The Red Light Room
“Ohhhh, damn,” she whispered, eyes locking on my trembling legs.
“You were touching your p***y in there, weren’t you?”
Her friend gasped, then grinned.
“That’s why you were moaning like a w***e! I told you it wasn’t a guy. That was some solo slut shit.”
“Shut the f**k up,”
I muttered, trying to push past them, but they didn’t move.
The taller one stepped closer.
She reeked of tequila and s*x. Her eyes dropped to my chest.
“You’re still hard,” she said, voice low.
“Your f*****g n*****s are poking through your dress like they wanna say hi.”
Her friend leaned against the doorframe, licking her lips.
“I bet your p***y’s still twitching too. Want us to check?”
I froze.
The look in her eyes wasn’t a joke.
She meant it.
“I… I’m just looking for my friend,”
I said, but my voice came out thin. Weak. Like I was trying to convince myself.
The shorter girl leaned in, so close I could smell the alcohol on her breath.
“Was it that Alpha?” she asked.
“The one with the black jacket? The one who looked like he wanted to f**k you in the hallway?”
I didn’t answer.
My thighs clenched.
My slick dripped again.
“Oh, f**k,” the taller one whispered.
“You’re still leaking.”
She bent down suddenly.
My heart slammed.
She sniffed.
No f*****g way.
“Yup,” she said, voice sultry.
“That’s definitely cunt slick. You came hard in there, didn’t you?”
I turned my face away. My cheeks were on fire.
The shorter girl reached down and touched my thigh.
Two fingers.
A slow swipe.
Then she licked them.
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“Mmm,” she moaned.
“f**k off,”
I snapped, shoving them both aside.
But not before the taller one smirked and said,
“Don’t act like you don’t want it. You were in there screaming Daddy like a little heat-struck Omega. Every b***h in the hallway heard.”
I pushed harder.
Stumbled out into the corridor.
My skin was burning. My breath short. My pulse racing like I’d been caught in something I wasn’t supposed to survive.
Behind me, I heard more giggles.
“Hope he gives you the real thing next time, slut!” one of them called.
“Yeah,” the other laughed.
“We wanna hear what you sound like with a c**k in you.”
I didn’t turn back.
Because they were right.
I wanted that c**k.
His c**k.
I wanted Damon to bend me over that counter, slap my ass, shove himself inside and f**k the rest of my shame out until I couldn’t feel anything but him.
I stumbled forward.
Feet moving without direction.
Just one thought in my head.
Find Tasha.
Before I lose my f*****g mind.
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I didn’t walk.
I stumbled.
Shaky legs, burning thighs, panties long gone, and every step making my p***y throb like it was remembering everything. Like it missed his voice. His f*****g scent.
I could still feel the counter under me. His breath that i imagined in my ear. That teasing growl in his voice when he said Daddy.
God.
Why the f**k did that turn me on so much?
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to move, weaving through the crowd, head low, face flushed, hands trembling.
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Find Tasha.
Just find her.
She’ll know what to do. She’ll say something bitchy and loud and ridiculous and ground me before I climb back up those stairs and beg that man to touch me again.
But the longer I looked, the louder the music got, the more faces blurred together like a drunk slideshow of lust and sweat and teeth, the worse it got. I was starting to drown in it. In the f*****g heat between my legs, in the aching throb of my clit, in the mess he made of me.
And then I saw her.
No one else at this party had t**s like that.
Leather crop top stretched tight across her chest like it was about to give out, curls wild and sticking to her neck with sweat, a red cup in each hand like she was double-fisting life.
She was dancing with some guy who clearly thought he had a chance. He didn’t. She was in her own world.
But I needed her.
I pushed through the bodies, my fingers brushing sweaty arms, sticky backs, perfume-thick air. When I reached her, I tapped her shoulder hard, breath still shallow.
She turned around.
And blinked like I was spinning.
Or maybe she was.
Either way, she squinted at me with a dazed grin.
“Heeyyyy, baby girl,” she slurred.
“You good?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.