Page 159 of Plaything

“Mmm,” she breathed a slutty moan, her hand inching lower to touch herself.

“Ah—” Niko grabbed her hand, stopping her movements as he held it to his chest. He obviously wanted to scold her but cut himself off. Anything he said would fall on deaf ears.

She was close. I was on the edge of my seat, ready to find out if she’d miraculously remain asleep, her orgasm becoming part of a dream. Chances are, she’d wake up to her own moans and Niko would have to quickly remove his finger and fix her shorts while we pretended nothing happened. I couldn’t imagine the adrenaline rushing through him—I was envious. This was a sick and twisted game of silent bets.

Her stomach kept flexing in the provocative way it did before she cums. She was probably squeezing the life out of his finger, greedily trying to take him deeper into her.

Closed-mouth moans filled the air as she finally came. Her legs twitched, and her hand squeezed around Niko’s shirt. He slowed his maneuver, bringing her down from the orgasm gently. Once her legs went limp and rested against him again, he removed his finger from her.

He stared at her face, assuring that she was, in fact, still dead asleep. When he looked up, he had the biggest shit-eating grin I’d ever see him wear. “Soy un Dios,” he whispered.

[I am a God.]

Dominic shook his head. “You got lucky.”

“Be my guest,” he gestured to her pussy, widening his eyes in challenge.

Dominic huffed in defeat before putting his hands up in surrender. He knew damn well that he’d wake her up.

Niko nodded at the three of us. “Mhm, none of you bitches have a chance against my finger or tongue game,” he gloated.

Now he was talking out of his ass.

My cock was digging into my thigh, and my balls were begging me to cum. I wouldn’t make it until tomorrow evening like this—not after watching her cum like that. I smirked at Niko and stood up. “Well done,” I congratulated. “Have fun with that blue pill; I’m gonna go beat off,” I smirked.

“Fuck you,” he shot after me as I ascended up the stairs. There was no way in hell that he wasn’t bricked up after that. With her asleep on him, he’d probably have no choice but to lay there for a few hours.

Aiden and Dominic’s laughs followed behind me as they went into their own rooms, abandoning a prideful Niko.

Odette

“Remind me again what I’m supposed to wear?” I asked Aiden. Tonight was the night we were going to the club. Every nerve in my body was alert, and I was riddled with anxiety. “And what are you all wearing?” I rambled on.

I was pacing my room as Aiden sat calmly on my bed. I’d pulled him in here after my mind went blank, and I forgot everything they’d told me about the club.

“Babydoll, stop,” his tone was firm, and I stopped my frantic movements. “Typically, women wear lingerie, and men dress in suits.” Right. I knew that. “If you aren’t feeling up for it tonight, we don’t have to go,” he assured me.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go; I’m just really nervous,” I began to think aloud. They told me that the club had strict rules. One was that you had to be 21 to enter. Jamie was making a special exception for me, seeing as I was a couple of weeks shy. There was also an entry fee that most would consider expensive. As snobbish as it made me sound, I was glad not just anyone off the street could enter.

“I mean, I’m young, and what if people don’t think I’m good enough for you? Or what if someone recognizes me from the news? Or what if I do or say something stupid and embarrass you? Or—”

Aiden stood up from my bed. With two steps and a glare on his face, he stood over me. I stumbled forward when he hooked his hand around the waist of my jeans and jerked me to him. “Not good enough for us?” He practically spat, like the words burned his tongue. “Odette, do you honestly not realize our feelings towards you, you stupid little girl...” His words were harsh, but his eyes softened, and I knew his filter was long gone. I struck a nerve.

My back hit the wall as he cornered my body, hulking over me. His fist was still against my waist, gripping the waistband of my jeans, and the other was under my chin, forcing me to meet his electric eyes.

“You’re everything,” he avowed. “When I was 19, I had a dream about a woman. She was everything I wanted: beautiful, kind-hearted, intelligent, and with a whole lot of kinky. I spent years trying to convince myself that she existed somewhere. I searched for ten fucking years. I gave up because Women like that didn’t exist—it was just a stupid, childish dream, and I was chasing stars.” His eyes wandered my face as he absentmindedly shook his head. “Then, one day, after a particularly shitty day at work, I heard commotion downstairs. The girl from my dream was crying in my kitchen. I had to pinch myself to convince myself I wasn’t asleep and that you were real.”

I was stunned, silent. A ball of emotion sat in my throat.

“Since that day, every moment with you is something that I cherish. When I see your smile or hear you laugh, I feel like I’m holding that star I’ve been chasing in my chest. People who believe in such concepts have a word for that emotion. I don’t—so please try to understand my feelings for you when I tell you that you are my dream girl,” he confessed.

“If I ever hear you repeat something as foolish as that, I’ll whip your ass until you bleed,” he promised. “Now get dressed; we leave in an hour,” he ordered before leaving my room, closing my door behind him.

Did he just... I blinked, and a single tear fell down my pink cheek. In his own brooding way, I think Aiden Anderson just told me that he loved me.

I pushed my fist against my chest, feeling my wild heart hammering. It was screaming at me, filling my entire body with adrenaline. Taking a breath to contain my excitement, I wiped the tears away and bit back my smile.

Love was never something I believed in. My only examples of it consisted of my father claiming he loved all his wives, then divorcing them shortly after. That was what I knew love as. The word was empty and meaningless.

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