Chapter 4

This house is massive for just two people. Not only that, I feel like I'm missing something when it comes to all of the decor and furniture. Nessa has never been an extravagant person, but this home is filled with pieces that seem like they should be in art galleries.

Trying to reconcile the woman I knew with the one I see now just doesn't add up in my head. I feel like in the last eighteen hours, my life has been flipped on its axis.

You know that feeling when you find out that the dead love of your life is actually alive, only to then discover she has a boyfriend who can literally buy her the world? No? Just me?

Well let me tell you, it fecking sucks.

For like five minutes, I thought the universe gave her back to me as a reward for all the good I was doing. I mean sure, I murder people. But they are bad people. Usually. Like a solid ninety percent of the time.

I decide to take a shower to try and get my mind off of what Nessa and her boy toy are doing. It was hard enough to find out she had someone, much less someone she was this serious with. Someone who is old enough to be her damn father too.

Stepping into the large tiled space, I turn the spray to ice. Unfortunately for me, I forgot I was in a mansion. And when you turn it to the chill setting, it spits out actual freezing water. I hastily turn it back up, my irritation growing along with my stiffening cock.

Hey there, buddy, long time no fuck, huh?

I shake my head at myself because now I'm talking to my dick.

Does it get any lower than this?

After showering off the day, I am more than pleased to change into a pair of gym shorts and a loose hoodie. As much as Boris' food was filling, and dare I say delicious, my stomach is already growling for more.

I decide it can't hurt to have a look around as I make my way down to the kitchen. Everything is so clean and polished, I'm still struggling to understand how Nessa fits in here. Did she pick the muted purple wall colors? Was the deep green backsplash her idea?

The girl who would run barefoot through the flower gardens with me, racing me on the river as we rowed until we could hardly move—I can't picture her in this house.

She never liked fancy dresses or fine things, always preferring to rough it with the guys and prove she was just as good as the rest of us. Nessa managed to do so while also having an air about her that said she was precious and someone to be protected. That was what drew me to her from the moment I met her.

She was, is, magnetic. Something about her pulls me forward, whether I want to move or not.

Just as I'm about to walk into the large pantry, the subdued sound of the television greets me, as well as whispered moans and soft sighs.

Remember my cock from earlier? Yeah, that monster jumps in my pants as I silently walk towards the living room.

My eyes catch on red hair and widespread milky white thighs. The couch is facing sideways, but Nessa lies facing me as Boris eats her out like it's his damn job.

I'm too stunned to move or speak, so I linger in the shadows instead, watching as Nessa writhes on the couch. Her cheeks are pink, sweat beginning to bead on her brow, and her beautiful lips are parted.

The television screen lights up with the scene in the movie changing. The moment she senses another presence in the room, I feel it. She gasps as her eyes connect with mine. Boris thinks it's for a different reason though, and I smirk at her in challenge as he ups his pace.

She levels me with a glare, but all I see is a sexy as fuck woman so close to coming she could cry.

And trust me, it's a marvelous sight.

Leaning on the wall, I cross my arms over my chest, making it clear that I'm not about to leave of my own accord. If she wants me gone, she's going to have to say something.

But she doesn't, instead the stubbornness wins, and she tangles her fingers through his dark salt and pepper hair, pulling him closer and circling her hips.

Her back arches when his large palms spread her wider, going deeper. That beautiful moan I heard before is so much louder now, making me ache as I stand here.

Part of me wants to reach into my shorts and stroke my cock. The other part is too transfixed on every single noise and expression she makes. I can see each time he hits a spot she loves, and the slight furrow of her brow as she encourages him back when he veers off track. He takes on her cues instantly, as if he's spent his life learning every inch of her body like I have.

It's no wonder that she explodes like a weapon of mass destruction, crying out in a way that forces me to bite my lip until it nearly bleeds.

I've watched her change, grow, and be molded into the female replica of her father. I watched her cry, mourn, and even suffer. But not once did I ever see her come.

I know what you're thinking, and yes we lost our virginity to each other. But hey, I was new at it and had no idea what I was doing, so don't judge.

Without thought, my hand goes to my cock, squeezing with all the strength I have to keep myself from coming in my pants right here and now. I want to run back to my room and take care of this problem properly, but when Boris doesn't stop and Nessa begins to whimper with oversensitivity, panting for more, I think feck it .

If I have to come in my pants to be able to watch every second of this I possibly can, then I'm just going to have to do laundry tomorrow.

Boris' hands spread Nessa wider, almost in punishment as he refuses to relent, sucking and tugging on her clit. Tears fill her eyes as they dart between him and me. Then, she's lost to both of us. A slave to the sensations alone.

Her eyes close as her head tilts back, and when Boris presses two fingers into her dripping cunt, she cries out again. Her hands hold him close as she rides every wave of her pleasure, sinking into it until she's a puddle for him.

The second her grip relaxes, he presses kisses from her thighs all the way down to her ankles, then slides up her body before kissing her passionately. I finally feel like an intruder when he removes his shirt and Nessa paws frantically at his pants.

I turn away before I get a flash of old man ass and walk back to my room, no longer hungry. Another pit opens in my stomach instead. One I know all too well.

I toss my clothes aside and clean up the precum leaking from me before climbing into the ridiculously comfortable bedding. Maybe if I can sleep long enough, the feeling of being alone won't be such a crushing weight on my chest.

I found my girl alive, and that should make me happy. She may be with someone else right now, but there's a fire burning inside of me, and I'm determined to never let her go again. No matter what I have to do.