Page 25 of Such A Filthy Girl

The dirty words made my insides churn.

Then a light flicked on as the door opened, my mother appearingwith a grin.

‘There you all are!’

‘You look a little flushed, babe,’ Graham said.

Leo squeezed my ass as he shuffled past me, the smuggest grin on his devious fucking face.

I really did want to hate him.

Unfortunately, he’d planted seeds of desire all those years ago, and despite my reluctance, they’d taken root.

Invaded.

SEVENTEEN

LEO

My screens lit up with Estella. The tilt of her smile. The curve of her jaw. Her hair cascading over her shoulders as she looked back, oblivious to the PI following her.

Videos played on silent loops. Flashes of smiles, moans. Deep concentration. Frivolous lounging. I loved every single one. There wasn’t a part of her that didn’t fill me with intense joy. From the way her lashes brushed her cheeks to the way her laughter lit up my soul.

And she was one step closer to being mine.

The house had long since dipped to quiet, the rowdy pre-party goers returning to hotels or guest rooms in the house, ready for the main event the following night.

I wallowed in my success, but it still lay tinged with pity. I’d watched Estella climb into bed with Graham through the peep hole – after scraping out solidified cum with the innards of a pen – as if nothing had happened in the pantrycupboard.

Night progressed, the stars piercing through the dark sky on the other side of the window. I stayed viewing my girl, salivating over every inch of her, until a knock jarred me from my reverie.

No-one ever came to my floor.

The handle depressed, and Estella’s perfect face appeared, two mugs clenched in her hand.

‘I couldn’t sleep…’ she started, taking a step into the room. She froze, her eyes training on my screens. Darting between all the evidence of my obsession. ‘What the fuck?’

Moving across the room, she thrust a mug in my hand, the steaming cocoa sloshing over the edge and making me wince.

‘I told you I’d been watching you.’

I waited for her to hit me with the full force of her fury. Angst tore at me. The videos looked far more sordid with her watching them. I’d never meant for them to be shared.

Trepidation lingered the longer she stared. The video of Graham fucking her danced in the centre, her eyes glazing the longer she looked.

‘Starshine,’ I began. She cut me off with a shake of her head.

‘Don’t you starshine me.’

My pulse throbbed in my throat, a drum beat filled with tension.

‘Show me,’ she demanded, her words hard.

My brow creased as I looked from the screens up toher face. ‘Show you what?’

‘Show me how you fuck yourself while watching me.’

Fucking hell. Dirty girl.

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