Sorcha was on the bed, legs spread, back arching, head tilted back in pleasure. One hand gripped the sheets while the other moved her dildo between her thighs in slow, deliberate strokes.
Karios's body went rigid as ice, and his breath stalled in his chest.
She hadn't seen him yet.
Her lips parted, breath hitching as she moaned his name.
"Karios…"
His grip tightened around the doorknob, every muscle in his body screaming at him to leave.
But he didn't. He couldn't. His feet were rooted to the floor, eyes trained on her without blinking, and a tent growing in his trousers.
She gasped, hips rolling upward, chasing her orgasm as she picked up the pace, moving the dildo faster. Her other hand reached out to tweak her breast and squeeze it.
And then she turned, eyes meeting his own.
At first, her eyes widened, but she didn't stop. Instead, she went even faster, eyes still locked on him.
His mouth went dry. His skin burned. His pulse hammered violently in his ears.
He was painfully hard—it hurt so much.
She whimpered again, mouth opening to whisper a short, "Daddy."
Karios sucked in a sharp breath.
Her lips curled into a wicked smile. She wanted him to see what he was doing to her, and he sure did.
"Harder," she whispered, her voice thick with need and pleasure. "Please, Daddy… punish me for being a naughty little girl."
Heat slammed through his body so fast it nearly stole his breath, nearly making him release his seed right there.
Karios yanked the door shut and spun around, walking away fast as if a ghost were chasing him.
The hallway felt smaller, suffocating. His heart pounded against his ribs.
Oh, damn it. Shit. He was in trouble.
How was he going to endure two weeks after seeing that?
His hands were shaking, his breath coming out fast. He curled them into fists, forcing himself to breathe, forcing himself to forget what he had just seen.
But he couldn't.
It was easier said than done.
That night, her moans haunted him.
---
Karios sat at the kitchen table, feeling groggy, a cup of coffee in his hands.
He had barely slept that night.
They had spent the night at Karios's house. Even though he wanted to get the hell away from there as fast as possible, Damien insisted.
For what reason? He didn't know.
Karios gripped his mug tightly, staring into the dark liquid as if it held all the answers, as if it could make him forget.
He needed to get a grip. He needed to pretend last night never happened.
That it was just a dream.
So when he heard slow, deliberate footsteps, he forced himself to look up with an expressionless face.
"Good morning, Daddy," Sorcha said, leaning against the stair frame, smirking.
But Karios didn't say anything.
He merely glanced at her with a nod before looking away.
Good. Keep up the cold behavior. Make her believe you feel nothing. That you weren't affected at all.
She was wearing nothing but a silk robe.
The knot at her waist was loose, dangerously close to slipping open, revealing glimpses of bare, sun-kissed skin.
It was a real battle keeping his eyes from looking toward her—just as she wanted.
But before she could walk toward him, Elena entered the room, wearing almost the same thing as Sorcha.
Walking past her with a quick "Good morning," Elena went straight to Karios and gave him a deep, lingering kiss on the lips before climbing onto his lap.
Watching this, Sorcha stormed away in suppressed anger, cursing out Elena in her mind.
Karios breathed out softly once Sorcha was gone and gently pulled Elena off him.
"Go change and pack our things so we can leave," he said. "I'll do the same."
---
When Sorcha came out later, dressed in a pink mini gown, she found Karios sitting in the parlor, fully dressed and waiting for Elena so they could go home together.
She walked toward him in slow, seductive steps.
But he refused to look at her.
Frustrated, she stood in front of him, trying to get his attention.
Still, he didn't look.
He refused to look at her.
Just as she was about to turn away in anger, an idea lit up in her mind.
She pretended to slip and fall, eyes widening in panic, hands reaching out for anything to grab.
Karios reacted fast, reaching out to grab her before she fell.
As a result, her hands landed on his manhood.
And his?
On her buttocks.
Damn.
They were soft…