Twisted Perception (Flawed #2) (15 page)

“Aria, where’s the love?”

“In my hand, soon to be in your neck.”

“You wound me, wound me so deep.” His hand goes over his heart, an amused expression on his face. He doesn’t find me threatening. Yes, he knows who I am and what I do. He also knows I consider him my friend, which is rare. Even if we annoy the living hell out of each other. I might not have shot him in the neck, but I would have done it somewhere else—more friend worthy I think.

“Come,” Mika says, pulling me away from Bexley and Zeke. He escorts me out of the entryway where Zeke hangs back talking to Jagger, who just walked in the door. Mika’s hand is still on my hip and he leans down close. “Exquisite.” I try not to look up at him as he walks with me, his mouth so close but I fail. When I glance up at him, I see his eyes are trained on me not even watching where he’s walking.

“I don’t like to dress up,” I tell him.

The curve of his mouth hitches up. “I would honestly prefer you in nothing at all.”

“That could be interesting.”

His hand slides down my ass, then stops. “What do you have on underneath this?” His hand starts circling and our walk stops completely.

I lean in close, my breath on his neck, then his ear. My heels making me only inches shorter than him. “Nothing,” I whisper. His back snaps up, his eyes leave mine and fly around the room. He spots something, then grabs my hand and strides across the room pulling me with him. He opens a door, yanks me in, and then shuts it. It’s a cellar, not just full of wines but full of all types of alcohol.

He pulls me further in, stopping when he reaches a bench and picks me up, sitting me on it. My dress hitches up when he does this and he bends down, kissing my thigh. He trails his tongue up, stopping just as my dress sits on my ass. I scoot up, pulling the dress all the way up, his eyes close. I clench, trying to contain myself from ordering him to do what I want. I lean back, the dress now wrapped around my hips as he pushes it up a little further. He spreads my legs wide, opening them as far as they’ll go, then leaning down and softly kissing me, everywhere but where I need him the most.

He does this for a few minutes. Keeping my hands clenched, I try not to push him. Then his warm tongue slides right up and he holds my knees apart when I sigh. He leans up, looks at me and smiles when he sees me watching him. He goes back down, licking, then breath, then licking, then hot breath again. It’s a mixture of torture and undeniable pleasure.

His finger goes in, his other hand still situated on my leg holding it open. His tongue is working its magic when I hear the door open. He stops and I immediately push his head back down—I don’t give a fuck who walks in, I’m about to come. This is not stopping.

Gabrielle walks in wearing a long, strapless silver gown. With her long, blonde hair hanging down her back, she’s as beautiful as the first the time I saw her. She stares at the two of us. My eyes must be dark and full of lust. She drops her dress. Mika doesn’t move from his position on the floor in front of me and I stay quiet. Her heels click on the floor with each step. She stops just behind Mika, running her hand up his back, then running her silky hand up my thigh. Mika inserts another finger, fucking me harder with his hand.

My eyes are closed, completely ignoring that Gabrielle is in the room. I feel her hand on my arm as she slides it in my dress, pulling my breast out. Her soft lips close over my nipple, sucking it hard. I open my eyes to watch her. She lifts Mika’s hand from my thigh, placing it on her bare leg. He removes it and immediately put it back on me.

Her mouth goes to my other nipple, she sucks hard, so does Mika. A scream rips from my throat. Mika stands and I lay back on the bench, shaking from the orgasm that has just ripped through me. He turns to look at Gabrielle, but doesn’t say a word or move to touch her. She leans forward, climbs on the bench and straddles me. She grinds herself on me, making me arch, searching for something. Her mouth comes down on my lips, her tongue quickly entering, playing with mine. Mika’s hands trail down her back, to her ass, then he inserts a finger in her pussy. She gasps in my mouth, keeping contact with my lips. I sit up and flip her over, so now she’s beneath me. My ass is in the air, right in front of Mika. He slaps it hard. I yelp and he picks me up and sets me on the floor.

Gabrielle is now spread in front of me, her legs in the same position mine were, open and wanting. Mika is behind me, teasing my entrance with his hard cock. I lean back into him, keeping one hand on Gabrielle’s breast puckering it with my fingers. Then he’s in me, filling me fast and hard. I gasp then lean down, my mouth touching Gabrielle’s pussy.

