woman wailed dramatically through the wall as slaps and the sound of a bed creaking filled my veins with heat. “Oh, gods! Oh, gods! Yesssss!”
Oh, my fucking gods… Frozen, I couldn’t even breathe.
The pounding against the wall vibrated our bed like a quake.
A giggle tore down the hallway, followed by men hollering back at their friends, then a door slammed on the other side of our room.
In a whorehouse, sex was going to be rampant, but I didn’t think about it seeping into this space, crawling up my thighs, and shredding through the fragile bubble I was in. Not while I laid barely dressed next to a man who wore only a towel and was so sexually charged, he could light up an entire country.
Pinching my lips until it hurt, the sliver of oxygen going into my lungs stumbled and fell, causing me to suck in sharply. I could barely breathe.
Warwick hadn’t moved, to the point it was unnatural, only adding to the tension between us.
Sweat beaded along my spine. I wanted so bad to kick off the covers but didn’t want to show I was being affected. Especially when noises started in the room on the other side of us.
“Fuck! Yes! You want my big fucking cock?” The man in the first room grunted like a pig, frantically banging against the wall.
“Yes! Oh, gods, yes,” she cried out, sounding more like a bad actress, but he didn’t seem to notice, nor did my body. “I’ve never had this big before.”
Lie.
A bedframe from the other room thwacked against the wall, along with loud moans.
I wanted to cry. Perspiration pooled between my legs and breasts, need aching my core.
“Oh, gods!” The woman in the first room shrilled as he bellowed, their release flooding our room.
Warwick shifted, his leg grazing me again, my body jerking at his touch.
“Bed’s small.” His voice was gruff and thick.
“Yeah.” Mine squeaked. “It is.”
While the one room went silent except for the sound of them exiting, a thump hit the ceiling from the room above us. Warwick mumbled something under his breath, modifying his position, tucking his arm under the pillow, his arm gliding against the skin of my shoulder. Flames scorched the area he touched, spiraling down my nerves before he jerked away like I had burned him.
“Call me Daddy. That’s right, little boy. Suck me. Harder!” Men’s grunts and groans came from the room across.
I was in hell. I had to be.
My side ached, forcing me to twist onto my back, my frame restless and hot. But I now could see his bare chest out of the corner of my eye, his hardness almost breaking through the thin towel.
Damn. If I thought prison was cruel and evil, now I was about to beg for them to take me back. Days in the hole felt like nothing compared to being stuck in a small bed with Warwick Farkas and surrounded by sounds of kinky sex.
I closed my eyes, demanding the liquor or fatigue take me away. I wanted to turn him and all the thumps and groans into white noise and make them disappear into my head, But his presence pressed against me, scratching at my wall.
Nooo. I shoved back the sensation of him, needing to breathe. Blocking him out, I turned over again, coiling into a ball.
Compelling myself to leave my consciousness, I dug deep into the darkness. After a while, the alcohol finally took me under.
As I drifted off, I swore I heard Warwick mutter, “Fuck! This is hell.”
Chapter 30
Filtered sunlight streamed through the curtains, shooting through my eyes and into the back of my skull. Groaning, I slammed them shut, feeling my brain splinter in half.
Damn palinka. Though, it was more than my head throwing a tantrum. Inhaling through the agony, my muscles screamed and spasmed. In training, it was always the second or third day when your body really responded to a brutal workout. There were days I struggled to even sit on the toilet and pee. Today my body suffered everything it had gone through during our escape.
A louder moan parted my lips as I tried to stretch out, my legs aching, feeling tight, as though I hadn’t moved all night. Locked in a ball resembling a pill bug, I had been too afraid to venture out of my protected space.
Every memory of the night before swept in, some slightly fuzzy, but all rocking my stomach like the ocean waves. I really needed to stop drinking my meals.