out.”
I swallowed. I’d never been in the same room where people got intimate. Voyeurism and
exhibitionism weren’t something I was interested in. Not that I’d tried it before. Leo was the jealous, possessive, obsessive type. I used to love that about him.
“Holy shit,” the woman said in awe. Then a chorus of moans and slurps and pops seeped out of her
mouth.
Great. I needed a live porn show playing in the same room I was held captive—the same room my
captor gave me the best kiss I’d had in my life before he brought another girl to suck him off—to be
the finale of my awesome day.
My eyes squeezed as I sighed. Then I licked my lip and bit it. The sounds the woman was making
were so erotic, and I couldn’t deny I was a little bit curious about why she was enjoying herself that much.
“I know you ain’t sleeping,” Savage suddenly said, his voice low, calculated. “Don’t torture
yourself. Go ahead. Sneak a peek. I know you want to.”
I swallowed again, my eyes open now. If he knew I wasn’t sleeping, why would he go on with it?
To humiliate me? To arouse me so I’d sleep with him? Either way, it was working. I’d never felt more
humiliated in my life, and yet so aroused. The same feeling I had when he stripped me naked and
touched my scar.
“Don’t you wanna see what you’re missing, sugar beau?” he taunted.
Swearing in my head, I clenched my teeth.
“I can always make you, you know? Be a good bitch and do as you’re told.”
“I’m not a bitch!” I snapped at him, finally rolling over. He was sitting in a chair, legs spread,
while hisbitchwas shirtless, bobbing her head between them, sucking his cock like it was the most important thing she’d do in her life.
He smirked at me. “Here she is.” His tongue snaked out and glided across his lower lip as his eyes
locked on mine. He gripped the woman’s hair and yanked her off him, tilting her head to the side,
giving me a full view of his length.
Don’t look. Don’t you dare look.I resisted, shifting my focus to the first object that hit my view.
His gun. He’d put it on the side table by the other side of the bed. But, at their own will, my eyes
glanced back at him. I struggled so hard not to look down, keeping my eyes level with his, both our
breathing sounds high in the room.
His brow shot up. Then he chuckled. “Tits, get on the bed…on all fours.”
“Yes, Prez,” she obeyed with her sultry voice and sauntered to the bed, her breasts perky and big
