Chapter 83 Chapter 83
Chapter 83
Nina’s POV
The black dildo felt heavier in my hand than it should have. Thick, ridged along the shaft, the base flared wide for whatever harness Sabina planned to use. My fingers barely closed around it. I stayed kneeling, thighs pressed together, trying to hide how slick I’d become just from watching them. The room still smelled like sex—musky, salty, mixed with the faint cedar from the house. It clung to everything.
Sabina’s voice stayed lazy, almost playful. “Bring it here, kitten.”
I didn’t move right away. My eyes flicked to the nightstand again. The wallet sat there, black leather, customized with some silver stitching I couldn’t make out from this angle. So close. If I handed her the toy and stepped forward, I could brush past the table. Maybe knock something over as a distraction. Maybe slip a finger under the flap while they were busy buckling straps.
The other girl stretched on the bed like a cat in sunlight, legs still parted, glistening. She propped herself on her elbows and watched me with half-lidded eyes. “She’s thinking too hard,” she murmured to Sabina. Her voice was softer than I expected, almost sweet.
Sabina chuckled low. “She’s smart. That’s why she’s still breathing.”
The words landed like ice water. I forced my face blank and rose slowly. The heels made my calves ache; every step felt exaggerated, hips swaying whether I wanted them to or not. Naked. Watched. The diamond beads around my waist clicked faintly against my skin—tiny reminder of the cash hidden inside, the emergency I might need very soon.
I crossed the room. Three steps. Four. The nightstand was right there on my left. I kept my gaze on Sabina, on the toy in my hand, anywhere but the wallet. When I reached the edge of the bed I held the dildo out like an offering.
Sabina took it without looking away from my face. Her fingers brushed mine—deliberate, lingering. “Good girl,” she said softly.
Heat rushed up my neck again. I hated the way my body reacted to those two words. Hated more that part of me wanted to hear them again.
She turned to the girl. “On your knees. Ass up.”
The girl obeyed instantly, rolling onto her stomach then pushing her hips high. Back arched, thighs spread, face pressed to the sheets. Sabina knelt behind her, running one hand down the girl’s spine, slow and possessive. With the other she slicked the dildo between the girl’s folds—once, twice—coating it until it shone.
I should have looked away. I didn’t.
Sabina lined up the tip and pushed in slow. The girl gasped, fingers curling into the sheets. Inch by inch the thick black shaft disappeared inside her until Sabina’s hips met her ass. A low, satisfied groan came from both of them.
Then Sabina started to move.
Long, deliberate strokes at first. Pulling almost all the way out, letting the girl feel every ridge drag along her walls, then sinking back in deep. The wet sucking sound was obscene. The girl moaned into the pillow, hips rocking back to meet each thrust.
Sabina picked up speed. Her hand cracked down once—sharp slap on the girl’s ass that left a red handprint. The girl cried out, body jerking forward then pushing back harder. Sabina gripped her hips with both hands now, fucking into her with steady, punishing rhythm. Skin slapped skin. The bed creaked under them.
I edged sideways. One small step. Then another. My hip brushed the nightstand. Neither of them looked over. Sabina’s focus was locked on the girl’s back, on the way her body took every thrust. The girl’s moans had turned ragged, desperate.
I reached out. Fingers trembling. The wallet was leather, cool under my touch. I slid two fingertips under the flap—just enough to feel paper inside. My pulse roared in my ears.
Sabina slammed in hard. The girl screamed, body convulsing. Clear fluid gushed around the dildo, dripping down her thighs in steady streams. Sabina didn’t stop; she fucked her through it, drawing the orgasm out until the girl was shaking, whimpering, spent.
Only then did Sabina slow. She pulled out with a wet pop, the dildo glistening, coated. She turned her head.
Our eyes met.
My hand froze on the wallet.
For one endless second nothing moved. Sabina’s chest rose and fell, sweat shining between her breasts. The girl panted beneath her, oblivious. Sabina’s gaze dropped to my fingers—still touching the leather—then back to my face.
She smiled.
Slow.
Dangerous.
“Find something interesting?” she asked.
My mouth went dry. I yanked my hand back like I’d been burned.
Sabina set the dildo aside and rose from the bed in one fluid motion. Naked, flushed, still glistening. She stepped toward me. Close enough that I could smell her—sweat, sex, expensive perfume underneath.
She reached past me. Picked up the wallet.
Opened it.
My stomach dropped.
Inside—no cash. No documents. Just a slim black device, screen dark. A tracker? A recorder? Something worse?
Sabina tilted her head, studying me. “You really thought it would be that easy?”
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.
She closed the wallet with a soft snap and set it back on the nightstand—exactly where it had been.
Then she leaned in. Her lips brushed my ear.
“The boys listening through your pretty jewelry?” she whispered. “Tell them hello for me.”
Ice flooded my veins.
She knew.
She’d known the whole time.
Sabina pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. Her smile never wavered.
“Now,” she said softly, “let’s see how long you can keep pretending you don’t want this.”
Her hand slid between my thighs.
I gasped.
One finger traced the wetness there—slow, deliberate.
She brought it to her lips. Tasted.
“Mmm. Sweet.”
Behind her, the other girl stirred, pushing up on shaky arms, watching us with lazy interest.
Sabina’s eyes never left mine.
“Last chance, kitten,” she murmured. “Join us willingly… or we do this the hard way.”
My heart slammed so hard I thought it would crack a rib.
I didn’t answer.
I couldn’t.