Page 63 of Velvet Chains
Victor
I STAND behind the door, listening to my wife giggling and laughing with her friend.
I plan to walk away. Because I’m not a fucking eavesdropper. At least, not until they start talking about the size of my dick.
I smirk to myself.
If only she knew.
I shouldn’t be standing here, listening to this shit. I came to check on Laura to make sure she’s okay after her little episode at dinner. She’s been off all day, pale and queasy.
But now I’m rooted to the spot, my ear practically pressed against the door like some kind of pervert.
Blyad. What the fuck is wrong with me? Since when do I give a shit about girl talk and gossip?
Since it’s her, a little voice in my head whispers. Since it’s Laura.
I tell the voice to shut the fuck up.
“Come on, Lu,” Serena wheedles.“But seriously,” I hear Serena say, her voice muffled through the thick wood. “How’s the sex? Is he as good in bed as he looks?”
I freeze, my hand on the doorknob. I should leave. I know I should. But some masochistic part of me wants to hear Laura’s answer.
There’s a long pause. Then, so quietly I almost miss it, Laura says, “It’s… intense. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”
Something in my chest tightens at her words. A feeling I don’t dare put a name to.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself. Then, before I can talk myself out of it, I turn the knob and push the door open.
The laughter dies as I step into the room, two pairs of wide eyes snapping to me.
“Victor!” Laura squeaks, her face flushing a delightful shade of pink. “What… what are you doing here?”
I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest. “I could ask you the same thing. Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”
She ducks her head, avoiding my gaze. “I’m fine. Just… catching up with Ser.”
I let my eyes drift to Serena, who’s looking at me with a mix of wariness and… is that amusement?
“So I heard,” I drawl, letting a smirk curl my lips.
Laura makes a strangled sound, her face going from pink to scarlet. Serena, on the other hand, just grins.
“Can you blame a girl for being curious?” she asks, completely unapologetic. “I mean, have you seen yourself?”
I bark out a laugh, surprising myself. It’s been a long time since someone’s had the balls to talk to me like that.
I think I like this girl.
Laura, on the other hand, looks like she wants to sink through the floor. “Oh, my God, Ser, shut up!”
Ser just winks at her. “What? I’m just saying, if I had a man who looked like that in my bed, I’d be bragging too.”
“Okay, that’s it.” Laura stands abruptly, grabbing Serena’s arm. “We’re going to… powder our noses. Or something.”
She starts dragging Serena toward the door, shooting me a glare as she passes.
“Not so fast, krasotka.”I catch Laura’s arm before the two women can make their escape. “Apologies for cutting the session short, Serena, but my wife and I need some private time. Now.”
