Next to me, Benedikt groans.
Kazimir sucks her nipple into his mouth, and she gasps softly, a beautiful sound of pleasure and surprise. She arches herbreasts toward him and digs her fingers into his arm as desire steals through her body.
My cock is rock-hard, pressing against my pants.
Kazimir pushes Maria onto her back and climbs on top of her, pushing her legs apart and thrusting his cock against her. He grabs her jaw and pulls her lips onto his as he rubs himself over her.
She runs her hands up his back and drags her nails over his shirt.
He growls and thrusts harder, pushing his hard-on against her.
“What the fuck is this?!” Artur shouts, raging.
I spin around in fright. How the hell did he manage to sneak up on me? I’m usually so hyper-aware of my surroundings.
In the bedroom, Kazimir and Maria are fumbling. A light comes on and illuminates the doorway where Benedikt and I are standing with hard-ons. The silent voyeurs.
“Are you fucking kidding me? What is this? A fuck fest?” Artur snaps at everyone. “She’s got all of you so intoxicated by her fake fucking charm. Look at you! You’re all fucking weak!”
He’s so angry the veins are popping up over his temple, and his neck is taut and tense.
“Calm the hell down,” I snap. I want to escape the suddenly claustrophobic hallway.
Benedikt raises his hands and grumbles, “Nothing actually happened. We all need to calm down.”
From the room, Kazimir is walking toward us, straightening his clothing. “It seems that Artur is the only onewho actually needs to calm down. The rest of us were apparently having fun,” he smirks, looking proud of himself.
Maria has pulled the sheet over her head and is refusing to face any of this.
This is a disaster.
Chapter 11 - Artur
“I can’t fucking believe this!” I snarl. My heart is beating so hard against my chest that it’s aching. My palms are clammy with sweat, and the muscles running down my neck and across my shoulders are so taut I might pull something.
Stepping forward, I shove Joseph against the wall. “Are you blind?” I snap at him.
“Dammit, Artur, I am not going to fight you. Calm the fuck down!” he demands.
I shake my head, a cold, clinical laugh spilling from my lips.
“You’re all pathetic. And you’re all playing a dangerous game by letting her keep you wrapped around her little finger like that,” I warn them.
Benedikt sighs heavily. “That isn’t what’s happening here, Artur. This was…”
“Oh yeah? What was it, Benedikt?” I huff. “You were just talking, right? You were just hanging out? Please, I’d love to fucking hear what you think this was!”
“Stop shouting!” Maria shouts from inside the room. Apparently, she’s decided to peek out from beneath the sheets where she was ashamedly hiding. Stupid brat. She thinks she’s in control here, but she has a surprise coming.
I’ll fucking lock her up if I have to. I won’t let her manipulate this situation anymore.
I storm into her bedroom and stand over her bed, glaring at her.
“You’re playing adirtygame, girl. You should be ashamed of yourself. Youshouldbe hiding under the sheets,” I snarl.
“What are you talking about?” she splutters. “I’m not playing anything.” Her eyes widen and glimmer with the threat of tears.
I scoff, laughing bitterly. “Yes, cry those fake tears of self-pity. No one cares. We can all see straight through it.”
