Chapter 34 Oops🔞

Chapter 34 Oops🔞
(AURIANNA’S POV)

I’m sitting on the couch in the living room, pretending to watch some random cooking show, but my brain’s not cooperating. The chef on TV is yelling about burnt risotto, and all I can think about is the fact that it’s been twenty goddamn minutes since Zayne and those two women went upstairs.

Twenty. Minutes.

I shift on the sofa, grab my phone, scroll through nothing, lock it, unlock it again, then glance up at the staircase. The silence in this house is ridiculous. I can hear the ticking of the clock on the wall and the low hum of the AC, but not a single sound from upstairs.

Not that I’m listening for anything, obviously. I’m just… aware.

I try to focus on the TV again, pretending I don’t care. Pretending I’m perfectly fine sitting here while he’s upstairs entertaining his little fan club.

But my chest feels tight. My stomach feels weird.

I tell myself to mind my damn business. I’m a professional. Whatever Zayne Beaumont does in his free time isn’t my concern. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my client.

Still… that doesn’t explain why my pulse jumps every time I hear something coming from upstairs.

With a frustrated sigh, I throw the remote onto the couch and stand up. “This is stupid,” I mutter under my breath. “I’m just checking up on him. That’s all. Professional duty.”

Yeah. Sure.

My bare feet barely make a sound as I climb the stairs, one slow step at a time. The higher I go, the quieter the house feels…

Until it doesn’t.

When I reach the hallway that leads to his bedroom, I start to hear moans. Soft, breathy, moans.

I swallow hard and keep walking, my footsteps lighter now, as if I’m sneaking up on danger. With every few inches I move, the moans get louder. 

And then, I start to hear a wet, smacking noise that makes my brain short-circuit.

My breathing quickens despite my best effort to stay calm. I inch closer, the sound now loud and clear, echoing through the slightly ajar door ahead.

No, no, no. 

I'm his security consultant. Since he's obviously more than fine, I should just turn around and walk away.

But my feet don't listen.

They carry me forward until I’m pressed against the doorframe, my breath stuck somewhere in my throat.

Oh, fuck.

Zayne’s on his back, his muscles glistening with sweat as the brunette straddling him, slams her ass down onto his hips with a force that makes the bed frame creak. I can see every thick inch of his cock as she lifts herself up, before she impales herself on it again with a choked cry. Her tits bounce, her nipples hard and pink.

The other woman, a redhead, is sitting on his face with her back against the headboard. Her head is thrown back, as she moans. “Yes, right there, eat my fucking pussy, please!” 

Zayne’s hands grip her thighs, holding her in place as his tongue digs into her. I can hear the filthy, wet sounds of him devouring her cunt.

My body reacts before my brain can protest. A hot, desperate throbbing starts between my own legs, a direct response to the raw carnality in front of me. I slip my hand into my shorts, pressing my palm hard against the damp fabric of my panties. I’m so wet. A soft moan tries to escape me but I clamp my other hand over my mouth, my eyes glued to Zayne’s hips thrusting up into the brunette.

I push my panties aside, sliding my fingers through my own slickness, the feeling so intense it makes me weak in the knees. I sink two fingers inside myself, feeling a sensation that has me biting down on my knuckle. The squelching sound of my fingers fucking my wet pussy, turns me on even more. I cup my breast through my tank top, pinching my nipple.

As I watch the scene in front of me, I start to imagine things again, letting my fantasies take control of me.

The door swings open. Zayne stands there, his cock still glistening with another woman’s wetness. His dark and lustful eyes lock onto my hand shoved down my pants.

“Well, well. Look what we have here.”

He’s on me in a second, spinning me around and shoving me face against the hallway wall. His breath is hot on my neck.

“You like watching me fuck, you filthy little cunt?” he growls in my ear. He yanks my shorts and panties down to my ankles in one rough movement. The cool air hits my soaked skin. “This is what you want, huh? You want my cock since you can’t keep your eyes to yourself?”

His hand comes down hard on my ass, a stinging slap that makes me cry out and push back against him.

“Look at you. Fingering your little hole in my hallway. You’re a natural-born slut, aren’t you? But goddamn, Aurianna, you take a slap on your ass so perfectly.”

He spits on his hand, then I feel the thick, blunt head of his cock pressed against me. He doesn’t wait. He rams his entire length into my dripping pussy in one savage thrust. I scream, my back arching, my fingers scrambling against the wall.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight around me, you greedy bitch,” he snarls, his hips hammering into me. “You were built for this. Made to get railed hard while you watch other women take what you want. Isn’t that right? Tell me.”

“Yes!” I sob, the pleasure tearing through me, erasing every thought, every shred of dignity.

“Yes, what?” He grips my hair, pulling my head back.

“Yes, I’m your greedy bitch! I was made for your cock!”

The fantasy is so vivid I can almost feel the stretch of him, the heat of his skin on mine. My fingers are pumping in and out of my cunt furiously, my hips bucking against my own hand. I’m chasing it, that dizzying peak, right here in the hallway, watching my boss—

My boss.

The thought hits me like a bucket of ice water.

What the fuck am I doing?

My hand freezes, buried inside me. The wet sounds from the room suddenly turn me off.

I’m his security consultant. I’m supposed to be a professional. This isn't right. This is… pathetic.

I pull my fingers out of my pussy and quickly yank my panties back into place, adjust my shorts, and smooth down my tank top. My heart is still punching against my ribs, but now it’s with panic, not lust.

I can’t be here. I can’t.

I take a shaky step back from the door, my legs feeling like jelly.

Every sound in my head is too loud—the thud of my heartbeat, the blood rushing through my ears, the faint moans still bleeding out from Zayne’s room.

I just need to move. To leave. Pretend I didn’t just lose my mind outside this man’s bedroom like some depraved creep.

But before I can even turn around my elbow hits something then suddenly, a loud crash echoes through the hallway. I look down to see a vase, shattered into a million pieces.

My heart stops. My stomach drops straight to my feet.

For half a second, everything goes still.

Then I hear it. Zayne's deep voice.

“What the hell was that?”

Fuck.