Page 6 of Twisted (Never After)

Instead, I toe the door open more, just enough to ensure she has a nice view of me standing here, watching, waiting, my palm rubbing against the thick length of my cock while it strains against the zipper.

Her gaze locks on mine and widens, her cheeks flushing, mouth parting into the perfect O.

My balls tighten when she sees me, the urge to walk into the room and give her lips something to latch on to so strong it makes me dizzy, but I hold back, choosing to grip the outline of my cock and stroke myself through the fabric.

Fuck.

My stare burns through hers, a drop of precum leaking from my dick when I take in how vulnerable she is, splayed out for another man and clearly unsure of what to do when she sees me watching.

I expect her to scream. To stop the pathetic attempt of her boy toy and cover up.

But she doesn’t.

Instead, her back arches and her eyes roll, her chest heaving as she chokes on air. I bite the inside of my cheek because I’m so fucking hard, I can’t see straight.

Does it turn her on, knowing that someone who’s thirteen years too old for her, someone who’s the closest thing to her father’s best friend, is watching her get fucked? That boy may have his tongue inside her, but it’smeshe’s thinking of right now, whether she wants to be or not.

Her eyes open again, locking onto mine immediately, like we’re two sides of a magnet drawn together by force. Then her gaze drops down the length of my body, searing a path all the way to where I continue stroking myself to the sight of her.

I smirk, and her tongue swipes out to run along her bottom lip.

My stomach tightens, imagining what that tongue would feel like running up the length of my cock while she stared up at me from her knees.

I’m two seconds away from sayingfuck it, undoing my belt, and letting her see what she could have, but just as my hand brushes against the buckle, my mind catches back up to my body, and I wonder what the hell I’m doing.

Ripping myself away, I spin around and leave, my body screaming and revulsion worming its way through the arousal from my lack of control.

I have no interest in Ali’s daughter, sexually or emotionally, and I’d neveroncethought of her as anything other than a nuisance, a silly girl who gets in my way and thinks she deserves the world simply by being born into it.

Only now, she’s burned into my brain.

And I’m not sure how to get her out.

Chapter3

Yasmin

Is he going to tell my father?

It’s the first thought that races through my head after I’ve come back down from the most intense orgasm of my life.

Julian Faraci was spying on me. And I let him.

“Are you okay?”

Aidan’s voice is muddled, both because my ears are fuzzy from how hard I just came and because my mind is a fog trying to compartmentalize what just happened. Nausea curdles my stomach when I meet Aidan’s deep brown eyes.

Is it considered cheating if I couldn’t control it?

I didn’t do anything wrong, but the way my thighs are still slick from whathiseyes caused has disgust and guilt mixing and sinking like a rock in my gut.

“Princess,” Aidan continues.

Shaking my head slightly, I reach up and press my palm against his cheek. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

I almost tell him what happened, the words sitting heavy on the tip of my tongue, but at the last second, I swallow them back down, deciding to bury the memory somewhere deep inside me where I won’t be able to reach it. After all, it’ll neverhappenagain.

Julian really has nothing to lose, but if he tells my dad, then I’ll be loud too and force him to admit he was watching me. And I can’t imagine he’d want anyone to know he was rubbing his dick while watching his boss’s daughter get eaten out. I’m not even sure why hewaswatching me when he’s spent most of his time actively trying to get me out of his sight.