on the counter before my shower.