Page 45 of Savage Prince
She pushes the door open to reveal a large curved leather sectional like you would expect to see in a living room, but instead of facing a television, it’s turned toward a viewing window.
“Are all the rooms on this floor for voyeurs?” I ask.
Magnolia nods. “Next level up is all private.” She hands me a remote. “Click this, and the window will defrost and you can enjoy. If anyone bothers you, shoot me a text and I’ll take care of them.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
I wait for Magnolia to leave before I make myself comfortable on the center cushion of the sofa.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I press the button on the remote and the window clears, allowing me a perfect view of another room. It looks like something you’d expect to see in a harem, or at least what I’d imagine a harem would have been like. A huge round cushion takes up a large portion of the room, and sheer fabric drapes down from the ceiling.
But it’s what’s happening on the cushion that sets my blood on fire.
Two men. One woman. She’s spread out between them, and four hands roam her naked body while she arches upward.
Holy hell. A ménage.
My thighs clench together as one man, a blond, spreads the woman’s legs and kneels between them, dragging his tongue along her skin. She moans as the other man sucks on a nipple, keeping her hair fisted in his hand.
I press back against the cushions, my gaze rapt as the kneeling man peels off her panties.
“So wet. You’ve been such a good girl. I think it’s time I eat this juicy cunt.”
I didn’t know it was possible for me to go from nervous to soaking wet in under sixty seconds, but, hey, new personal best.
The man looks to the corner of the room as though seeking permission. “You want to see me lick her pussy? Or should we make her wait?”
My attention zeroes in on the shadowed corner of the room, and I squint like it’s somehow going to help me see who he’s talking to.
There’s a chair in the corner. With a man sitting in it.
Instead of responding verbally, a big hand waves them on as though indicating the man should get to work.
Rather than dragging my gaze back to the threesome spread out on the cushion, I focus on the corner. On him.
There’s not enough light to see a face, but I can see his hand on his knees, gripping as though fighting for control.
They’re big hands, but are theyhis? Is that why Magnolia brought me here?
A tidal wave of contradicting thoughts washes through my brain.
He likes to watch. He made that perfectly clear.
But if he came here tonight ... why not invite me?
Was the note a lie? Is he done with me?
Ridiculously, a lash of pain swipes across my confidence.
That asshole.
“Aren’t you going to come join us?” the man at the woman’s breasts says. “You haven’t played in a while. I bet you miss the sweet grip of a hungry pussy.”
I stand and walk toward the glass, straining to hear his answer. “You better not,” I whisper to the empty room, my hands clenching into fists.
Instead of envying the woman with all the attention, I’m consumed with jealousy and want to drag her out by her hair.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I care? I can walk my ass right back down to the bar room and pick up a man of my own. He isn’t that special.
