Page 63 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

"Nothing," Valen responds.

His lips skim my ear. "Are you being a bad girl, baby?"

Electricity runs over my skin, causing me to look up at our audience nervously. He's here. "We were discussing how big Valen's dick is compared to the twins and Reid."

"Hmm, is that so," he says with an edge in his tone.

With a smile, I line up the ball to break and shrug. "I've only seen it. I've never touched it." I shoot the ball, hearing them hit. I straighten, but his hand is under my skirt and over my panties, holding me against him.

Reid proceeds to line up his shot.

"It's okay, baby. I think everyone has seen Valen's dick." Jess and Gia laugh, and the twins snort. How he calls me baby makes me dream and wish that this is real, and I'm truly his girl.

When it's my turn, he lines up with me on the pool table, but I feel something soft and rubbery between my legs. I pause, and then I feel the vibration of a vibrator. My mouth drops open when the first wave of arousal slides between my thighs. My eyes widen. "Take the shot," he whispers.

I can't without missing the ball entirely. It feels so good, but I can't grind my pussy against it without everyone noticing. I shamelessly widen my stance and hear the small chuckle from his throat. I grind my teeth every time he circles my clit, stifling a moan. Gia and Jess are watching with raised eyebrows. Reid is smirking, and I want to flip him off. "I can't," I whisper.

"Mm…yes, you can."

I'm about to face plant on the pool table as a moan escapes my lips from the sweet torture. I wiggle his hand away, but his finger slides the vibrator inside me.

"I'm––I'm," I stammer, pressing my lips together, trying to focus on the shot.

Reid gives me a sly grin, dark eyes pinning me to the spot. "Take the shot. We're all waiting, "he says.

Time seems to slow down. The music fades in the background. The sound of Nirvana makes its way to Bush's “Glycerine.” All I can feel is his hand fucking me with the vibrator. My chest rises and falls, pushing against my bra. Gia leans back on both twins, her lips mouthing, ‘She looks so hot.’

Alaric's lips brush against the spot under my ear, and the pool stick almost slips from my grip. My eyes roll when Bush's “The Chemicals Between Us” begins to play. The little voice in my head whispers, Play with him, Veronica. Be a bad bitch.

I blink, gaining control, and when my eyes flick up to everyone watching me, my lips curve in a sultry smile. I slide the pool stick back and forth between my fingers like I'm stroking a long cock. I push my ass out and grind my hips against him.

"Deeper,” I moan, not caring who's watching.

"Oh fuck," Valen says softly. "That's so hot."

I push the end of the pool stick while Alaric slides it deeper inside me, my climax building, and I'm about to come. I feel his other hand grip my hip. I shoot the ball in the corner pocket when I fall over the edge, coming on the vibrator around his finger. I bite my lip, and a little mewl crosses my lips; I drop the pool stick on the table. Alaric pulls it out of me and lifts me so I’m sitting on the edge of the pool table, wrapping my legs around his hips. He lifts the small vibrator on his finger, pushing it past my lips. "Mm…" I whimper, sliding my tongue and sucking it into my mouth, tasting my arousal. He pulls it out and slides it into his mouth with a groan.

"You two are so hot," Gia says.

I smile, resting my forehead on Alaric's black dress shirt. The first three buttons open at his throat. I close my eyes, breathing in his spicy scent.

"Fuck the game. It's more fun to sit and watch them.”

Alaric raises his hand, flipping Draven off, and I want to die of embarrassment. I still feel awkward in front of Gia when it comes to Draven.

After the game of pool is over and Reid lets me win, I'm sitting in the booth with Jess and Gia, nursing a beer with a plague mask on it.

"It's good, and…it's cheap," Jess says with a smile.

Word must have gotten around about my money situation. Alaric must have told Reid. I heard that Jess and Gia didn't come from money, but Prey usually don't because they get in through scholarships, and they don't live in fancy apartments or mansions, except me. Since they married, their money problems evaporated like a cloud of smoke. There is nothing their men wouldn't buy or do for them, and they deserve that.

"It is," I say, taking a pull.

The back door by the exit near the restrooms opens with a screech, followed by a slam when it closes. My eyes swing toward the hallway, and my stomach flips with dread. Dorian walks in, eyes scanning the entire place until they land on mine with a malicious gleam.

Jess's gaze swings over, watching him approach. The guys are still playing pool in the back, and I want to jump over the booth and run toward Alaric, but that's what he would expect. Me to run away like a helpless animal.

"I thought I might find you here," he says, sliding in beside me.

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