I swallow and open my eyes, watching the unknown couple still f*****g in front of us. I'm sure Boris has his eyes on us, he's watching us from somewhere, I have no doubt. And even though I'm still uncomfortable and want to crawl out of my skin, I give in and give Killian room to kiss my neck more freely.
I jerk as his hand runs down my curves, at the same time the man buries his face in the woman's p***y and eats her.
I can't stand it.
No.
I close my eyes, not wanting to see any more. The room is dimly lit, Boris probably won't even see if my eyes are open or not, so I close my eyes and slip out of the place, pretending none of this is real.
Killian slowly slips his hand into my dress and presses on the inside of my thigh.
"Moan" he whispers in my ear.
I moan, just as he says.
