Start a War (Saint View Psychos #1)(79)

She sucked in a shocked breath, and for a second, I worried I’d gone too far. Except then she put the tray down. “Those rooms have peepholes.”

“I know. Don’t worry. I’ll be the only one watching you.”

She swallowed so hard that for a moment, I didn’t think she’d do it. I was so freaking hard for her that I’d have to go jack off in a bathroom if she said no. That would be bitterly disappointing.

But she nodded, taking the key from my hand, and with a final glance from me, disappeared into the crowd in the direction of the private rooms.

I could have cheered out loud and punched the air. But I didn’t. I gave her a three-second head start and then I followed, stalking her like she was prey.

My gaze flickered along the corridor of rooms, knowing that behind each of them would be some new kink to get off on. But the only one I wanted to watch was Bliss.

Finally, I found number thirteen, and my fingers clenched into fists at the guy already at the peephole. I shoulder barged him out of the way with a feral snarl. “Get the fuck away from there.”

He stumbled to the side, giving me a dirty look. “What the fuck, man? You don’t own the peephole.”

I got up in his face. “I do right now. You wanna watch her?”

He nodded.

“Then come back when I’m in there with her, blowing her goddamn mind. But you don’t fucking watch her when she’s alone.”

Watching her when she was alone was for me only.





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BLISS





I slipped the key into number thirteen as quickly and quietly as I could, twisting the lock and then pushing open the door only enough that I could fit through it before closing it again. I fumbled for the lock on the inside, flicking it with one hand while I leaned against the door, my breathing out of control.

I had to be having some sort of midlife crisis. At twenty-five. A quarter-life crisis? Either way, this was not what I did. I did not go pleasure myself in the middle of a sex club, in lingerie, while anybody could watch me through the door.

And yet, when War told me to, I knew I would.

“I want you naked and fingering your pretty pussy when I get there.”

I moaned at the memory of him murmuring that in my ear with a club full of people around us.

I wanted to do it. I was so turned on by the thought of him standing outside, watching me, that all other doubts disappeared.

The room had matte black walls with gold accents, like the rest of the club. There was no bed in this room, though I knew others had them. This one had a long, wide, three-section leather couch that faced the door. It was a tiny room, so there wasn’t much else. Just a little side table, presumably for people to stow a handbag or wallet on.

I unclipped the straps holding my stockings to the rest of the outfit and perched on the couch to roll them down my legs. There was muffled conversation from outside the door, and I froze at the knowledge somebody was out there, right now, watching as I took my clothes off.

I had no idea if that was hot or creepy.

But then War’s grumbly baritone cut through the door, and everything inside me turned to molten lava.

War was every ounce the bad boy.

It didn’t matter that we barely knew each other. The connection between us was purely physical. I’d never had that with anyone, but I craved it now like I craved air.

I wanted him to want me.

I lifted my lacy top over my head, facing the door, staring right into the little peephole because I knew he was out there. I could feel his gaze on my breasts even through the door, and my nipples beaded at the thought of him watching me like this.

It was dirty, and wrong, and yet my whole body felt alive.

Caleb liked to hide me away until I was needed to be his dutiful girlfriend at an event. There was no hiding here. War never made me feel like I had to.

I tucked my fingers into my panties and pulled them down. I leaned back on the couch, closed my eyes, and imagined War watching me.

An instant tingle started between my legs in anticipation. I took one handful of my breast, tweaking and teasing the nipple in the way I knew I liked from so long of taking care of myself because Caleb never bothered.

Fuck Caleb.

Fuck his judgmental bullshit. I knew exactly what names he’d call me if he could see me right now. None of them were pretty. They were hateful, and awful, but they were more about him than me.

That was what being around these people had taught me. I didn’t have to conform. I could be free. Sexy and sweet and a good person all at the same time.

I could make myself come for a man I barely knew, just because it turned me on to do so.

So I pictured War watching me and pressed two fingers up inside my slick center.

I moaned a little at the intrusion, grateful for something to fill the ache even though I needed more. My other hand lowered to my clit and rubbed little circles on it while I rode my fingers, hooking them to hit my G-spot, and getting wetter and wetter the longer I went on until my fingers were coated.

The door flew open, and I jerked upright with a squeal.

War slammed his way into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. He didn’t bother locking it. “How did you get in here?” I yelped. “That was locked?”

He didn’t answer. He just dropped to his knees in front of me and spread my legs wide. “Look at you, fucking glimmering.”