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Chapter 183: She Was Like Siren

Chapter 183: She Was Like A Siren Riccardo

I cursed as I dropped the barbell after finishing my last set. My legs we shaking from the squat, but I was far from done. As soon as I was down with my legs, I focused on my arms instead. 1 had already been there for well over an hour, possibly three hours, but it wasn't enough. I found working out to be one of the few ways I could keep myself distracted enough to avoid the strong urge to pick up my car keys and hunt Angelia down. It had only been a few days, and already was hanging by a thin fucking thread.

How can a woman turn three grown-ass men into obsessive, heartsick bys? She was like a siren. After hearing her addictive song, the absence of it made it almost painful to bear. The ache for her grew, and there was nothing to do but hope that she would one day give us relief from it. If 1, a year ago, could have listened to my thoughts, he would have wondered if I needed hospitalization. Maybe I did. IUpstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

ened didn't know what falling in love with someone was supposed to feel like Was it supposed to take over your entire fucking being and make you into a blubbering fool? Make you unable to think of anything but her? Make you dream of her when you fall asleep just to see her face? If so, love was a fucked-up drug but one I couldn't turn down.

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Music blared from the speaker, the bass synchronized to my own heartbeat. It drowned out almost everything except the part of my subconsciousness that always whispered after Angelia. I really had become a lovesick idiot, but from the looks I had seen of Marshall and Kingston, I wasn't the only one. Fucking Kingston, jealousy still crawled beneath my skin at the thought of him and Angelia together last weekend. He had told us what had happened with no small dose of smugness. I would like to make him choke on his fucking smug shit, but no matter how jealous I was, I also took it as a good sign. She wasn't entirely over us if she was that affected by his presence. Still, I wish it would have been me, and I was sure Marshall thought the same about himself.

Kingston, a pair of dumbbells, I started on my first set. With each rep I did, I felt some of the jealousy retract its claws from my chest. By the third set, I breathed easily again. In an arrangement like the one we had with Angelia, envy was pure poison and I would not let it control me. I trained until I could hardly see past the sweetness stinging my eyes and only then did I clean up after myself and hit the shower. The thought of Angelia and Kingston still hadn't left me, but instead of the initial envy I had felt, I couldn't help but envision the scene. Kingston wasn't very forthcoming, and he definitely didn't go into details, but my brain was great at working around the unspoken details of the night. My dick hardened as I envisioned her in Kingston's stronghold; he would have let her go if she had truly wanted him to, but she hadn't. I could picture the heat in her eyes even as she tried to deny her desire. She was hot when she tried to fight it, her body softened while her mind hadn't let go completely. She had been like that the first night I had touched her in the viewing room. Marshall had slipped his hand up her soft, smooth thighs, and her eyes showed signs of her internal struggles against what she might have considered inappropriate. Should she let him touch her? Was it okay to let her desire take charge? Could she accept doing this with two other men in the room? But while she might have struggled, her body had already decided to let her pretty little thighs spread so nicely for him.

What truly made me burn was lust when she had sunk into submission and embraced it. That night, when she had done it, I couldn't help but slide my own hand up her thigh. I had kept a close eye on her and studied her expression in case she wasn't into it. With a tight grip on my swollen dick, I began stroking myself to the image of our girl. It was the only way I could get myself off, by thinking of her. I envisioned all the nights I had been with her, fucking her, eating her out and even the image of me cuddling her was enough. A low groan spilled out of me as I pretended my hand was inside her tight little pussy. I can vividly remember the feeling of her walls grasping me as I fucked her onto the mattress. I lived off the memory of it. I was rough when I fucked my hand, focusing more on cuming than on teasing out the pleasure. This was not to get a moment's relief. Nothing more.

Leaning against the shower wall, with one arm, I moaned as my balls drew tight. I tightened my grip further, mimicking the grip of her pussy as she orgasmed around me. The steam from the shower enfolded while the warm water from the rainfall shower head beat down on my bowed body. It was a disappointing sort of pleasure when I cum, it felt good but not nearly satisfied enough.

Detaching a separate shower head, I cleaned the cum off the wall before washing myself. My eyes caught on the strawberry shower oil as I reached for my shampoo. I hadn't removed any of her things from view including the toothbrush currently keeping mine company in the holder. I had hope that she would return to us. It was a torturous kind of hope, but I refused to let go of it.

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The club was in full swing when I got to work by music played from the speaker. It was the perfect background music for the sensual sounds coming from the section where plays were in session. Members stopped to look at me as Lerossed the floor, heading towards the 1/2 Chapter 183: She Was Like Siren

bar. I wasn't often in the main part of the club, but from time to time, I liked to observe the amblance and the workers and members alike, I wanted to stay on top of things and ensure everything was in order. This was mostly where I got ideas for the club on what to improve and what new e

elements we could bring into Pleasure Palace.

"The usual, boss?" The bartender asked from behind the bar, already reaching for my favorite brand.

"Yes, thank you." I grabbed a seat, placing myself with my back to the bar to get a clear view of the club.

The reddish glow of the building was dark enough that it created soft shadows but it was also light enough to not have trouble seeing anything. If anyone wanted privacy, there were rooms for that in the biding, but this space was for the public. Anyone could watch, and anyone could be seen. At first, the club was supposed to be a regular basin club but I decided that would have been too boring. There were enough of those clubs in the city, and I wanted to offer something none of them did, a place to act on all desires without the no-sex rules involved. Here, the members could let go of all inhibitions and do as they pleased as long as it was safe and consensual.

"Here you go." He said, placing the glass of rum and coke on the bar counter next to me.

I turned just enough to reach the drink easily without giving up the view. Picking up my wallet from my pocket, I handed him the money and told him to keep the change. He was one of the few members who weren't rich or had a donor. I had granted him a heavily reduced member's fee and, in return, he worked for me. Not only was he a fanatic bartender, but he was also my eyes and ears. I couldn't always be downstairs and make sure there weren't any problems, but he could, especially if he worked in the most central part of the club. Whereas members often hesitated to bring up with the owner, they had no qualms talking to the bartender. He listened to troubles, made quick work of sorting things out and if he couldn't, he contacted me immediately.

"Any problem tonight?" I asked, still scanning the space for any needs for improvement.

"No, sir. No more than usual, but...." He paused as a man approached the bar to order a drink.

I waited patiently while he mixed a drink with a flourish I almost envied. The member paid before leaving. I hadn't originally planned on them having to pay for the drinks, given the hefty membership fee, but Kingston advised me to keep the drink price. Not only did it discourage anyone from mixing drinking with playing, but it also added to the exclusivity of the club.

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