Chapter Three
Arianna
Who in the fuck does he think he is? He thinks I’ll beg for him? Fuck him. I don’t care if it gets me killed; I’m not running. I’m not hiding. I am here to do a job, and goddamn it, I’m going to do it.
I think what pisses me off the most is that his filthy words had my body responding instantly.
He doesn’t look at me with pity. He doesn’t see the scars or the ailments.
He ignores my anger and speaks his mind.
Why does he have to be so fucking sexy on top of all that?
As soon as he left the room, I shut the door and got my favorite toy out.
Now, I am lying on my bed cursing myself.
I am trying to convince myself not to get myself off to him, but there is no fucking way I can go to that practice being this turned on.
What is wrong with me that a man talks like that and I swoon?
I push the toy into my pussy, and it presses nicely against my G-spot as the outer portion covers my clit.
I preemptively cover my mouth before turning it on.
Right away, it starts vibrating as it sucks my clit.
Warmth spreads through my body, and I press my legs together.
I should know better by now than to do that because when I do, it quickly bumps it up to its highest setting.
The vibration and suction become so intense that I pinch my nose closed and roll to my belly to bury my face in my pillow as I scream through a blinding orgasm.
My body is stiff, and I can’t function enough to turn it off, so it continues to rapidly pull orgasms out of me.
I have enough wherewithal not to openly moan, but it feels so damn good.
Suddenly, my arousal floods out of me when a massive orgasm breaks free.
My body relaxes for just long enough that I can hit the power button and relax.
I can’t let myself fall asleep, so I make myself get up so I can strip my bed and change the sheets.
I can’t leave the room to clean the toy or wash my bedding, so I have to wait for them to leave.
I get dressed for the day before sitting at my small desk and working on the schedule.
When I know they have left for practice, I hurry to the bathroom and clean the toy before taking my bedding to the basement.
Once I have that started, I go back upstairs to get my bag.
When I step into my room, I hear footsteps behind me. I spin around to find that it’s Elijah. When I quickly shut my door, he narrows his eyes at me. That toy is sitting on my bed because I hadn’t put it back in its discreet box for safekeeping.
“Shouldn’t you be at practice?” I ask.
“Shouldn’t you?” he retorts.
“Leaving now, actually.”
“After you, then,” he says, motioning for me to walk ahead of him. I can’t just leave it out, but I can’t be like, “Hold on. I left out the sex toy that is likely going to give me a stroke one day,” and then casually walk back into my room.
I opt to just get home first so that no one finds it and walk ahead of Elijah to go out to my car. When I get to the living room, I see that Jovian is also still here.
Fuck.
I walked through this house with my blanket and left that sex toy out on my bed.
What if they saw it? I could have sworn everyone was gone.
I say nothing as I walk outside and go to my car.
I realize they haven’t left because I am blocking one of the trucks in.
When I shut my door, I make eye contact with Jovi as he gets to the driver’s side door. He winks at me, and I know he saw it.
Fuck my life.