“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.”
“He doesn’t want her,” Isabella told me. “My sister told me about him. They were in school together, too. Damon had a really bad reputation. And I mean, bad. People were genuinely afraid of him.”