I lick just the way I like it, straight up, then on her clit. My tongue moves in circles while Mika fucks me so hard it’s difficult to concentrate. I insert a finger inside her while Mika licks up my back. My tongue is fast and it takes her minutes to come, minutes for her to scream just like I did. She gasps and pulls away, her clit now too sensitive. She wants to be fucked, so she sits up and watches us.

Mika flips me around, picking me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist, my face in his face. He kisses me and the taste is a mixture of Gabrielle and me. He doesn’t seem to care as he bounces me on his cock and kisses the living shit out of me.

His mouth lifts from mine, our eyes locked. I’ve missed this feeling, the feeling of him only wanting me, of what I have to offer, what only I can give. His eyes only ever looking at me like that, never anyone else.

He comes and so do I, both within seconds of each other. He tries to hold me where I am, not letting me go when I realize Gabrielle is still there, wanting to be fucked just as badly. I climb down his body, his arms and hands keeping me glued to him, not letting me escape. I place a kiss on his jaw and he loosens his grip enough for me to step back.

Gabrielle is there immediately, on her knees. She removes his condom, then puts her mouth around Mika’s soft cock, making it come back to life. His eyes stay on me until she deep throats him and he closes his eyes.

I pick my dress up from the floor and walk out the door.

Chapter 27

Neither of them notices when I leave the room. I walk out fixing my dress and trying to fix my hair, which is probably situated every which way. Then I slam into a hard body, one that’s familiar.

“Someone has been thoroughly fucked,” Zeke mutters. He cocks his head and I lean on his shoulder, fixing the strap of my heel. “It’s his party and he isn’t even out here,” he continues. I straighten up and smile. “And she smiles ‘cause she just screamed the house down, coming.” He’s cackling now.

“I’m off. Toodles.” I wave, trying to walk past him.

“Does he know you’re leaving?” he questions.

This man is annoying as my brother.

“Nope,” I reply.

“So you came to get your jollies off and now you’re leaving?”

“Jollies? Really? You mean did I come to get fucked by two people then leave a happy customer? Probably not. But hey, that shit was fun.” His eyes bulge.

“Two people?” he questions me.

“Yep, every man’s dream. Two women, one guy.”

He shakes his head. “No woman or man would dare touch Bexley.”

“I would.” I fire back, stirring him up even more. His eyes zoom in on me.

“Don’t you dare,” he threatens me and I roll my eyes at him.

“Don’t worry, your love fest is safe in my hands.” Seriously, what man doesn’t want two women, apart from Zeke?

“Toodles,” I say again, walking past him.

“You’re a crazy bitch, Aria,” he says at my back. I turn to see him shaking his head and smirking.

“Yeah, but you love this crazy bitch.” I blow him a kiss and he shakes his head again.

*****

It’s quiet when I return home since Jagger’s still at the party. He asked why I was leaving, but I didn’t answer and took the car home. Sarena is sitting on my porch, rocking on my swing. She stays silent when I climb the steps, just looking up at me with a blank expression. I hope Dominic didn’t have
the talk
with her tonight. I have no idea what to say to comfort someone. That shit is completely out of my realm of understanding.

“Come inside,” I offer, opening the door. She follows me up to my room. The room is plain with black bedding. There’s nothing much of me in it, apart from a photo of Jagger and me on my Duchess.

She lies on my queen size bed, slips her shoes off and slides under the covers. I drop the dress and throw on a shirt, not bothering about anything else and lay beside her.

“I should warn you before you take this dangerous route, I sleep a bit crazy.” She raises her eyebrows at me. “I usually start at this end of the bed,” I say pointing to where I am, then indicating to the bottom, “Then end up down there.”

“Nightmares?” she asks me. I shrug my shoulders. Sometimes they are, not all the time.

“Do you want to talk? Or would you rather me tell you what I did tonight?”

“You first.”

“Okay, well I rocked up to the party, looking all hot and shit. Mika wanted me.”

“Of course he did. He is only a man, after all.” She laughs.

“Anyway, he gives me the best head job. Seriously the best, then Gabrielle walks in. She strips and sucks my tits, then I lick her out, then I get fucked so good and so hard. Then she sucks his cock…” I trail off.

“Holy shit, did you go to an orgy?”

“No, she was unexpected. But it was good then I left.”

