Whatever it is, I’ll find out. Fabiola saunters towards Zayden, hips swaying with deliberate rhythm, her body dripping confidence and sensuality. Zayden freezes mid-drink, as her finger trails down the length of his spine. My hands clench into fists at my side. The idea of her touching what’s mine has every muscle in my body drawing tight.
“Before anything happens,” she says, before glancing over her shoulder at me. “We’re going to be clear.”
I stiffen at her words, or maybe it’s the look in her eyes. The one that dares me to challenge her. Tension thickens the air, heavy enough to choke on, making the space even more suffocating than it already was. Fabiola steps closer, wrapping her arms around his waist, while Zayden downs his drink before proceeding to drink even more directly from the bottle.
“I’m going to be his wife,” she purrs, not in a seductive way but something sinister… a warning. “And since you,” her hand travels down his happy trail, “Are his bitch, that makes you mine.”
Zayden’s shoulders move as he laughs, muttering under his breath. “Cute.”
“I’m not joking,” she quips with a smile, before unwrapping her arms from his waist and turning away. Her eyes are still on him when she adds. “You and I?” She motions between them. “We’re going to be friends. Real friends. Because in a hell like this, an ally is worth more than pride.”
Her gaze shifts to me then, and for a second, I see past the performance—past the cruelty we all learn to wear like jewelry. She’s terrified, and she should be. We’re all just trying to survive the only way we know how. My heart hammers inside my chest, the drugs I took earlier beginning to burn through my veins, spreading warmth like a wildfire. I look up towards the donor’s glass, waiting for the red dot to appear…
Fabiola is the first to move, removing her dress in one swift motion. The fabric pooling at her feet, exposing herself bare to us. “They want a show, let’s give them one,” she says with a grin.
Zayden’s eyes clash with mine, his Adam’s apple bobs with how hard he swallows. “I won’t touch you, he will,” I say flatly, to which she smiles, her index finger slowly moving side to side.
“No, actually, you will both touch, and I’ll watch,” she counters softly with a shrug. “And maybe I’ll join.”
My jaw ticks…
Running my tongue over my teeth, I can’t help the grin that spreads through my face. I see it now—her plan. She’s returning the same favor. Exposing me, in the same way I exposed her intimate moment with Ms. Torres.Touche.
Zayden slams down the bottle on the glass surface. “Let’s get the fucking party going.”
The music fades, until it’s nothing but a pulse beneath our skin. I can feel Fabiola’s eyes burning holes into me, and Zayden moves like an obedient dog ready to play. The red dot flickers to life on the glass, and I swallow down the bile that quickly works its way up my throat.
It’s showtime.
I move because I have to, not necessarily because I want to. The drugs hum through my veins, dulling the edges of my thoughts and morals. Leaving nothing but a beast that needs to rut. Nothing but raw and mechanical obedience. Everything slows—the sound, the light… the air itself.
Fabiola’s small hand finds Zayden’s lower back, guiding him like a director on set. His eyes flick to her, and I snap my fingers, hating for his attention to be anywhere but here with me. “Don’t look at her. Eyes up here, Ruas.”
His breath stutters when he meets my gaze, pupils blown wide. For a split second, I see the question in his eyes.How far will you go?
I answer with a smirk, and my hand closes around his throat, feeling his pulse hammering beneath my fingers. I wet my lips, becoming exactly what Velarium demands of me, letting them witness the monster they built. “Kneel.”
Zayden grunts, but he obeys, dropping to his knees slowly. Fabiola watches, her fingers threading through his hair, her gaze locked on mine.
“Show me how you please him,” she orders, and I won’t lie… the sight has me harder than I could ever have thought possible.
Zayden’s fingers tremble, my pulse racing as his hand dips behind the waistband of my pants. The moment stretches, becoming unbearable, until my cock springs free from the confines of my pants, his hand wrapping around it. The heat of his palm pushes away the cold from the room.
I try to keep my expression blank, my body mechanical, even though everything inside me burns. A deep groan rumbles in my chest when his calloused hand moves slowly and deliberately up and down my shaft.
“Fuck,” I mutter before pistoning my hips forward.
Fabiola grins, biting down on her lip as she inches his head forward.
“Be a good boy, and suck him,” she purrs.
I feel his hot breath tickle my heated flesh before his warm, wet mouth wraps around my cock. The sensation catapults heat into my core, my toes curling and my head falling back just as histongue twirls around the tip. Lazy and languid movements that push me closer to the edge.
“What a tease…” I mutter, desperate to feel the back of this throat, but he only stays in the same spot. I piston my hips, but he backs away, not giving me what I want. Edging me until I can no longer take it. My hand moves to his dark strands, and I fist his hair, shoving my cock deep into his mouth. “That’s how you fucking suck me, Zayden. Stop teasing.”
He gags and tries to pull back, but Fabiola keeps him there.
“Take all of me…” I drag my cock out, his tongue licking underneath when I push back in. “You look so beautiful with your mouth full of me.”
