A pitiful female whimper catches my attention. The throaty growl that precedes it lures me to a wood door, slightly ajar. That deep sexy tone sounds too familiar. My heart rate accelerates, stupidly scared I’d find Tomás with another woman.
I hold my breath and nudge the door handle to peek inside. Lacquered high rise bookcases line every wall, dominating the central couches of an unexpected library.
By the window, sprawled on an antique desk, lies a beautiful naked blonde. Long legs drape around a man’s shirtless shoulders, his scruff buried between her thighs. Lost in the sensation of his mouth on her clit, she squeezes her plentiful breasts, that are considerably bigger than mine, and arches her spine. On the floor by the desk are her strewn clothes. Garments matching the servant’s uniform.
Stunned by the insanely hot scene, I press my hand over my heart with stupid relief. Those inked muscles don’t belong to Tomás. It’s his brother, André.
My veins catch fire with voyeuristic intrigue. I shouldn’t spy on them, yet something wickedly naughty reaches my bones and locks me in place. The woman mewls and gyrates with an air of experience and greed.
She’s everything I’m not. Flawless and fair skinned, with golden hair and a face full of makeup. If I watch how she responds to him, perhaps I could learn a thing or two.
With wood shielding my vantage point, one eye stays hidden and the other drinks in the roughness he dishes out. There are quick slaps to each breast. A choking hand to her delicate throat. Assertive control of forcefully alternating positions. It’s devilishly debauched and mind-blowing. I’m bewitched by it all. Every spank and grunt, it tingles in a rush from my scalp to my swollen clit.
I swallow hard and gasp for a lungful of oxygen in the hope it will snuff out the bubbling fascination pulling me in like a riptide.
I’m entranced by André’s aura of confidence. That similar show of dominance his elder brother exudes in abundance. Rather than feed off their arousal, I’m feasting off my own imagination and my own fantasies.
There’s an elastic cord attached to my innermost desires. It tugs me back to Tomás every time I try to get away. He’s my terrifying obsession. The man I should despise, but can’t get enough of.
My fingers curl around the edge of the door for support. André’s exquisite, tattooed form comes to life under the half-light as his prey writhes under his control. It’s visually stimulating and deeply erotic to know they’re oblivious to me creeping in the shadows.
I'm aching to touch myself as he lifts his face and unbuckles his belt. When he leisurely lowers his trousers to his knees, my belly swoops.
Something scandalous has awoken inside me. Tomás has unleashed a hidden element within me that I never knew existed. And now that festering black lust is out of control.
André plunges his dick into the hungry woman. She cries out. My lungs expand and contract in quick succession. I’m lost in the moment when a familiar voice growls close to my ear from behind, the seriousness to his tone chilling. “You want my brother to fuck you like that?"
My mouth dries. I instantly spin on my heels to meet a wall of solid muscle, unbelievably tense behind Tomás’ immaculately pressed shirt. He stares at the crimson sweep of wanton coloring my neck.
“No." It’s not a lie.
He cocks an eyebrow. "Then why are you watching him fuck?"
I narrow my eyes at him, furious at myself for being so turned on. "I—I was... I thought it was you... with someone else.”
His eyes flash with a barrage of unspoken words. My skin catches fire. “Interesting.” He takes a beat before speaking again. “Dré and I look nothing alike when we’re naked. Yet, you continued to watch.”
Slowly, with perfect control, he thumbs his mouth so the bottom lip lowers as those coal colored eyes of his drill into my face. My knees go weak. This is bad. I sense his demonic mood slither over my scalp like a grass snake following the tune of the piper. There’s something about the slow drag of his gaze, how it flows with both danger and heat. It’s terrifying and a turn on.
Unfurling sweaty fists, I roll back my shoulders and smooth my palms over my hips to wipe away the slight moisture. “There’s no harm in watching them. You can’t control everything I do.”
His pupils darken, a starless vortex with a magnetic pull. "It seems to me like we've created a pretty little monster with a hunger for dicks."
Before I can argue, he twirls me around and kicks the door open. In a flash, he snares my jaw and forces my attention to the intimate show. An arm circles my waist and traps both of my arms by my hips. Once he’s content I’m secured tightly against his chest, I'm frog-marched into the room, aware of his hard-on prodding the base of my spine.
I’m imprisoned in his merciless embrace, my neck straining against my forced gaze. The fixed palm squeezing my jaw is unshakable.
“The only dick you need to satisfy you is mine.” His sexy, hot breath warms my ear.
André is now aware of our intrusion, clearly unaffected as he continues to screw without shame or care.
For a split second, he strips his eyes away from the woman, and rather than complain, he laughs. A dark villainous rumble that raises the temperature. His lips curl into a savage grin and his large hand cracks her bare flesh.
The willing young victim stabs her long nails into his shoulders, mingling streaks of red with inked flesh. She loves his violence. It’s not just me who craves the dark side of the moon. We’re all damned.
Tomás’ mouth pauses at my ear, his breathing heavy. “I can feel your heart racing,little liar. I give you permission to watch, to enjoy, to learn... but do not get yourself off.”
André pulls his sheathed dick out and manhandles the blonde so she’s spread out, breasts down. He hooks his forearm under her pelvis to tilt her hips upward.