I needed to find something to do.
Now I sat in this house, I think it was a house, waiting for him to come back to me.
The scent of cigar smoke and alcohol was heady in the air.
No one was around.
No guard to keep an eye on me.
I’d been playing the good girl role for too long now. Look where it had gotten me. A loveless marriage and a boring life. Still with no friends, but that wasn’t a surprise. No matter what I did, no one seemed to like me.
I spun around on the chair and glanced at the furniture. It was all expensive and classy. Getting to my feet, I moved toward the door and opened it. Rebel in the house. There was no guard on the door, and I smiled. Slavik clearly expected me to be good, or he simply didn’t care to have another guard wanting to kiss me.
I had no idea where I was.
Nibbling on my lip, I explored, checking out a couple of the rooms, but they were all vacant. Soft music played through the walls. Seductive. Somewhat alluring. I liked it. Still, no one stopped me.
Slavik wasn’t there to yell at me.
I set about my newfound freedom and rebellion with relish. Putting my hand on the staircase, I made my way up. Each step gave me a thrill that I was finally fighting back against the chains of my life.
Death had always been a threat.
Life always seemed like a gift and a curse.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I walked past a couple of doors. I heard moaning. The kind that I imagined couples made. I paused. On instinct, I spun away as if to hide. This was a world I wasn’t allowed to be a part of. My only sense was that of duty. I had no other role to play.
I got to the top of the stairs and paused. No. I refused to run and hide. I wanted to know what those noises meant.
Quickly, I made my way back. The doors were all shut until I got to the end of the hall. It was open wide enough for me to see.
The feminine sound echoed around the room, and I felt an answering pulse between my thighs. I couldn’t help but press them together. This was arousal. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I focused on the occupants in the room. I saw a woman. With long red hair, she was completely naked, and between her thighs, she was bare. She wasn’t alone. A man stood behind her. His hand in her hair. He was naked, like her. I saw his naked body. Not a single mark of ink, but he had chest hair.
I didn’t recognize the man or the woman.
“Yes, fuck, just like that, baby,” she said.
“Yeah, I can feel how tight you are.” He growled and sped up.
All of a sudden, she tugged out of his hold, and she sank down beside him. I saw everything.
His cock was huge, and it was covered in a condom that she pulled off. Then she covered him with her mouth.
He groaned. His hands went into her hair and used it as leverage, forcing her to take his cock.
I heard his moan and hers.
When he pulled her in close and he rocked his hips fast, she gagged on his length but didn’t stop. The woman on the floor grabbed his ass as if she wanted him to go deeper. Tears fell down her eyes, and the man groaned. I watched his neck tense up and then he released her.
The woman sat back, opening her mouth, and then I watched her swallow.
I’d read enough books to know what she’d done. The man looked hypnotized, but he wasn’t done yet. He grabbed her, pulling her back up to the bed. Within seconds, his mouth was between her thighs, and the woman in question cried out, begging for more, and then arched up, looking like she was in a state of bliss.
I couldn’t move.
The man, once he was done, dropped a kiss to the woman’s lips, stood, and gathered his clothes.
“Next week?”
“Yes, next week, and I can’t wait.”
“Love you, Cara.”
I stepped back, but the man stopped when he saw me.
“It’s okay, Drake. I’ll deal with it.”
The woman, Cara, came to the door with a smile on her face. I didn’t know what to do. I’d been caught watching them.
My cheeks felt hot to the touch. I was aroused. I’d watched this couple have sex, and I was so wet, it was crazy.
“Hello, Aurora,” Cara said. “Come in.”
“You know my name?”
“I think I should. I was at your wedding.”
“You were?”
Cara laughed. “Of course. It’s not every single day I get to see Slavik married. I had to be there.”
“You know Slavik?”
“I do. We go way back.” Cara began to strip the bed. “Damn, fucking is so much fun, but it does sure get messy.”