“Like I’d arrange you on the deck and lick your pussy under the stars.”
A jolt of lust shoots between my legs. I grip the phone tighter while he continues to talk.
“I would lick and suck and push my fingers inside you, feel that greedy cunt go tight. Just like you did for me yesterday, bella.” He groans. “You taste so fucking good. Would you let me, if I were there?”
“Yes.” I nod, even though he can’t see me. “Yes, I’d let you, Sir.”
“I thought you might. Now, there’s something I’d like you to do.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a task for someone who is brave enough to stand on a stage and auction off her body. For someone who isn’t afraid of being seen. Someone who craves sexual adventure. Does this sound like you, bella?”
“Yes.” I’m so breathless from his words, my voice comes out soft as a whisper.
“Are you certain?”
This time, I speak with more force. “Yes. Yes, I am. Very certain.”
“Good.” His voice is soothing. “You’re going to go out to the hot tub and take off all of your clothes.”
I balk. It would be fine if it were just me staying in this beach house. But Seth is here, too.
But Damiano isn’t done with his instructions. “And I’ll make sure you have an audience, Miss M. I know how you like to be watched.”
18
SETH
The sound of the back door sliding open grabs my attention. Is Madison leaving the house again? It’s dark—I don’t think she should be going anywhere. The cliffs can be dangerous, and the beach has a nasty undertow.
I tell myself I don’t care, but I do. It’s because I feel responsible for her, nothing more. She was my sister-in-law. Kyle would want me to watch out for her.
I peer out my bedroom window and see Madison standing next to the hot tub. She wrestles with the cover, but manages to get it off.
She’s wearing the clothes she had on earlier, no bathing suit. I watch, puzzled. Maybe she just wanted to see if the hot tub was on, before getting changed.
She looks around, as if checking to see if she’s alone. I duck away from the window. I don’t want her to know I’m watching. I don’t want her to know I care. Because I’m not watching, and I don’t care.
With a little shrug, she starts pulling off her t-shirt.
Shit. I shouldn’t be witnessing this. And yet I can’t look away.
She shimmies out of her exercise pants next, shoving them down and stepping out of them. She kicks them to the side, next to her t-shirt. Next, her bra comes off, leaving her in her panties. She looks around again, then shoves those down as well.
Madison is fully naked on the back deck.
Fuck me, she’s gorgeous.
If Kyle wanted me to watch out for her, I sure as fuck don’t think he’d want me to “watch out for her” like this. But I can’t look away.
She picks up her phone, holds it out to take a selfie, and then sets the phone down again.
Aha. So Damiano is behind this. She’s texting him proof that she’s following his instructions.
Which means that more is going to happen. Much more. Damiano won’t be arranging a quiet, relaxing moment in the hot tub.
Madison steps into the tub. At first, she doesn’t do anything except lean her head back and close her eyes. The water is still, so I can see her body easily—nothing is obscured by bubbles. I imagine running my hands over those curves, feeling her skin smooth and silky in the water.
