Chapter 82 Chapter 82
Chapter 82
Nina’s POV
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing the air into my lungs like it could steady the storm inside me. My heart hammered against my ribs, loud enough that I swore Sabina could hear it. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, charged with something I didn’t want to name.
Sabina pulled back. Her mouth left my skin with a soft, wet sound that made my stomach flip. She studied me for a second, lips parted, eyes dark and unreadable. Then she smiled—small, almost gentle.
“I won’t force you,” she said quietly. “But you can watch. And if you want… join us.”
She stepped away, giving me space. The sudden distance felt colder than the snow outside. I opened my eyes just in time to see her turn toward the other girl—the one who had been waiting silently in the shadows near the bed. Tall, slim, dark hair falling loose over bare shoulders. She wore nothing but a thin silk robe that slipped off as Sabina reached for her.
They came together like they had done this a hundred times. Sabina’s hands slid into the girl’s hair, pulling her head back for a kiss that looked more like claiming than affection. Mouths crashed, tongues visible for a moment before they disappeared again. The girl moaned low in her throat, a sound that vibrated through the quiet room.
I stayed rooted where I was, arms crossed over my chest, trying to make myself small. Naked except for the diamond waist beads and those stupid heels. My skin prickled with goosebumps, not just from the chill.
Sabina pushed the girl down onto the white sheets. The bed dipped under their weight. The girl spread her legs without hesitation, knees bent, feet planted. Sabina knelt between them, trailing kisses down the girl’s neck, over collarbones, lingering on full breasts. She took one dark nipple into her mouth, sucking hard enough that the girl arched off the mattress with a sharp cry.
Their bodies moved together in a slow grind at first. Sabina’s hips rolled, pressing her lace-covered center against the girl’s bare one. The friction built. Sabina shed the last scrap of black lace, tossing it aside. Now both naked, skin flushed, they aligned themselves—legs interlocking, pussies meeting in that slick, intimate press.
Scissoring. I’d heard the word before, seen hints in late-night searches when I was curious and alone. But watching it happen inches away was different. Raw. Loud.
Sabina rocked forward, slow and deliberate. Their clits brushed with every motion, wet sounds filling the air—slick skin sliding, breaths hitching. The girl reached down, fingers spreading herself wider, holding the position so Sabina could grind deeper. Sabina’s hand joined, rubbing fast circles over both of them while their hips kept that steady rhythm.
Moans spilled out freely now. The girl’s voice rose higher, breathy and desperate. Sabina’s was lower, rougher, growling encouragements. “That’s it… feel me… right there…”
Their pace quickened. Hips snapped together harder, wet slaps echoing off the walls. Sweat glistened on their skin, catching the low lamplight. Sabina leaned forward, bracing one hand beside the girl’s head, the other still working between them. She kissed her fiercely, swallowing every cry.
The girl’s thighs trembled. Her back bowed. “Sabina—fuck—I’m close—”
Sabina didn’t slow. She ground down harder, faster, their clits mashed together in relentless friction. The girl’s fingers dug into Sabina’s ass, pulling her closer. A sudden gush—clear fluid sprayed from the girl, soaking Sabina’s thighs, the sheets. She cried out, body shaking through the release, hips jerking uncontrollably.
Sabina followed seconds later. Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream that turned into a long, guttural moan. Another squirt, this one arcing higher, splashing across the girl’s stomach. Their bodies locked together, grinding through the aftershocks, slick and shining, breaths ragged.
They didn’t stop. Sabina flipped them so the girl was on top. Now the girl rode the motion, hips circling, pressing down with purpose. Sabina’s hands gripped her waist, guiding the rhythm. Moans turned to whimpers, then back to loud cries. Another wave built—faster this time. The girl leaned back, hands on Sabina’s thighs for leverage, grinding in tight circles. Sabina reached up, pinching her nipples hard.
The girl came again, squirting in short bursts that dripped down Sabina’s legs. Sabina arched, chasing her own peak, rubbing frantically until she shattered too, fluid mixing with the mess already soaking the bed.
They collapsed together, panting, bodies tangled and slick. But even then, their eyes flicked toward me. Through the haze of orgasm, Sabina watched. The girl too. Their gazes heavy, knowing. Like they knew exactly what watching did to me.
I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry, tight. Heat pooled low in my belly, unwanted and insistent. My nipples ached, thighs pressed together instinctively. I hated it. Hated how my body responded while my mind screamed to stay sharp.
These idiots will have a lot to watch, I thought, rolling my eyes to cover the flush creeping up my neck. The necklace. The earrings. The boys were hearing every moan, every wet sound, every gasp. Good. Let them suffer through it. Let them know what I was enduring for whatever information waited in that customized wallet on the nightstand.
I shifted my weight, trying to inch closer without being obvious. The bed was only a few steps away. If I could get near the table…
Sabina’s voice cut through the heavy air. “If you won’t join us… at least go to that drawer and get me a strap-on dildo.”
She said it casually, like asking for a glass of water. The girl beside her laughed softly, still catching her breath.
My lips curved in a tiny, involuntary smirk. The drawer was below the table with the wallet. Perfect excuse to get closer.
But then reality hit—I was still completely naked. No cover, no shield. Every move would expose me more. My skin burned with embarrassment and something hotter I refused to name.
I forced my legs to move. One step. Two. The heels clicked softly on the wooden floor. Their eyes followed me the whole way, lazy and satisfied from what they’d just done.
I knelt in front of the drawer, heart pounding so hard I felt it in my fingertips. I pulled it open.
My jaw dropped.
Dildos. Rows of them. Different sizes, colors, materials. Glass ones catching the light, silicone in realistic shapes, thick ones with ridges, slimmer curved ones. A whole collection, neatly arranged like weapons in a case.
I stared, frozen.
“The black one,” Sabina’s voice came from behind me, low and amused.
I reached in slowly, fingers brushing cool silicone. The black one was thick, veined, intimidating. I pulled it out, the weight of it solid in my hand.
What now?