I hummed right back at him, feeling him miraculously get even harder from the sensation.
Theo withdrew and slapped that majestic, wet organ across my face, where I stuck out my tongue and licked every imposing inch of him. He hitched one knee on the mattress, lifted his shaft, and jerked himself off while lowering two engorged balls into my mouth.
It was all so unbelievably hot. I wanted badly to touch myself while blowing my domineering paramour, but Theo would not relinquish my wrists. All I could do was thrust my wet pussy toward him like an animal in heat.
His breath was quickening. So was the pace of his stroking. I loved the effect I had on him but was aching to accept this amazing penis inside my untread canal.
Then a rush of cool air was between our bodies, causing my nipples to rise again. Theo had stepped back. He held tight to my hands even as he stroked himself to a huge eruption.
“Aww, fuck! I’m … coming,” he grunted, sending spurt after spurt of warm, thick semen across my face and chest.
I was caught completely off-guard by this sudden, volcanic ejaculation. I reveled in my shower of come, lying back and moaning.
He let go of my wrists as he re-dressed, but my passion had drained me of strength.
I could do little more than simply lie there. “Kiss me?” I begged in a whisper.
He wiped the stray ejaculate from around my mouth, then his lips came down upon mine. It was invasive, hard, and almost punishing. He chuckled, and I thought that was slightly rude, or perhaps he’d thought of something funny. I lifted my head to ask just as he pulled off his mask.
Before me stood Zephyr.
I gasped, grabbing for the coverlet with which to cover myself, or perhaps it was as a shield between me and the inconceivable. How could I have been so fooled? Where was Theo? Oh, sweet Jesus. What had I done? I found my voice. “You!”
“Oh, don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy that.”
I felt sick. “Why? Why do you hate me so very much?”
His mouth twisted into a sly grin. “I don’t hate you. You’re not worth the effort.”
“Then why?”
“I was bored,” he said over his shoulder as he opened the door and walked away, leaving the door standing open.
Chapter 12
Biba
I looked around the bed, the sour scent of our liaison floating about me. My clothing lay on the floor. The music had started again at the end of this secret hall, a quartet of strings marking time for some decorous promenade.
I was sitting there, partially swathed in cloth but entirely in shame. My life, my reputation, my dreams for a stellar future to honor Dad lay in that pitiful pile of evidence beside the bed.
I chuckled hollowly to keep from weeping. Pawing through the fabric and putting on what was left of my ballroom attire, not even bothering to wipe away Zephyr’s come as it dried on my skin. I had been taken by my enemy. Even worse, I had given my body to the enemy of the man I truly wanted.
Good God. Theo could never find out about this.
Finally dressed to some extent, I looked back at the scene of the crime—the rumpled coverlet, the imprint of my body. Except for his knees, he hadn’t even touched the bed but had taken out his sick masquerade on my naked body. My shoulders slumped; my jaw ached.
I wasn’t a victim. No one would pity me. I had taken part willingly, relished his palm against my womanhood, his teeth on my breast. I saw that throbbing organ and didn’t hesitate a moment. Did I know, somewhere deep down, that the cock I sucked so covetously was the same one I saw between Erin’s breasts weeks ago?
I could still taste him in my mouth. First and foremost, I needed to fix that.
Confused and careless, I put one foot ahead of the other in a random effort to leave and find my way back to the ball. The corridor seemed endless. It was so late. My mind was so foggy, and I needed it foggier. I was only a breath away from pushing open an emergency door and throwing myself off the mountain’s cliff, so nearby and inviting.
Eyes followed me as I stumbled back into the Grand Hall. There was more than a little laughter. I looked like the fallen woman I was. My gown was bunching and stretched, my corset lose and crooked. The updo I had arranged intricately was lopsided from Zephyr’s domineering hands.
Thank God I’d retrieved my mask. It afforded me the tiniest bit of anonymity as I stumbled my way to the punch. I filled the nearest discarded cup and flung back a full measure. It was warm, and the champagne was flat, but it did the trick.