Page 14 of All Your Lies
The fourth room is an enormous cage that looks to be two stories high, with a mattress at the bottom and dozens of silk pillows. No one is inside, and I’m almost disappointed. I’m curious about what happens in this room.
As I approach the last window, I have to lean in against the glass and squint to make out what’s inside.
A chaotic swirl of vibrant graffiti explodes across the walls, the only visible shapes in the overwhelmingly dark room, setoff by the flashing black lights and strobes, creating a rhythmic, pulsing light show. A brightly painted couple moves into my view and sways to the thumping bass of house music emanating from the room. The lights flicker in perfect synchrony with the music’s rhythm. It’s reminiscent of a wild, pulsating rave.
As I observe the scene, I notice a second man positioned discreetly behind the first man who is grabbing the woman. Their actions have me fixated, unable to avert my gaze. They move to the music and explore each other’s bodies unhurriedly, with each touch eliciting a euphoric expression.
Out of nowhere, a fiery sensation surges through my body, starting from my spine and working its way up my nape. Without warning, an imposing figure appears behind me and forcefully pushes their body into mine.
And what do I do? Nothing.
The mix of shock and a touch of arousal leaves me bewildered.
When I raise my eyes, I’m instantly fascinated by their hands and fingers, covered in elaborate tattoos and embellished with rings on their middle and pinky fingers, which lean against the cold glass window.
Something about this person’s presence is incredibly powerful, almost overwhelming.
His other hand scrapes down my left side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Then, he grabs my waist with a rough grip, and I can’t help but gasp in surprise. He brings me even further back against him and angles my hips so my ass is rubbing against his extremely hard crotch.
To steady myself, I press both palms against the window. He moves me back and forth a few times to show me just how hard he is while holding me securely, like I might disappear.
As a surge of excitement and fear rushes through me, a moan escapes my lips involuntarily.
I feel the soft brush of a beard against my ear as he leans into me, followed by the most deliciously deep and raspy voice I’ve ever heard.
“Do you like what you’ve seen tonight, piccolo angello? Do you wish it was you in one of these rooms getting worshipped by a man who’s been starved for an eternity?”
Even in the face of my silence, he carries on with his words.
“Do you see the way they’re touching her?” He asks as he sniffs along my neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “That is but a mere taste of what I’d do to you. How I’d own every piece of you, one by one, until all you remember is me and me alone.” His words continue to flow smoothly and with a sense of certainty.
He’s unhurried and confident.
Yet his sharp and cutting words pierce through me in all the right ways, leaving me weak and yearning.
What is happening to me and why do I like it so much?
Before I’m able to reply, a satisfied chuckle reaches my ear, followed by sweet pain as he bites my earlobe.
Hard.
A sudden, unexpected squeal escapes my lips, followed by another zap to my core, which blends surprise with a profound yearning for him to do it again.
My legs give out as his grip tightens.
He’s holding me together, while simultaneously causing me to fall apart.
A wave of intense heat washes over me, as if the sun itself has suddenly shifted closer. My body is flushed from head to toe. My dress is practically suffocating.
Maybe I will take Jenna’s advice and let him rip the damn thing to shreds.
This sweet madness he’s creating in me feels like a delicious poison, a captivating destruction.
I could blame it on the drinks in my system, but I know it’s not that.
It’s him.
It’s the power I feel radiating off him as he grabs and takes, his controlling tone, and his air of dominance. All things that would usually send me running, but now leave me with a strange, insatiable desire for more.
