such lovely manner. There was a difference, of course, comparing a man and a woman. The feminine touch was more intimate and soft, and the opposite sex simply didn’t do soft, more like they devoured your cunt as a hurricane would. The comparison made me choke on my own giggle, and Miss Arianne mistakenly took that as a signal that I was keen on her performance; thus making her much too eager to put more hands on me.
Damn, if she weren’t good, I would have screamed murder. Did I feel violated? Not entirely, though I wasn’t truly comfortable if one must admit. Did I get any pleasure at all? Yes, definitely.
“ Do you like Arianne’s tongue fucking your pussy, Isobel?” Hugo’s voice came out of nowhere, making me snap my eyes open to search for him. He was right behind Arianne, minus his clothes.
I frowned at him, wondering if he had chosen to have sex with her instead of me. Before I could voice my protest, I saw him reach for his cock then plant a hard smack on Arianne’s bottom, summoning her to point her ass towards its master.
“ Hugo—” I gasped in shock when I saw him thrust into her from behind, causing me to go cold inside.
Fuck. I could feel tears prickling behind my eyes. He fucking did it. He fucking did it!
Hatred conquered me in a heartbeat. Radiating with it, I gave him a look that suggested how much I wanted to murder him. His own eyes were harsh, cold, and distant. It was as if he was trying to relay a message to me, as if he was telling me I would never get what I wanted because I had missed my chance the moment he had learned of my betrayal. There was no way of getting him back, even if I resorted to using my body to get what I wanted. He surely was formidable. I just didn’t know how much of a tough arse he was until that moment.
Arianne continued to service me while Hugo was fucking her harder by the second. I wanted to leave, I wanted to stab him in the eye before stepping on his balls, but for some odd, trance-like reason, the serious hate we were communicating through our eyes held me from taking action.
He was grunting some harsh French that I couldn’t grasp as he paced himself faster, as if he was about to reach an orgasmic peak. Trembling from all the emotions that wreaked havoc in me, tears threatened to spill before I unlatched myself from Arianne’s grappling hands. I slid across the bed to get to him and unceremoniously slapped him hard just as he was ejaculating.
“ You bastard!” I screeched before scrambling to get away from the tragedy.
Idiot! God, I would never forgive myself for this. What had I been thinking?
My mind rambled as I dashed towards the door, yanking it open before I ran to where I had left my clothes on the floor and immediately hid myself in the nearest room to change. Hot tears spilled freely as I switched the light on to find myself in a beautiful powder room. When I found my reflection on the mirror, I was too horrified to see myself, so I instantly shut the lights off again.
Of all the things I had pictured, anticipated to happen tonight, that wasn’t one of them. Tonight was done with one purpose in his mind, and that was to simply hurt me. Well, he had succeeded. I would most assuredly crawl back to where I had come from without any fond thoughts of him.
A rap on the door as the handle jimmied to be open made me tense, knowing quite well who it was wanting to come inside the door.
“ Isobel…”
Shaking my head, I wiped my tears away, not wanting to deal with him anymore.
“ Isobel! Open the bloody door, or I’ll do it myself forcefully! ”
His threats didn’t do anything to the coldness I felt in my heart. He had done enough. He had done so much that it might take me years to recover from the kind of humiliation he had put me through. What kind of a blasted man would insult me that way? Well, Hugo would, simply because he could. He didn’t have any moral conduct and didn’t play by society’s rules. He made his own, unique
Damn, if she weren’t good, I would have screamed murder. Did I feel violated? Not entirely, though I wasn’t truly comfortable if one must admit. Did I get any pleasure at all? Yes, definitely.
“ Do you like Arianne’s tongue fucking your pussy, Isobel?” Hugo’s voice came out of nowhere, making me snap my eyes open to search for him. He was right behind Arianne, minus his clothes.
I frowned at him, wondering if he had chosen to have sex with her instead of me. Before I could voice my protest, I saw him reach for his cock then plant a hard smack on Arianne’s bottom, summoning her to point her ass towards its master.
“ Hugo—” I gasped in shock when I saw him thrust into her from behind, causing me to go cold inside.
Fuck. I could feel tears prickling behind my eyes. He fucking did it. He fucking did it!
Hatred conquered me in a heartbeat. Radiating with it, I gave him a look that suggested how much I wanted to murder him. His own eyes were harsh, cold, and distant. It was as if he was trying to relay a message to me, as if he was telling me I would never get what I wanted because I had missed my chance the moment he had learned of my betrayal. There was no way of getting him back, even if I resorted to using my body to get what I wanted. He surely was formidable. I just didn’t know how much of a tough arse he was until that moment.
Arianne continued to service me while Hugo was fucking her harder by the second. I wanted to leave, I wanted to stab him in the eye before stepping on his balls, but for some odd, trance-like reason, the serious hate we were communicating through our eyes held me from taking action.
He was grunting some harsh French that I couldn’t grasp as he paced himself faster, as if he was about to reach an orgasmic peak. Trembling from all the emotions that wreaked havoc in me, tears threatened to spill before I unlatched myself from Arianne’s grappling hands. I slid across the bed to get to him and unceremoniously slapped him hard just as he was ejaculating.
“ You bastard!” I screeched before scrambling to get away from the tragedy.
Idiot! God, I would never forgive myself for this. What had I been thinking?
My mind rambled as I dashed towards the door, yanking it open before I ran to where I had left my clothes on the floor and immediately hid myself in the nearest room to change. Hot tears spilled freely as I switched the light on to find myself in a beautiful powder room. When I found my reflection on the mirror, I was too horrified to see myself, so I instantly shut the lights off again.
Of all the things I had pictured, anticipated to happen tonight, that wasn’t one of them. Tonight was done with one purpose in his mind, and that was to simply hurt me. Well, he had succeeded. I would most assuredly crawl back to where I had come from without any fond thoughts of him.
A rap on the door as the handle jimmied to be open made me tense, knowing quite well who it was wanting to come inside the door.
“ Isobel…”
Shaking my head, I wiped my tears away, not wanting to deal with him anymore.
“ Isobel! Open the bloody door, or I’ll do it myself forcefully! ”
His threats didn’t do anything to the coldness I felt in my heart. He had done enough. He had done so much that it might take me years to recover from the kind of humiliation he had put me through. What kind of a blasted man would insult me that way? Well, Hugo would, simply because he could. He didn’t have any moral conduct and didn’t play by society’s rules. He made his own, unique
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