Page 63 of Tethered Souls
Yanking the door to the bathroom open, I step inside and lock it behind me. “Fucking asshole,” I mutter as I yank my dress up, bunching it around my waist. If he doesn’t want to acknowledge me at all while he touches others, then he sure as hel doesn’t get the pleasure of my submission.
Reaching between my legs, I grope for the plug, but just as my fingers grip the base of it, it vibrates.
Bzzzzz.
Shock flows through me as I freeze. The toy stops too.
Bzz.A short pulse rips through me, and my knees knock together as I reach for the sink.
Bzzzzz.
My dress falls back down to the floor as my ass clenches around the toy. My breath escapes as I realize he’s thinking about me.
Bzz.
Maybe I interrupted something secretly important? He is a Boss, and although tonight is a time of celebration, all of his capos are here. Shop talk would nearly be impossible for a man like him to avoid.
Bzz. Bzz. Bzzzzz.
I groan into the crook of my arm as my other hand tightens around the sink. Sagging against it, I clench my eyes shut. Or am I just being stupid? Looking into things that aren’t real? Letting him lead me on because I want so badly to believe that my life with him won’t just be one of misery?
Bzzzzz.Bzzzzz.
Perhaps this is just a gift to appease me while he goes and fucks that lady. It’s not like a man of his station has to be monogamous. Perhaps –
Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzzzzz.
My eyes snap open as I recognize that sequence. That’s morse code for the number four. He’s talking to me through the fucking toy. He wouldn’t do that if he was with another person, right?
No. He wouldn’t.I might not know much about him, but I do know that if he was fucking someone, she would haveallof his attention. And right now, that attention is onme.
My arousal starts to build, heightened by the feel of his presence despite the closed door between us. But perhaps that is what he needs in a crowded room – an illusion of separation. A way to hide his feelings so others can’t see. Those might all be allies out there, but his allies have a way of often turning traitor.
Biting my lip, I concentrate on the buzzes of the toy so I can work out what he’s trying to tell me.
Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. M...
Bzz. E...
My eyes snap open.
Cum 4 me.
A low moan in my throat, I slide a hand to my hip and slowly start pulling up my dress.
“Cum for me, little monster. I want to smell your pussy the next time you ask me to dance.”
Twenty-One
HIM
One hand in my pocket, the other on the low of her back, I lead Louise towards the stairs. People glance at us, hushed whispers on their lips just waiting to fall when we’re no longer around to hear them. Mother moves towards Stefaan, no doubt to soothe any concerns he has about me taking a mistress at my own engagement party. Though I doubt he cares. As long as I introduce him to the twins and marry his daughter, he’d probably lie to her for me about where I’ve been.
My dislike of him grows, but I shove it down. It’s not like I am really any better, leaving her here to deal with the judgment of not being good enough to hold my attention. Or worse, the pity that she can’t do anything to stop me from taking as many women as I want. Whenever I want.
My finger taps on my screen hidden inside my pocket, controlling the vibrations of her toy. It’s a poor apology for what she’ll walk out to, but it’s the only one I can give her.
No one can know what we’re about to do. If Vinny finds out I still don’t know what actually happened that night, he will have the upper hand. He could plant whatever evidence he wanted, frame those closest to me. And if the traitor is one of my brothers instead, they could send a lackey up to interrupt Louise from healing me in time to save me. Khalid will have to nearly kill me to replicate what happened that night; Mother said the blade almost scraped my heart. Even though the lackey would undoubtedly die in the fight with Khalid, all they’d need to do is buy a few minutes for me to bleed out.
