Winning the Heir Who Bullied Me novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What. The. Fuck?

I struggle, trying to shove Nathan aside and run, terrified that Lucas will come out at any second and have me hung for spying on him.

But Nathan presses against me harder, holding me firm with his body as he holds a finger against his perfect, lush lips in a shushing motion.

So I force myself to still, to be quiet. Nathan’s eyes leave mine as he glances toward the door like he’s waiting for something. But seconds pass, and the sounds from the room don’t cease; Lucas doesn’t seem to be coming out anytime soon.

My mind is a mess of jumbled thoughts and emotions. What I saw plays over and over again in my mind, and as Sarah’s moans and groans continue unabated, I’m unable to think about anything else.

Lucas Ashford–stoic, quiet Lucas, who I’ve barely heard a word from since I arrived… The look in his eyes flashes through my mind, and I fight the instinct to struggle again and run.

Meanwhile, Nathan’s hand is still firmly pressed against my mouth, and it’s not lost on me that barely a few feet away, his brother also has his hands pressed against a maid’s mouth as he does unspeakable things to her.

And then, unbidden, an image flashes through my mind, and instead of Sarah bent over the desk, it’s me, and Nathan’s hand is slapped against my mouth, muffling my moans as he does unspeakable things to me.

The thought sends heat rushing through me, and I whimper, causing Nathan’s gaze to flit back to me. There’s heat in his eyes, and it feels like it’s flowing between us, forming a searing pool of desire in my lower belly.

I’m aware of everything—his tall, muscular body pressed against my smaller, softer one. He’s so close; he’s pressed so firmly against me that I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, and I know he can feel mine, too.

The smell of his cologne–of him–wraps around me and flows into me, wrecking my senses. His thigh is pressed between my legs, and it takes all of my willpower not to grind myself against him as the image of Sarah writhing in pleasure, grinding against the dildo, pulsates through me.

The room next to us feels like a world away, but I hear Sarah’s moans get louder till she’s almost screaming, and I know she’s close to climax. That knowledge, the sounds, the images burned into my memory, and the feel of Nathan’s body sending heat waves through mine wrecks me.

It becomes evident that neither Lucas nor Sarah are coming out of the room anytime soon, and finally, Nathan’s hand drops from my mouth, and he steps back, taking that damning heat with him.

I let out a heavy breath, feeling extremely wrung out. Nathan barely gives me a second to compose myself, however, as he grabs my hand and starts walking down the hall, pulling me along with him.

I follow without argument, holding the long end of my dress so I don’t trip over it. My dress–the banquet…it all feels like a lifetime ago.

Nathan leads me down the hallway and opens a large door at the end leading to an outdoor balcony.

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