Chapter 5 The First Temptation.
Dinner had been a quiet and tense affair, and every conversation stayed carefully neutral…weather, the estate’s history, and polite questions about her bus journey. But every time Kira looked up, Rex’s eyes were already on her, green and searching, with barely hidden lust hiding behind the civility.
Once, when Victor was speaking, Rex’s gaze dropped openly to the low neckline of the borrowed sweater Maria had laid out for her, then dragged slowly back up. He didn’t smile, but the corner of his mouth lifted just enough to make her thighs press together under the table.
She had excused herself early, claiming to be exhausted even when she knew she was not. In the guest suite she had quickly showered again, letting the hot water pound against her bruised skin, then slipped into the only nightwear Maria had provided…a thin silk slip that was the color of champagne, and cut high on the thigh and low across the chest. It felt like wearing air…luxurious, foreign, and far too revealing. But the bed was enormous and soft, and exhaustion finally pulled her under.
She woke up hours later to the sound of a woman moaning.
It was low at first, almost swallowed by the air conditioning, but unmistakable. A rhythmic gasp, then a sharper cry. Kira lay still, with her heart already quickening as she tried to place the sound. The guest suite was on the second floor of the east wing, and the noises seemed to be coming from the wall that separated her room from the next.
Rex’s room.
The moans grew louder and more desperate, and soon it was joined by a man’s voice…low, husky, rough, and clearly commanding. Rex. She would have known it anywhere after only one day.
Kira’s mouth went dry. She sat up as another cry came through…high, pleading…followed by the unmistakable slap of skin on skin.
She could have stayed in bed. Roll over and simply pull a pillow over her head, but her curiosity got the better of her. She slipped barefooted out of bed, sneaking through the dark hallway towards the sound.
The closer she came, the clearer the sound became…The woman’s breathless begging, Rex’s growled responses, and the steady, relentless rhythm of the bed against the wall.
She stopped just outside the door, and her heart almost burst open with excitement as she found it slightly open…she could see them clearly.
Rex was shirtless, and his back muscles were flexing under lamplight as he moved. The screaming was coming from a thick hipped brunette with long dark hair spread across the pillows, and she was on her stomach with her ass arched high, while her wrists were pinned above her head in one of his hands. The other hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks as he drove his cock into her from behind.
The woman’s face was turned toward the door…eyes squeezed shut, with her mouth open in a silent scream that became sound again when he thrust harder.
“Please… Rex… harder…”
He leaned down, grazing her shoulder with his teeth as he fucked even harder. “You want it rough tonight, don’t you?”
“Yes…God, yes.. fuck me like you hate me…”
Her begging seemed to spur him on, and his hip movement increased drastically as he mercilessly pounded her pussy.
“Take it then,” he growled against her skin. “Take every fucking inch. I like you dripping down my cock and begging for more like the greedy little slut you are.”
Kira’s knees went weak at the sight.
She hadn’t been touched in almost a year…quick, unsatisfying encounters with men who never saw past the stage lights. Nothing like this. Nothing like the raw dominance in Rex’s voice, or the way the woman surrendered completely and begged for more.
She pressed her thighs together, feeling how slick she already was in her panties.
Her hand moved unconsciously without permission, slipping under the hem of her nighty to find her clit that was already swollen. She bit her lip hard to stay quiet at the contact, then leaned closer to the doorframe with her eyes locked on Rex’s body…the flex of his ass, the sweat gleaming on his back, and the brutal rhythm that made the brunette sob with pleasure.
Kira matched his movements. Slow circles at first, then faster, rocking her hips as she imagined it was her bent over that bed with her wrists pinned, and his voice in her ear telling her exactly how filthy she was.
Her breath came in tiny, silent gasps as she pinched her nipple through the silk with her free hand, imagining his teeth on it instead.
Rex shifted, pulling the woman up onto her knees, banding his arm across her chest to hold her back against him. He fucked her harder, head thrown back, throat corded.
“Look at you,” he growled savagely. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. Gonna come all over me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.. yes…please, Daddy…”
Kira’s fingers went even lower, and she slid two inside her warm and moist self easily, while her palm ground against her clit. She was close already, thighs trembling, biting down so hard on her lower lip that she tasted blood.
She never even heard the careful footsteps behind her before a large hand suddenly clamped over her mouth…firm, warm, and inescapable. Another hand slid around her waist, up under the silk, with fingers finding her nipple and pinching hard enough to make her gasp into the palm.
She stiffened, panic flaring…then a familiar voice, low and amused, breathed into her ear.
“Shh, little one. If you need pleasure, I can give you far better than watching.”
Victor's body pressed against her back…tall and solid, dressed in a robe that did nothing to hide the hard length of his cock pushing against her ass. His hand over her mouth loosened just enough for her to breathe, while his thumb stroked her cheek almost tenderly.
The hand on her breast moved slowly and expertly, rolling the nipple until it ached with desire. His hips rolled once, letting her feel exactly how much he wanted.
Inside the room, Rex drove deep one final time, and the brunette’s scream muffled into the pillow as they came together in a wave of blistering ecstasy.
Kira’s body betrayed her completely at that moment…her pussy clenched around her own fingers, and a fresh rush of wetness coated her hand as she sagged back against Victor.
He chuckled softly, brushing the tip of her ear with his lips.
“My son puts on quite a show, doesn’t he?” His fingers plucked her nipple again, sending pleasure and pain shooting straight to her clit. “But you’re soaking through this pretty little gown, Kira. Aching to be filled properly.”
She couldn’t answer…could barely think. Her hips rocked back against him instinctively, desperately seeking friction.
Victor’s hand left her breast, trailing down her stomach and pushing hers aside to feel her fully. Two of his large fingers slid inside her without warning, thick and sure, curling exactly where she needed them to.
Her muffled moan vibrated against his palm.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Quiet now. We wouldn’t want to interrupt them, would we?”
She found herself nodding foolishly as his thumb circled her clit slowly and possessively, while his fingers fucked her in perfect counterpoint to the dying sounds from Rex’s room.
Kira’s eyes fluttered shut as she found herself completely lost in it…the forbidden heat of Victor’s body, the slick sounds of his fingers inside her, and the lingering image of Rex’s raw dominance burned behind her eyelids.
Her orgasm built fast and merciless…and when it hit, her knees buckled. Only Victor’s arm kept her upright as she came silently, biting his palm, while her inner walls pulsed around his fingers as wave after wave crashed through her.
He held her through it, murmuring approval against her hair.
“Good girl…Now let's go inside.”
