Page 98 of All The Pretty Little Lies

My strokes become faster, more desperate. I imagine it's Vesper's hand on me, her delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft, her lips trailing kisses down my chest. In my mind, I can see her kneeling before me again, those captivating green eyes looking up at me with a mixture of desire and submission.

The memory of her mouth, so close to where I needed her most, sends a jolt of pleasure through me. I groan, the sound barely audible over the pounding water. My free hand braces against the shower wall as I chase my release, my hips bucking into my fist.

I think about how it would feel to have Vesper's lips wrapped around me, her tongue swirling and teasing. The way she'd moan around me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. How she'd look up at me, those mesmerizing green eyes never leaving mine as she took me deeper.

The pressure builds, a coiling heat in my lower belly. I'm close, so close. I imagine burying my hands in Vesper's silky hair, guiding her movements as she pleasures me. The thought of her surrendering to me completely, giving herself over to my desires, pushes me over the edge.

My release hits me like a tidal wave, pleasure crashing over me in intense pulses. I bite my lip to stifle my cry, my bodyshuddering as I spill into my hand. For a moment, the world narrows to nothing but the sensation coursing through me and the image of Vesper burned into my mind.

As the aftershocks subside, reality slowly creeps back in. The water, once hot, now runs lukewarm over my sensitized skin. I lean my forehead against the cool tile, trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart, but those pretty little green eyes are all I can see. Pretty little green eyes that will be the death of me.

VESPER

The sleek black town car,with Alex acting as our driver, glides through the neon-lit streets of Manhattan. I'm hyper aware of every sensation: the cool leather seat beneath me, the faint scent of expensive cologne mingling with the car's new leather smell, and most of all, the scorching trail Zaire's fingers are blazing across my exposed thigh.

My breath catches as his calloused fingertips trace lazy circles on my skin, inching higher with each pass. The slit in my dress, daring even by my standards, leaves little to the imagination. It's a weapon, this dress, as deadly as any gun. Aweapon to turn our fictional story into a reality for Natasha. Black silk hugs every curve, the plunging neckline a deliberate distraction. I can feel the weight of their gazes on me: Zaire's touch searing my skin, Oscar's ice-blue eyes carefully assessing, and Talon's warm brown ones filled with barely concealed hunger. It's as if Zaire's lesson unlocked a part of him he'd kept carefully hidden. I wonder if he's replaying that night in his mind too, remembering the way his lips felt against mine, and how far down we’d gone into the scene that we almost stepped over a line I don’t remember drawing.

I bite my lip, and Talon's gaze drops to my mouth. The hunger in his eyes intensifies, and for a moment, I think he might reach out and touch me. But he doesn't. Neither of us has dared to cross that line, to acknowledge the crackling tension that now exists between us. It's maddening and thrilling all at once.

Zaire's fingers continue their torturous path up my thigh, and I have to stifle a gasp. I tear my eyes away from Talon's, only to meet Oscar's cool, assessing gaze. He's been watching the entire exchange, his face an unreadable mask. But I know him well enough now to see the calculating gleam in his eyes. He's piecing together the puzzle, noting every lingering look and hitched breath.

The car takes a sharp turn, and I'm pressed against Zaire's solid form. His arm snakes around my waist, steadying me, but also pulling me into his lap. His hard length digging into my ass. It's dizzying, being surrounded by these three men, each exerting their own gravitational pull.

Zaire's lips brush against my ear, his breath hot and heavy as he whispers, "When we get back, I want you in nothing but those heels, kneeling for me." A shiver runs through my body, desire pooling low in my belly. His words paint a vivid picture in mymind, and I can almost feel the cool floor against my bare knees, the weight of his gaze as I look up at him.

I turn my head slightly, meeting his intense gaze. My breath catches in my throat as I see the raw hunger there, barely contained.

Oscar clears his throat, breaking the moment. "We're almost there," he says, his voice low and controlled. But I can see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands are clenched into fists on his thighs. He's affected too, despite his attempts to hide it. “Drop us off a few blocks away from the entrance, Alex.”

Talon shifts in his seat, and I catch a glimpse of the bulge in his pants. His eyes meet mine, and there's a challenge there, a dare. I feel my cheeks flush, but I don't look away. Instead, I let my tongue dart out to wet my lips, a deliberate tease. His nostrils flare, and I hear his sharp intake of breath.

As Alex pulls the car to a stop, Zaire's grip on my waist tightens for a moment. He turns my face towards his, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless. His tongue teases mine, a promise of what's to come later. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark with desire.

"Don't forget what I said," he murmurs against my lips before gently shifting me off his lap.

I watch as Zaire gracefully exits the car, his tall frame unfolding into the night. The cool air that rushes in makes me shiver, a stark contrast to the heat that had been building in the confined space.

Oscar steps out next, his movements precise and controlled. He turns back, extending his hand to me. I take it, marveling at how such a simple touch can send sparks racing up my arm. His fingers are cool against my overheated skin as he helps me slide across the seat to take his place next to Talon.

As I settle in, I'm acutely aware of Talon's proximity. The car suddenly feels much smaller, charged with an electric tensionthat makes my skin prickle. Oscar leans in, his ice-blue eyes meeting mine. There's a softness there that belies his usual stoic demeanor.

"Be careful," he says, his voice low and husky. He presses a gentle kiss to my cheek, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Both of you," he adds, his gaze flickering to Talon.

The door closes with a soft thud, and suddenly it's just Talon and me in the back seat. Alex pulls away smoothly, heading towards the restaurant. The silence between us is heavy, laden with unspoken desires and simmering tension.

I can feel the heat radiating off Talon's body. My heart is pounding so loudly I'm sure he can hear it. I chance a glance at him from the corner of my eye.

Talon is staring straight ahead, his jaw clenched tight. His hands are balled into fists on his thighs, his knuckles white with tension. The streetlights flashing by illuminate his face in intermittent bursts, highlighting the sharp planes of his cheekbones and the fullness of his lips.

I shift slightly in my seat, the movement causing my dress to ride up even higher. Talon's eyes snap to my exposed thigh, his gaze burning a trail up my body until it meets mine. The hunger I see there makes my breath catch in my throat.

"Vesper," he growls, my name sounding like both a prayer and a curse on his lips.

I don't know who moves first, but suddenly we're crashing together. His lips claim mine in a bruising kiss, all the pent-up desire and frustration pouring out. One of his hands tangles in styled hair.

Talon's lips move against mine with a desperate hunger, his tongue seeking entrance. I part my lips, welcoming him in, tasting the faint hint of whiskey. His hand in my hair tightens,angling my head to deepen the kiss. I moan into his mouth, my fingers clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer.

The world outside the car fades away, narrowing down to just us, the heat of his body pressed against mine, the intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with desire, the way his stubble scratches deliciously against my skin. His other hand slides up my thigh, pushing the fabric of my dress higher, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

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