Page 89 of Midnight Legacy

My eyes narrowed in warning, but he kissed my nose and diffused the situation.

“As far as I’m concerned, I now know why Uncle Lucas keeps all his daughters under lock and key. She’s living at home forever and never going on a date.”

I smiled and relaxed back into his arms, knowing they were the safest place in the world for me and our daughter to stay.

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Epilogue

Cassandra

One year ago today, I stood and said “I do” and pledged my life to the man who’d turned my life upside down. My hands shook as they skimmed over the lace of the red bodice I was wearing. My hips were wider and my breasts fuller than they’d been before my pregnancy.

Megan smiled at me. “You look great. Stop worrying.”

The elevator that took us down into The Midnight Rooms stared at me in accusation. “I feel really nervous about visiting here again.”

She took my hand and led me in before pressing the button.

Darkness enveloped us and I remembered the first night I visited here a lifetime ago. As my other senses adjusted to the darkness, my fingers trailed down the wall, helping to orientate me.

The reception hall echoed when we arrived, the sounds and smell of sex permeating the atmosphere. This was the area that people began to mingle to find a partner for the night. Megan’s hand tightened on mine as we left the hall behind, making our way to one of the rooms at the far end of the corridor. Grunts and moans sounded from open doorways, but we didn’t stop until we reached our destination.

The orgy room was where people removed the shackles of their daily lives and embraced something different. My heart beat rapidly in my chest as I contemplated what I was about to do. Out of everything found in The Midnight and Twilight Rooms, this was what intrigued me most. Xavier refused to let me participate in the orgy room in The Twilight Rooms, so here I was standing in the darkness, ready to try something strange and new.

A shiver of fear rippled down my spine to mingle with desire pulsing deep in my stomach.

An arm slipped around my waist and soft lips found that sensitive area where my neck and shoulder met. “Parma violets,” a deep voice said into my ear. “I always loved them as a child.”

The grin that spread over my face only ever appeared for one man.

I was allowed one fantasy for my wedding anniversary, so I picked visiting The Midnight Rooms and tiptoeing into a room I’d never visited before. Xavier would never let anyone touch me but him, but there was something about being down here that felt naughty and forbidden.

Megan giggled somewhere to my right, a deep male voice whispering something to her as they disappeared together.

“Ready?” Down here he wasn’t Xavier, he was Zee. A fantasy lover who belonged in the darkness.

Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I nodded.

His fingertips moved over my body with familiar ownership, his lips kissing trails that left me squirming. Occasionally a hand touched me as couples had sex on either side of us. His fingers reached my panties, tightening on the waistband.

“Don’t you dare,” I warned. I’d bought those panties especially for tonight.

His lips smiled against my shoulder as his hands ripped the fabric of my panties. Part of me had hoped that he’d gotten over his love of tearing my panties. He pulled the lace from my bodice, revealing my breasts to him. He’d insisted on viewing my choice of underwear before we left home earlier. At least it had been viewed once before being destroyed.

In my mind, I imagined him above me, his dark head at my breasts as he rested between my legs, bodies writhing around us.

His lips found mine with eery precision in the darkness, his tongue demanding entry to the recesses of my mouth. I moaned and his hands cupped my face to tilt my head for him. His kisses drugged me, his presence dominated me, and his touch left me squirming in pleasure.

I was supposed to be here to enjoy the atmosphere of the orgy, but instead my focus was on the man on top of me. My fingers combed through his hair, drawing him closer, even as his cock slowly pushed inside me.

“Are you trying to dickmatise me again?” I gasped as he thrust fully inside.

His chuckle reverberated against my neck. “Gabriella needs a little brother or sister.”

He knew I was going to argue, so he pulled out and thrust back in with enough force to make my back arch and my mouth open in a silent cry. There was something erotic about our noises joining the other sounds of pleasure around us. A knee to my left rubbed against my thigh as the female owner panted close to my ear. Even in the darkness, I knew she was on her hands and knees as her partner mounted her from behind, their flesh slapping together.

I allowed the darkness to surround me, illuminating my sight. The scent and the sound of sex echoed around us, the glide of Xavier’s body on mine anchored me, and the thrust and drag of his cock moving in and out of my body became my focus.

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