wasn’t good enough for him. Too small. I don’t let betrayal go unpunished.”
I rolled my eyes, and then shuddered in disgust as his hand dipped in toward my chest and ran over the swell of my breast.
“I can’t—” I jerked away, hating his touch. Hating this house and everything about this.
I squeezed my eyes tight, desperately wondering why I hadn’t used two pills. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“Stalling just prolongs the inevitable,” he said with a smile in his voice.
I opened my eyes, my hate-filled glare landing on him. It made his smile burn brighter. I looked at the waiver lying on the table.
“I’ll do you right near, then you can take it and go. No sassle.”
The lump in my throat was back. My eyes stung. I hated this. Only then did what he had said leak into my brain.
I turned back to him, noticing his eyes drooping just a little bit. Swallowing, I leaned back, aiming my chest toward him so the camera would catch everything. I didn’t make a move toward him, though. I left my hands in my lap, stiff.
His smile turned hungry. He reached out with a slightly limp hand, hitting the center of my chest. His brow creased a little as he adjusted, flopping his palm onto my breast.
“Just get this over with,” I said, turning my face toward the couch back.
As expected, he chuckled darkly, slowing down. He moved over to the other breast before working with numb fingers at the strap on my dress.
“Snur faburn.” His eyebrows pinched over his eyes before his head rolled. He looked at his hand before his head rolled again. His body fell against the couch back, and he reached out to me.
I caught his hand by the wrist and held it. He pulled back, which only succeeded in tipping his body toward me when I wouldn’t let go of his hand. I hopped up quickly, grabbed his glass, crossed the room to the small bar, and poured it down the sink. I did the same with mine, then brought the decanter of brandy to the coffee table and left it there, along with two snifter glasses, both with a little of the brown liquid in the bottom.
Moving quickly, I took out the condom and lotion before snatching the waiver from the coffee table and jamming it into my clutch. With shaking hands, hoping none of the maids tiptoed in to check on things, I made sex sounds as I ripped the condom pack and unrolled the latex. I squeezed the small bit of white lotion into the end before dropping it and the wrapper on the ground.
A quick glance told me the coast was still clear, so I heaved his body fully onto the couch, on his back, before ripping open his fly and yanking it down.
“This so sucks,” I muttered, ripping his shirt open. Buttons flew all over. I didn’t care. I yanked open his pants a moment later and reached into his small briefs to find an erect penis.
“Oh, ew,” I said with bile rising in my throat. He must’ve taken Viagra.
Gagging, skin crawling, I put some of the lotion onto him, just to make it seem used a little, and wiped my hands on his pants. I put the unused lotion into my clutch, so no one would be the wiser, and grunted sexually a few times in a male voice.
There was no way this would fool anyone, but I had to try.
Straightening up, and mussing my hair and clothes, I quickly swept my gaze around the area to make sure everything was in order, took off my shoes so I didn’t make too much noise, and snuck off toward the door. Hopefully no one would check on him for a while.
I left the house and slipped on my shoes, bringing out my phone to call a cab. As I hurried down the front walk, I caught sight of someone walking in rapid strides toward me. My breath caught as I lowered the phone, ready to run or scream or who knew what.
“Olivia.”
The dominating voice shocked into me, releasing the stress from my body and relaxing my muscles. I should’ve been nervous as Hunter reached me and grabbed my shoulders. I was on enemy soil, after all. But I wasn’t. Not even a little. Just utterly,
I rolled my eyes, and then shuddered in disgust as his hand dipped in toward my chest and ran over the swell of my breast.
“I can’t—” I jerked away, hating his touch. Hating this house and everything about this.
I squeezed my eyes tight, desperately wondering why I hadn’t used two pills. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“Stalling just prolongs the inevitable,” he said with a smile in his voice.
I opened my eyes, my hate-filled glare landing on him. It made his smile burn brighter. I looked at the waiver lying on the table.
“I’ll do you right near, then you can take it and go. No sassle.”
The lump in my throat was back. My eyes stung. I hated this. Only then did what he had said leak into my brain.
I turned back to him, noticing his eyes drooping just a little bit. Swallowing, I leaned back, aiming my chest toward him so the camera would catch everything. I didn’t make a move toward him, though. I left my hands in my lap, stiff.
His smile turned hungry. He reached out with a slightly limp hand, hitting the center of my chest. His brow creased a little as he adjusted, flopping his palm onto my breast.
“Just get this over with,” I said, turning my face toward the couch back.
As expected, he chuckled darkly, slowing down. He moved over to the other breast before working with numb fingers at the strap on my dress.
“Snur faburn.” His eyebrows pinched over his eyes before his head rolled. He looked at his hand before his head rolled again. His body fell against the couch back, and he reached out to me.
I caught his hand by the wrist and held it. He pulled back, which only succeeded in tipping his body toward me when I wouldn’t let go of his hand. I hopped up quickly, grabbed his glass, crossed the room to the small bar, and poured it down the sink. I did the same with mine, then brought the decanter of brandy to the coffee table and left it there, along with two snifter glasses, both with a little of the brown liquid in the bottom.
Moving quickly, I took out the condom and lotion before snatching the waiver from the coffee table and jamming it into my clutch. With shaking hands, hoping none of the maids tiptoed in to check on things, I made sex sounds as I ripped the condom pack and unrolled the latex. I squeezed the small bit of white lotion into the end before dropping it and the wrapper on the ground.
A quick glance told me the coast was still clear, so I heaved his body fully onto the couch, on his back, before ripping open his fly and yanking it down.
“This so sucks,” I muttered, ripping his shirt open. Buttons flew all over. I didn’t care. I yanked open his pants a moment later and reached into his small briefs to find an erect penis.
“Oh, ew,” I said with bile rising in my throat. He must’ve taken Viagra.
Gagging, skin crawling, I put some of the lotion onto him, just to make it seem used a little, and wiped my hands on his pants. I put the unused lotion into my clutch, so no one would be the wiser, and grunted sexually a few times in a male voice.
There was no way this would fool anyone, but I had to try.
Straightening up, and mussing my hair and clothes, I quickly swept my gaze around the area to make sure everything was in order, took off my shoes so I didn’t make too much noise, and snuck off toward the door. Hopefully no one would check on him for a while.
I left the house and slipped on my shoes, bringing out my phone to call a cab. As I hurried down the front walk, I caught sight of someone walking in rapid strides toward me. My breath caught as I lowered the phone, ready to run or scream or who knew what.
“Olivia.”
The dominating voice shocked into me, releasing the stress from my body and relaxing my muscles. I should’ve been nervous as Hunter reached me and grabbed my shoulders. I was on enemy soil, after all. But I wasn’t. Not even a little. Just utterly,
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