No.
No, I wasn’t.
I was soaked and f****d up and couldn’t stop smelling him even though he was gone. My cunt still pulsed every time I thought about him. My n*****s were still stiff like they hadn’t realized we were done.
“I’m looking for Tasha,”
I said quickly, leaning in so I didn’t have to yell over the music.
“Tall. Redhead. Booty shorts. Probably letting some guy eat her out by now?”
She burst out laughing. Full-body, head-thrown-back laughing.
Oh God.
“What’s funny?”
I asked, heat creeping up my neck.
She grinned, eyes glassy with alcohol and sin.
“Babe, she’s upstairs.”
My stomach tightened.
“Upstairs?”
“Yeah.”
She gestured with her cup, almost spilling it all over herself, “Red light room. Third door on the right. I passed by and I swear to God, she was moaning so loud I thought someone was murdering her pussy.”
I blinked.
“She’s okay?”
She leaned in, conspiratoria!.
“Oh, she’s more than okay. Girl’s getting her walls realigned.”
My mouth opened.
The Red Light Room
Nothing came out.
“Three guys,” she whispered.
“Or four. I couldn’t count with all the grunting.”
Jesus f*****g Christ.
I stared at her, frozen in place. Not because I was shocked. But because…Goddamn it.
I was jealous.
Not of the guys.
Not even of the noises.
But because at least Tasha was being touched.
At least she was getting f****d.
And me?
I was walking through this goddamn house like a ghost, dripping from a man who didn’t even stay to finish the job. A man who left me panting on a bathroom counter with nothing but my fingers, my shame, and my ruined panties in the trash.
I nodded.
“Thanks.”
She winked, then leaned in again.
“Tell her to save a d**k for me!”
I forced a laugh, turned away, and headed for the stairs. My skin still felt too tight. My dress clung to me like it knew what I’d done. My thighs were glossy again, my steps heavy, and the worst part?
Every person I passed could probably smell it on me.
Could probably smell him.
Could probably tell I’d been played with and left unfinished.
And yet all I could think was. Damon.
****
The music got quieter the higher I climbed. Or maybe it was just getting drowned out by the pounding of my own heart. I could feel it thudding in my throat, in my cunt, in every f*****g nerve ending that was already oversensitized.
Red light.
She said red light room.
I stopped outside the third door on the right. My hand hovered over the knob.
My chest was rising and falling too fast. I could smell sweat, s*x, something disgusting. My skin prickled. The scent was thick enough to taste.
I swallowed and opened the door
What I saw?
******g hell.
I walked straight into a f*****g porn scene.
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My brain couldn’t register it all at once.
Tasha was naked Bent over at the edge of the bed like she was born to be in that position.
One man was behind her. Gripping her hips. Thrusting into her with punishing force.
Another stood in front of her, c**k in her mouth, hands tangled in her hair as she gagged and drooled and moaned around him.
A third was kneeling on the floor, head between her thighs, tongue working her clit in frantic circles like it was the only thing that mattered.
Two more circled nearby. Naked. Stroking themselves. Waiting. Watching. Breathing heavy. Hungry.
My heart f*****g stopped.
What the f**k.
They were huge. Some of them had that Alpha energy rolling off their bodies like heat. Others smelled calmer, more controlled, but no less dangerous. Beta maybe. I couldn’t f*****g care.
Because they were f*****g her.
All five of them.
Using her.
Owning her.
She was shaking. Whimpering. Eyes glassy and half-closed, her voice slurring with pleasure.
“Yes. Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t f*****g stop. f**k me harder. More. I can take it. Please. More.”
I couldn’t f*****g move.
My body was frozen but my blood was on fire. My cunt clenched hard, wetness sliding between my thighs instantly. My n*****s tightened under my dress. My breath caught in my throat.
I opened my mouth but no words came out. Just heat and pure jealousy.
One of the men looked up. An Alpha. I could feel it in his eyes, in the weight of his stare, in the cruel smirk that slid across his face as he kept pounding into her like she was nothing but a toy. His gaze didn’t leave me.
I snapped out of it.
What the f**k.
“Tasha,”
I barked, my voice way too high.
“Tasha. What the f**k is going on here? I’ve bee for you.”
She moaned.
Didn’t even look up.
Didn’t stop sucking. Didn’t stop taking. Just raised one hand blindly and waved at me. king everywhere
Like I was interrupting something small. Like this wasn’t the most obscene f*****g thing I’d ever seen.
I stepped into the room without meaning to. My feet moved like they weren’t mine.
The Red Light Room
“I said what the f**k, Tasha.”
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