Chapter 9
The steam from the rainfall shower was still clinging to the marble when Bea stepped out, wiping a circular patch into the fogged-up vanity mirror.
She’d expected to find an empty bathroom when she arrived, but instead she found high end feminine soaps and bath salts.
There were lotions lined up along the counter with all kinds of girly products .
“What are you boys up to?” she whispered, a smirk playing on her lips.
She walked back into her bedroom, the plush carpet feeling like silk between her toes.
She was hyper-aware of her body, the rolls of her belly, the weight of her breasts, the scars on her thighs that told stories of narrow escapes.
She had spent years at war with this skin, but tonight, under the roof of men who dealt in blood and power, she felt like a queen in her own fortress. Now, to put on a little show.
The tiny microscopic glint of glass tucked into the ornate molding of the ceiling, and hidden in the eyes of a painted cherub on the mantle. She spotted the cameras when she first inspected her room yesterday.
She knew Nico would be watching right now, especially after this morning’s little gathering in her bedroom trying to intimidate her. It’s time to remind him just who he’s dealing with.
In the high-tech bunker, also known as the security room, Nico Marchetti was leaning back, a glass of vintage scotch in his hand.
He told himself he was monitoring their floor footage from last night but not seeing anyone.
So he switches to her room feed, his eyes go wide when Bea stepped into the frame of Camera 4, utterly naked, dripping wet, and radiating confidence, the glass nearly slipped from his fingers.
“Out! Everybody get the fuck out! Now!” Nico roared, his voice cracking suddenly, frantic and territorial.
Two security guys scrambled toward the door, confused.
“If I see your heads turn toward these monitors, I’ll have your eyes cut out of your head!
Lock the damn door!” The heavy steel door hissed shut. Nico was alone.
He leaned in, his breath hitching. Bea didn’t look like the starving, waifish models his father usually kept around.
She was a goddess of marble and silk. His gaze tracked the way the water droplets rolled over the generous swell of her stomach, rolls he desperately wanted to bury his face in, to bite and worship until she screamed.
She walked to her duffel bag, rummaging through it with a knowing smirk. When she pulled out a heavy, wireless wand vibrator, Nico felt his blood rush south so fast his head lightened.
She didn’t hide. She didn’t dim the lights. She walked to the center of that massive bed, propped herself up against the headboard, and spread her legs wide.
“Oh, you bitch,” Nico groaned, his hand already falling to the fly of his suit pants.
On the screen, Bea was a vision of flushed, heated skin. Her breasts were heavy, her nipples a light pink color. She reached up, pinching one firmly, her head rolling back as she let out a breath he couldn’t hear….yet.
Nico reached for his console, slamming a pair of high-fidelity headphones over his ears. He turned the volume up until he could hear the rustle of the sheets and then, there it was, a soft, melodic whimper that vibrated right through his skull.
He freed himself, his cock pulsing and rock-hard as he began to stroke it.
“That’s it, such a slut aren’t you?” he rasped to the empty room, his eyes fixed on the screen where he’d zoomed in so far he could see the glistening moisture between her thighs.
“Fuck me, that’s sexy. I bet you’d feel so tight around my cock, wouldn’t you? ”
He watched her thumb flick the switch. The low hum of the wand filled his ears. She ran the head of it up and down her slit, teasing herself, her belly rippling with every sharp intake of breath. “Fuuuck, yes.” She moaned.
“That’s it, play with that cunt dirty girl,” Nico whispered, his pace increasing.
His eyes darting between the camera on her face, and the camera focused on her pussy.
“I’d bury myself in those curves and never come out.
I wonder what you taste like, I bet you like it rough, fuck I’m dying to find out. ”
Bea’s hips began to buck. She pressed the wand directly against her clit, her body tensing. Nico could see she was getting close, the way she was absolutely soaked, her juices glistening under the bright lights of the room.
He was right on the edge, his heart hammering against his ribs.
He watched as her back arched, her fingers digging into her own plush thighs, leaving red marks that he wanted to replace with his own teeth.
“Come on, Bea… give it to me, come…” he focused on the head of his cock, stroking fast and applying enough pressure to turn it red.
She let out a sharp, shattered moan that peaked in his headphones.
Her body shuddered in a violent, beautiful climax, and as she squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, Nico let out a choked sound, standing up as his release hit him hard.
He didn’t even realize he was leaning forward until he’d covered the monitor, right over the image of her heaving chest and flushed skin.
He panted, trying to catch his breath, the silence of the room ringing in his ears. He reached for a cloth to clean himself and most of the monitor. His gaze dropping to the screen showing camera 4.
Bea was still on the bed. She wasn’t shaking anymore.
She was still leaning against the headboard, her hair a messy curtain around her face.
Then, she looked directly into the lens of the camera .
She didn’t look embarrassed, she looked bored.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement she flipped the camera off and winked as if she could see him.
“What the fuck?” He whispered as he looked around the room then back at the monitor, an amused grin stretched across her face. She stood up, tossing the wand back onto the bed, and strolled toward the bathroom with a swing of her hips that felt like a slap to his face.
Nico sat back in his chair, his heart still racing, a single thought echoing in his brain as he spoke the words out loud, “we are so incredibly screwed.”