Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 22608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
His voice is hoarse with lust—-
"I'm glad."
While hers is throaty as she rubs her breasts even harder against his back.
No. No. No.
I want to stop watching, but I can't seem to tear my gaze away as Jamieson slowly turns to look at her.
"Jamie..."
The way she whispers his name makes me sick.
"Becs..."
They reach for each other at the same time.
But I don't see them kissing.
Because Zahir has turned my face to him, and own my eyes automatically close as his mouth covers mine.
Chapter Five
THE NOISES OUTSIDE the closet should have hurt me.
The things I hear.
The sounds they're making.
All of it should've hurt.
But none of it does.
Because Zahir and I are making our own noise that only the two of us can hear.
And oh, the way he kisses.
It's like a dream.
And not just any dream.
But my dream.
Every soft brush of his lips.
Every playful nibble.
Every teasing tug.
Everything is just like I've always secretly and guiltily dreamed of.
It's neither too wet nor too dry.
It's tender enough to make my heart ache.
But also hot enough to make my toes curl inside my shoes.
It's too, too perfect...that I start to cry.
Because I don't get it.
I really don't.
This is how it should've been with the boy I used to love.
But it's not.
It's never been like this with Jamieson, and the moment his name pops into my mind, I'm crying even harder.
No, no, no!
And I start pushing him away.
Because this is wrong.
Even if Jamieson is cheating on me right this very moment.
It doesn't make this any less wrong.
So, so, wrong.
And when I try shoving him off another time, it actually works.
Zahir lifts his head, and tears fall faster down my cheeks as our gazes collide.
I'm sorry.
I wish I could say it out loud, but all I can do is look at him and hope with all my heart that he can hear the agonized whispers of my soul—-
I'm so, so sorry.
—-even as we both hear Jamieson and Rebecca start tearing off each other's clothes.
So, so sorry.
"You're so fucking hot, Becs."
My lips part the moment I hear Jamieson groan.
I'm not even sure if I want to sob or scream.
All I know is that I want them to stop.
I want them to know I'm here.
I want them to realize what they're doing is wrong.
But I can't.
Because Zahir's hand is now clamped over my mouth—-
"I can't get enough of your tits!"
—-and he makes his move the moment Jamieson growls the words out.
Our positions change in a blink, and Zahir is suddenly standing behind me, my back against his chest, and I can no longer hide from the sight of my boyfriend burying his face between Rebecca's breasts like he's eager to drown himself in a valley of forbidden flesh.
"It's all yours, boss," Rebecca moans.
"That's what I want to hear, babe."
But just as Jamieson takes her nipple into his mouth—-
That's when I also feel Zahir's hand delving inside my sweatshirt—-
And all I can do is whimper against the hand covering my mouth.
This is insane.
And yet my body only buckles against his as he starts plucking my nipple between his fingers.
Shame and pleasure melt into one burning sensation.
I can still hear Jamieson suckling on another woman's breast, but I can't make myself care.
Even as Rebecca starts moaning out loud, I find myself closing my eyes—-
Pluck. Pluck. Pluck.
—-while asking myself if this is another impossible thing that's about to happen before breakfast.
Can I actually...
Oh, is it actually possible—-
"I can't wait," Jamieson groans.
"Then don't," Rebecca urges him. "Take me! Fuck me!"
I have my answer the moment Jamieson unzips himself.
My eyes squeeze shut.
But it has nothing to do with the couple having sex in front of me.
And everything to do with the fact that the hand over my mouth has loosened.
And it's now slipping inside my pants.
Aaaah.
My head reels, and my folds quiver as his palm brushes against my secret place.
I just can't believe this is happening.
I just can't.
And yet...
Aaaaah.
Jamieson's groan melts in harmony with my whimper as Zahir thrusts one long hard finger inside of me.
"Fuck, Becs, fuck!"
My thoughts are a sickening mix of horror, shock, and confusion.
Because Rebecca's face turns towards the direction of the closet as my boyfriend starts pounding into her.
"Fuuuuuck."
And the look on her face—-
"You see it, don't you?" Zahir whispers into my ear.
I don't want to see this.
"If you had given yourself to him...that's how you would look, too."
Jamieson groans her name out as he starts coming inside of her.
Why am I seeing this?
His head is thrown back, his expression of excruciating ecstasy—-
Why?
While the woman he's having sex with looks absolutely and undeniably—-
DEAD.
"Yes, Jamie. Give it to me. I want it all."
The way she's saying all the right words—-
No. No. No.
And has her body moving in all the right ways—-
It makes me want to weep.
But I can't.
Because something else is happening at the same time.
Something that has to do with me.