Page 44 of Queen Of Dark Money

Ifthey walked in on something they weren’t ready to see, that was on them.

Istripped out of my dress, hating that the only piece of clothingIhad that was truly mine was this fucking red lace bra that clung pathetically to my tits, barely enough to cover them.Witha sigh,Isnapped it off and tossed the fucker into the corner of the room, relaxed for the first time in forever.

Thebed in this room was nothing compared to the lavish bullshit atStone’spenthouse, but honestly, it felt more familiar, and that went a long way in my book, considering everything going on right now.Ineeded something familiar.Somethingto ground myself.Thiswhole situation was a hot mess, andIwas still reeling from the entire adventure.

Isettled in atop the cotton comforter and spread my legs, finally able to relax for the first time in a long while.Thetension in my body had me wound tighter than a spring, a coil ready to snap.Ihad to let off some steam, and fast.

Myhand trailed down over my chest asIclosed my eyes, determined to make this fast and efficient and already failing.Theimage ofRafesticking his cock inRiver’smouth, fucking his face, had me rubbing my clit, desperate already for the releaseIcouldn’t get whileIwas under their watch out there.Howhot would that have been to watch them fuck each other whileIplayed with myself?Talkabout turning the tables on a power move.IbetIcould have stunned them.Maybethey would have come harder, watching me watch them.

Somethingto file away for next time.

Iheard a door down the hall open and close and let myself breathe deeper, knowing they’d retired to their room for the night.Growingbraver with every passing second,Ilet a finger slip into myself, so fucking wetIcould barely tellIwas invading myself.Shit,Iwas so tight, so hot, so eager to come.

Theimage ofRafeslamming intoRiver’stight ass as he bent over the side of the couch was on my mind now, andImoaned quietly to myself asIimagined him slamming into me instead, shoving a second finger inside to join the first.

Iwas feral, half-starved for attention, and needy as sin.Ihad a shit ton of unresolved tension that had been building all week, and this had just compounded it all.

Ichoked back my moans asIcontinued the fantasies, practically able to feelRafe’shands on my own hips.Irolled onto my stomach and stuck my ass in the air, trying to get the right angle to really make it believable.

Fuck,Iwas so needy.

Iadded a third finger and groaned at the fullness, my face smothered in the sheets asIrocked my hips and fucked myself.Desperately,Itried to muffle my sounds, knowing one false move, one moan too loud, and the men across the hall would know whatIwas up to.Theywould know they’d won, and the game would be over.

Iwasn’t ready to give up that control.

Notyet.

Iwas beside myself, burning up with a fever only an orgasm could quench, as the images in my mind flickered forward.IsawRafebouncing atopRiverand groaned into the pillow, speeding my hand asIspiraled out of control.Thistrain was careening toward the station, no brakes in sight, andIwasn’t planning to stop it.

“Fuck,”Ipanted, rolling onto my back for a better angle.Ineeded to be deeper, needed to be fuller, needed something my fingers couldn’t give me.

Ineeded a cock.

Theircocks.

SomethingIcouldn’t have.

Soinstead,Ipushed my limits, adding a fourth finger as a shockwave of pleasure snaked through me, a tingling hot on its heels that told meIwas close to release.

Justa little more, and it’d be all over.Icould sleep, not so wound up and mind-fucked.

I’dprefer to be fucked fucked, really.

Iwas so close;Icould practically taste it as my second hand came down to join the first, pinching my clit just enough to edge from pleasure to pain.Myhips rolled, eyes disappearing behind my lashes asInearly bit my tongue clean off to keep from screaming in its intensity.

AllIcould see was howRafelocked eyes with me as he came, daring me to look away.Mymind fractured into a million and one pieces, impossible to put back together.Islowly came back around, my hands falling from my body as sheer exhaustion chased away the remnants of blissful orgasm.Itfelt like my limbs weighed close to a ton now.Thedays of torment and captivity had finally caught up with me, andIwas eager to sleep peacefully, sated and spent.

Imight not be home, andImight still be a prisoner, but at that moment,Ifelt nothing but human.Tired, alone, but despite it all, safe.

LastthingIthoughtI’dfeel, being alone in a studio apartment with two men who’d just fucked the living daylights out of each other in front of me, playing a battle of wills with my captors, but there it was.

They’dstand between me and anything else out there.Includingthemselves.

ThoughIwas starting to wish they wouldn’t.

CHAPTER TWENTY

RIVER

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