“You just left? Did Mika know you left?” I shake my head and she laughs.

“I heard what Dominic said to you,” she whispers after a while. “I just left.”

“Left for good?”

She nods her head. “Where do I go?”

“Wherever you want to go, Sarena. The world is your oyster, baby.”

“Will you hold me?” she asks. I’ve never seen her like this. She is truly lost. I scoot closer to her and she turns over. I place my hand around her waist, hers goes on top of mine. “Thank you, Aria,” she whispers, and not too long after we both drift off.

I wake up and feel like I’m in a sauna. My body is producing sweat and I know it’s not meant to be this hot. I have a leg on each of my legs—Sarena is cuddled into one side of me, tucked into my shoulder. Mika has me gripped tightly, stuck to him on the other side. I push up wanting to escape the heat, to stop this sweat.

I manage to throw Sarena off first and she sits up looking at me, then looks next to me and she smiles. “He came in last night not long after we fell asleep.” I look at him, still tucked in his embrace.

“And?”

“And you stopped thrashing. He has it bad.” She fans herself, getting up and walking out the door. I try to escape, but he doesn’t let up.

“I have it bad,” he whispers.

I laugh at him and lay my head back down inches from his. “You do, do you?”

“Oh, I do, so baaad…” he draws it out.

“How do you keep getting in?” I ask, changing the subject.

“I have a key.”

“How on earth did you get a key?” I raise my voice.

“Your brother.”

“He’s about to take his last breath,” I swear.

“Why did you leave last night?” he asks, removing his arm and giving me a chance to move.

“You got your birthday present.” I smile at him.

“I did, but I didn’t want the other. Just you.”

“Don’t go all girly on me, Mika, what we have is fun. Nothing more.” His face morphs to something I haven’t seen, it’s like I just slapped him. He climbs out of bed and dresses. I admire his physique while he pulls on the long pants that he had on last night. He slides them up over his toned legs then over his ass. His shirt is next and he leaves it unbuttoned when he slips on his shoes. He stands holding his jacket, staring at me.

“You just don’t want to make this work, do you? I’ve been trying for absolutely nothing.”

“Let’s get one thing straight. I did not tell you to try, I did not tell you I could offer you more than what I can give. All I can give you is my pussy, and possibly my mouth on occasions. Not once did I say more.” I stand, the shirt I slept in riding up and revealing everything below. His eyes appreciate me for a second before they flick back to my eyes.

“I want you, Aria, I want you so much it hurts to be away from you. What the fuck is that? I sure as shit don’t know, but you don’t give a fuck, do you? Stop shutting people out and let me fucking in.” He steps closer hissing the last part out in my face.

“Leave, Mika. I quit.”

“That’s it?” he throws his hands up in the air, “That’s all you got?”

“You don’t want to see what I’ve got,” I hiss back at him.

“But I do, my dark little beauty queen, I fucking do.” His mouth so close to mine, I pull back. He notices my reaction and walks to the door, opening it and slamming it on his way out.

Chapter 28

One whole month passes without a word from Mika. I haven’t seen him since the morning he left my house and I quit work. Sarena stayed with me for a week before we went our separate ways, I don’t even know where she went. She hasn’t called and I haven’t bothered trying, but I know she’ll call if she needs me. Jagger is hardly home, always flying out to Los Angeles for work with Zeke. I’ve spoken to my father numerous times. I even went and visited my mother in rehab. She was different, more reserved around me. It was odd.

She apologized. She cried. It was uncomfortable and it made me feel weird. I didn’t know how to handle it. She wants me to keep visiting her¸ but I don’t know if I can just yet. Old wounds are hard to hide when they’re out in the open like that.

Jessa is doing better than I would have expected. She’s excelling in school, stopped her Goth dress and is now who she wants to be, with no one to protect anymore.

I just bought a club with the money that I’ve saved and it’s expected to open tonight. It’s a male strip joint, just like
Magic Mike
, but without the clothes. I know what woman want, I know how to make them pay me real dollars for what they aren’t getting at home. I even have rooms set up at the back for the
extra
services.

My Thrall that I rescued from that bitch’s house is actually my main guy. His name is Derrick and I actually like him, a lot. He’s back to normal, just the way he was when I first took him. His lips are luscious, his body hard and dark. The girls are going to go crazy over him.