Page 4 of The Tenth Circle
Gross.
Nobody notices me watching, probably because this room is huge, there’s little light, and the guy is too busy placing demands on what he wants them to do to his “Royal Cock”.
Royal dick is more like it.
I get closer to try and catch some faces, and feel confident in my effort, until I kick a damn pole at my feet, now wanting to drown in the pool we passed in the basement.
Shit. Shit. Fudging-freaking shit.
The girls freeze in place before I catch their shadows looking around frantically, but I’m quick and already made it behind a tall folded table.
I close my eyes and hold my breath, trying my best not to move or make a sound until the three of them kick rocks.
The two girls are the ones getting kicked, though, specifically by a smoky, deep voice telling them to get out.
“Let’s go,” he says, followed by the sound of a zipper.
Yes, please get out, please get out, pleeeeease get out.
I wait a few after the door closes before trying to make my great escape—and I’m about to tiptoe away from the table when a shadow moves across the wall.
Oh, damn you nicotine addiction.
“You can come out, now,” says the same smoky, deep voice. But this time there’s a smoothness to it I can taste in the air.
Almost like honey.
Snack time takes place between more internal cursing, until finally I gather the wits to make an appearance.
Stepping out from behind the table I keep my chin held high, needing to savor as much dignity as I can after being caught with my hand in the coochie jar.
It poofs into air as I take in the size of this guy's figure, along with the cocky smile peeking through the only bit of sunlight on his face.
“See something you like?” There’s amusement in the question that makes me hate myself even more.
Because threesomes are always hot, damn it, and I’ve recently added it to my dirty laundry list.
You know…the thoughts inside your head that can only be cleaned by doing dirty shit.
“No. Ew. Who hooks up on a storage room floor?” I scoff, attempting to latch onto disgust since dignity left me choking on dust.
The grin in his words stands prominent as he responds with, “Very dirty girls.”
I can’t tell if this comment is meant to praise or degradeMerideth and Lexi Greywho were having their way withhisanatomy.
“Fuck off,” I snap, using my attitude as an opportunity to escape.
My attitude doesn’t stand a chance against the length of his legs, because they have him only a couple feet away in less than five seconds. I’m impressed with his stealth but not enough to accept defeat.
This guy’s stare, though? That’s up for debate, because I feel the heat from it on my skin even without seeing him.
I slide to the right, he slides to his left. I slide to my left, him to his right…this stupid dance making my hands ball into fists at my sides.
“Get out of my way.”
He takes a step toward me, and finally I get a small glimpse at more features of his face. His crystal blue eyes stand out the most.
I suddenly feel naked, knowing an ounce of their beauty outweighs most eyes I’ve ever come across.
