Page 15 of Indulge
I open doors as I go. By the third, it’s obvious: people come up here to fuck.
The fourth door makes me pause. Something in my chest coils tight.
I push it open quietly.
And there she is. The dark curls I see first.
My breath catches, rage tangling with desire until my fists clench.
Leaning on the doorframe, I watch as my future wife moans against another woman’s lips. She’s fucking devastating. One leg hitched on a chair, dressed pushed up over her hips, while the blonde girl has her fingers buried deep inside her.
My cock aches at the sight. This wasn’t what I expected to stumble across tonight. I was anticipating Bella to put on aperformance to avoid coming back with me, maybe even punch me in the face.
But the show she’s giving me? It’s setting fire to every nerve in my body.
Yet, there’s a gnawing in my chest that drowns out the lust.
Bella King is fuckin’ mine.
I’ve never had a problem sharing. In our world, it’s practically a rule. My brother and I built our lives on blood and women, and I’ve never questioned the arrangement.
But watching her like this? For the first time in my life, I’m not even sure I want to share at all. That’s dangerous. That’s unusual. That’s her.
Her moans hitched higher, echoing in the room like a dare, and I can’t stand another second of it. So I clear my throat—loudly.
Her green eyes snap to mine, her mouth dropping open and then curving into a naughty grin.
“Can I help you?” she asks politely, that soft British accent melting straight through me.
I shake my head with a grin. “Yes, Princess. Yes, you can.” My voice stays low, my Irish accent cutting through the air.
She arches a brow, lips curving. “Can it wait? I’m kinda in the middle of something.”
Fucking daring me.
I step into the room and kick the door shut behind me. The music outside muffles to a dull throb, leaving only the sound of her ragged breathing. I drag a chair across the floor and drop into it, settling in the corner with my hands clasped on my lap.
I don’t blink. I don’t move. I just watch.
The way her chest rises and falls. The way her lips are swollen and parted. A flush spreading over her throat and cheeks. A blush that wasn’t there before I spoke.
“You’re a watcher? Hmm?” she teases, her voice husky.
I shrug, mouth twitching. “Not usually. I’m more of a doer. My pleasure comes from giving to my woman. But, seeing as I’m here…” I lean back, smirk tugging at my lips. “Continue. Let’s see if I do like to watch.”
I motion at her with one hand, daring her to carry on.
7
BELLA
Of course he sent someone to get me to try and scare me.
I knew he would. My brothers wouldn’t let me slip for long, and they sure as hell wouldn’t send anyone soft to drag me back. No, they sent this beast. The predator with iron in his stare and an Irish accent that curls heat low in my belly.
And Christ, he’s gorgeous. I bet he works for this Reggie guy I’m meant to be marrying.
The blonde stills, glancing up at me, then toward him. “Should I… leave?”
