Page 52 of The Bitter Words

A quick twinge of uncomfortable energy spins in my gut, but I get distracted because Livianna is unlatching my belt buckle. My heart pounds harder and the images around me distort.

Her hand slides over my cock, but instead of one vision ofher arm, there’s a blurry picture that creates a version of two of her hands moving to undo my jeans.

This must have been what Leon meant when he said it’s like tripping on LSD, but you’re more relaxed. It’s a Zen-like state with twisted visualizations. I’m floating on the biggest wave of sexual euphoria I’ve ever experienced.

“Vixen, I want you so fucking much.” I lay her on her back and start to lift the bottom of her dress. “More than I ever have.”

“Callum…” Her eyelashes flutter.

She’s too sleepy for this. I stop for a moment to get my bearings. It’s difficult to focus on her.

I keep seeing doubles and trails of her and the items around me, but I’m harder than I have been in months and need to be inside her. I rip off my shirt.

She moans, her eyes close, and she rolls to the side. I shake her, but she doesn’t move.

Fuck.

I’m not gonna have sex with her if she’s passed out.

“Looks like she ingested too much.” Leon’s voice reminds me he’s in the room.

I rest against the back of the couch with my pants pushed down over my hips. My cock is jutting out from the slit in my boxer briefs, and I’m naked from the waist up.

It should alarm me, but I’m floating in some kind of a sexually charged, warped reality. I’m not even sure if this is actually happening.

It’s almost as if something else is in charge and I’m above the scene like I’m having an out-of-body wet dream.

Dazed, I gaze at Leon. A wicked expression paints his face. He sits and leans toward me.

“We could’ve done this another way, but you thought you were smarter than me.” Leon’s evil tone should have me trembling, but for some unknown reason my dick twitches.

There’s a knock on the door. Or at least I think there is. It’s confirmed when two people enter the room.

Zara Blackthorn and Sebastian Holloway stroll in, showing off smiles of exotic dancers who are here to set the room on fire. A zap of adrenaline snaps me out of the fog.

“What are they doing here?” I try to stand, but I’m unstable and wobbly.

“You insisted on playing your way, Cash.” Leon motions with two of his fingers for them to come closer. “There are always consequences when someone steps out of line.”

Zara removes her shoes and slinks over to me. Sebastian is at her side, with his eyes fixed on Livianna. He’s got the determination of a predator screaming off his skin.

I use all my strength to rise to my feet but stumble back and fall against the cushions. The material from my boxer briefs rubs against my shaft and brings my attention back to it.

Fuck!I’m in dire need of getting laid.

Zara stands before me, but she changes form, and she and Livianna trade places. Livianna’s presence settles the bad trip I was starting to have. I sink into a new wave of euphoria.

“Lily…” I rest my head back.

“Yes, Callum. Do you want me?” She lifts her dress off and throws the material to the side, revealing that she’s wearing nothing underneath her clothing.

She runs her hands over her tits and down her torso, stopping when she gets to her thighs.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” I palm my length.

Something in the corner of my eyes grabs my attention. Sebastian is hovering over someone in an emerald green dress.

Why is he here?