Page 131 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

She was small and curvy. Excessively pretty as she gagged with half his dick down her throat while John’s hands fisted her curls.

His face was barren of dimples.

His jaw clenched, his dark eyes hooded, and the muscular lines of his neck strained. He didn’t look like my happy-go-lucky friend.

John pulled the woman back and forth on his dick.

He looked intense.

His pace was slow, almost torturous, and it was a stark contrast to the kings’, who pistoned their hips like it was a race.

John leisurely wrung out his pleasure with smooth, hypnotizing movements.

Look away. You’re staring at your friend like a creep. What are you doing?

John’s tongue snaked out and licked his surprisingly full lower lip. He groaned softly as he dragged his hips back and forth.

Fireworks of pain exploded down my spine.

I meant to look away, I meant to study my cuticles or stare at Horse, I meant to do anything but watch my friend have sex.

But I didn’t.

Minutes stretched.

Now that I was staring at them, men were kinda ugly.

I couldn’t look away.

Goose bumps erupted across my skin, and I shivered. My flesh chilled. The blinds were still open, but the room twisted in shades of grayish red.

I picked my lip and tugged at the fine layer of skin.

Pulled it off. For a long moment, I debated selling it for money to my fae worshippers. Then I remembered I was rich and stopped wondering how much I could charge for my skin.

I forced myself to focus on the room.

Such a stupid thing—sex—just two bodies wringing pleasure from each other. Not a big deal, just a natural bodily response.

One I could never do without pain.

My head throbbed with the beginning of a tension migraine. The weight of an imaginary fae crown was heavy on my skull.

The word whore crushed my spine.

In my mind, I took the place of the leviathan competitor, and I was crucified to the sacred tree. Bleeding out slowly, I whimpered as people talked and chatted around me.

Sun god, he was being tortured a foot away from me as I’d laughed while feeling lucky.

Sari’s expression of disgust flashed through my mind.

I shivered harder.

She wasn’t wrong.

John glanced up, and his dark eyes pinned me as his mouth opened in ecstasy.

He held the woman’s face still as he found his release. Cum spilled out of the corner of her lips.

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