Chapter 142
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In theory–and to anyone else watching–this was every guy’s dream.
Well… maybe not the part where I was on stage, chained up, getting
my dick sucked in front of a fucking massive audience. But still. Luna
was the kind of girl guys would sell their souls for. She was out of most leagues, a walking fantasy. And she was on her knees in front of me, lips wrapped around my cock, going at it like she was born for
this.
Sensual. Erotic. Fucking incredible.
I was so hard it hurt, every nerve in me on fire, my thighs trembling,
hips jerking to meet her mouth. Any normal guy would’ve thought
he’d died and gone to heaven.
But my eyes? They weren’t on her. Not her glossy amber eyes tearing
up when I hit her throat, not her full lips wrapped around my
erection, not her perfect tits bouncing with every thrust.
They were on him.
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It was Aiden’s mouth I wanted. Aiden I wanted to fuck. Aiden I
wanted to please.
Hell, I would’ve chosen to suck his cock–starving and deprived, like
he’d kept me for weeks–over this any day.
But my body didn’t care. My body was panting, trembling, and
thrusting into her throat like the horny bastard it was. My cock
pulsed, swelling, desperate to finish.
And then I saw him. No way.
That fucking boy–Anthony. On his knees between my Master’s legs.
And just what the hell did he think he was doing, fumbling with his
belt, putting his goddamn hands where they didn’t belong? The
fucking nerve.
My pulse spiked a thousand miles an hour.
But then–Aiden let him.
Worse–he wanted it. I saw it in the way his hand slid down, slow and sure, caressing Anthony’s jaw before gripping his hair tight, tilting his head just so. And then he guided him down onto his cock.
And my heart broke.
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Because right there, watching Anthony take him in deep, listening to
Aiden’s moan tear through the music, I understood. The door swung
both ways.
Anthony locked eyes with my Master, sucking him like he’d been
trained for it, which he obviously had–hungry, reverent, desperate to
please. And Aiden? He didn’t just take it. He fucked into it. His hips
snapped forward, jaw tight, eyes half–lidded, lost in the rhythm.
My chest seized. My throat burned.
Was he better than me? Did it feel better than me?
Every sound Aiden made, every thrust of his cock into that boy’s
mouth felt like a knife in my ribs. His pleasure lit up his face, and my
entire world tilted sideways.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was mine.
What the hell have I done?
My cock went soft despite Luna working me like her life depended on
- it. I was letting her down, letting Roman down, probably letting the
whole goddamn room down. But I didn’t care. Not when my chest felt
like it was caving in.
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My eyes burned. Tears. Fucking tears threatened to spill, like I was
some emotional, jealous wreck. I stepped back from her, heart
hammering, and kissed her forehead like some pathetic apology. She
just nodded, like she understood, like she knew this wasn’t about her
at all.
Then I crawled.
Every inch forward was humiliation. I was begging for him. Begging
for his attention back. Crawling to my Master while another boy-
beautiful, perfect Anthony–was still on his knees, sucking him so
flawlessly it made me wanna to puke.
I should’ve been embarrassed. I should’ve hated myself. But all I
wanted was him.
And before I even got the words out, before I even had to look weak in
front of the entire room, Aiden looked at me.
Just looked at me.
Then he gently pulled Anthony off his cock, with a soft murmur of
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
