Tiffany’s sequin skirt was rucked up around her waist as she bounced over Logan’s lap, her arms twined above her head. Her bare breasts bounced with every movement, and her face was a mask of ecstasy that Ophelia thought, from personal experience, was overselling Logan’s contribution. Logan’s expression was just as rapturous—and a little stupefied, suggesting he was high.
Brandon was sitting on a couch perpendicular to the one they were defiling, a beer sweating in one hand while he used his phone to record them with the other. He absently adjusted the tent in his pants, slack-jawed. Even in the darkness, she could see how huge his pupils were.
They were a portrait of perfect debauchery, all of them clearly comfortable with this arrangement.
Her heart twinged as she stood there in the shadows, unable to move away.
How long? How fucking long had this been going on? How long had she been covering his bills and helping him ‘catch up’ on his student loans while he had been fucking his coworker?
“Do you want me to kill him?” Sam’s voice was a deep rumble in her ear.
She shook her head, distantly wondering if the offer was sincere.CouldSam kill someone? The look on his face suggested that he could, and that he might even enjoy it.
She shuddered, looking back at Logan, whose hands had begun to roam over Tiffany as she writhed.
No wonder he’d been bored in bed with her.Thiswas what he was used to. Cuckoldry and voyeurism, and god only knew what else. If it had been anyone else, she wouldn’t have judged—but this was Logan, who had looked her in the eyes and lied for so long. Logan, who had used his kinks to make her feel like she wasn’t enough after using her all that time.
A cold rage iced over her veins, taking the sting out of the betrayal. She took out her own phone, holding it up to take a photo.
The flash lit up the alcove in stark relief as the shutter went off.Shit!How could she forget to turn that off?
All three of them jumped, whirling toward her, but Sam was already dragging her away.
“Hey!” Brandon shouted, staggering out of the alcove. “What the fuck!”
Had he seen her? He couldn’t have; he wasn’t calling for her by name as he trailed them through the club.
“You’re deleting that fucking photo!” he shouted, hardly louder than a gnat under the oppressive thrum of the music.
Sam pulled them through the crowd, forcing Brandon to slow his pursuit. She didn’t look back as Sam elbowed his way through the revelers. When they reached the far side of the dance floor, he tugged her in front of him and ushered her to the back door with a hand on the small of her back.
They burst into a dark, grimy alley. The heavy door slammed shut behind them, cutting off the pulse of club music, leaving them with the sound of her panting breath and the muted noise of the city at night.
For a moment, they stood there, staring at the exit.
Would Brandon track them all the way there? After a long moment, she let out the breath she was holding.
Safe. At least for now.
Sam turned to her, his expression inscrutable. A lock of his hair had fallen in his eyes, which were no longer glowing in that inhuman way.
She took him in, allowing herself to linger on him without shame for the first time. His broad shoulders. The way his pecs strained against Logan’s too-tight shirt. The flat plane of his stomach and his narrow hips. His powerful, inhuman hands, so big and somehow still strangely elegant.
“Did you see what you needed to see?” he asked with that smoky voice, carefully calibrated for seduction.
She stared at him, drinking in all the dramatic planes of his face until he frowned in confusion.
“Ophelia? Are you?—”
A grunt cut off the question as she threw herself at him, yanking him down until she could crash her lips against his.
CHAPTER 21
Finally,Sam thought as Ophelia crushed him to her.Finally, she’s mine.
She’d caught her bottom lip between the crash of their teeth with the ferocity of her kiss, splitting it, and the taste of her blood flooded his senses. His tongue lapped at the injury, desperate to drink down more of her essence.
It had brought him no pleasure to watch the betrayal settle over her, but if it had been what she needed to cut loose from that bastard, then it had been worth it.
