Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
“It’s incredible what people will do when they know they can get away with it,” I say in a low voice. “But when they have deniability? ‘Oh, I didn’t know.’ ‘How was I supposed to know?’ ”
It gets them off to fantasize about it, though.
Dallas turns to me. “Let’s go.”
Why? Am I supposed to believe he hasn’t slept with a married woman? Been watched? Had a threesome? A foursome? Desired someone he wasn’t supposed to have? Dallas Jaeger’s heart doesn’t interfere with his conquests. He belongs in here. He loves overpowering others, especially in the head.
Maybe his conscience is firing, knowing it’s entirely possible for one or more of his students to sneak in at some point, but does he really care? Or is he just afraid of getting fired?
“You don’t have to participate in here,” he whispers to me. “Let’s just go.”
My eyebrows pinch together, his voice almost sounding pleading. What is he playing at? It has to be past midnight now. Is he afraid he won’t make it home with Aracely all of a sudden?
In any case, we can’t leave yet.
“Let’s get on with it.” I move back into the main room. “This isn’t the last time I’ll be in here.”
“I don’t want you in here,” he growls in a low voice. “You’re better than this place.”
I’m not like them, he means. I’m not as strong or ruthless.
He never knew me.
He will by the end of the night, though.
Pulling Aracely with me down the three steps into a sunken area of the massive room, I spin her around and push her down onto some pillows.
She lands on her ass, her hands behind her as she looks up at us, mouth open and her chest expanding and caving hard.
“Just like Mrs. Coldwell,” I tell Dallas, peering over at him. “You remember.”
I know all about his role-playing at the mansion. If anyone knows how to put on a show, it’ll be him.
A concrete fountain trickles next to us, the entire area scattered with large, luxurious pillows. Two women fawn all over a cock on the other side of the fountain, his moans overpowering theirs.
Dallas and I come toward Aracely, and she locks her arms behind her, bracing herself. “Just kissing and touching,” she murmurs, almost without moving her lips.
Sliding in behind her, I watch Dallas kneel down between her knees, both of us slow to put our hands on her. Circling my arm around her waist, I look up at him as he runs his hand up her thigh. I thread my fingers into her hair, feeling the eyes of others in the room glancing over.
The smooth beats of the music pair well with all the other fucking going on in the rooms, the light layer of fog making it seem like everything that’s happening isn’t really real. It’s a dream or a fantasy, but either way, I’m sure it helps everyone separate the Den from real life when they leave by changing what triggers our senses. Dallas hovers over both of us, Aracely’s hair blanketing my chest, and for a second, I let myself wish I was her.
“Kiss her,” I tell him.
Dipping down, he brushes her nose with his, but…
He doesn’t touch her with his mouth. Instead, he takes my hand off her stomach and guides us both down between her legs. His fingers press through the open heart of her chastity belt, slipping us in and nudging my fingers in circles to open her up and find her clit. Aracely’s body immediately relaxes into mine, a little whimper escaping as she exhales.
I feel her wet on the pads of my fingers. I touch the soft skin of her nib. I find the little ridge inside that makes her jolt when we rock it back and forth.
But it’s Dallas’s long fingers on mine and his dark green eyes gazing over her head to me that hold my attention. He moves my hand, masturbating her, and she turns her mouth to me, licking the corner of my mask. Peeling it off my head, I take her face in my hand and kiss her, her soft lips moving expertly over mine. I suck her tongue into my mouth, imagining for a second that I’m sucking him, but she’s not nearly his size. It feels good to use my mouth, though. To close my eyes and pretend.
Dallas leans in, whispering, “You look good with a woman.”
Is he joking? Or is he rubbing in that I’ll have to fake it like this the rest of my life?
I hate that I once entertained letting one into our bed if it meant I could keep him.
Pressing the side of his head into Aracely’s, his forehead nearly touches mine. “Callum,” he says just below a whisper.
His chest rises and falls so hard, and I almost think he sees only me.