Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 938

Chapter 938: An Unexpected Observer

The corner of the training room was dark. The bench against the far wall was occupied.

Aria sat with her knees drawn up, her back against the wall, wearing the Kaiden hoodie she’d claimed at Marlowe & Finch and absolutely nothing else. The hoodie had ridden up her thighs. Her right hand was between her legs, glistening, and her silver hair fell across eyes that watched him with a calm, cool intensity that contained no embarrassment whatsoever.

"I knew the gremlin was plotting something," Aria said, her voice carrying the exact soft register she used to ask who wanted breakfast. "She was fidgeting all through the evening. Very suspicious."

She pulled her finger out of her drenched folds, observing the glistening trail with zero emotion shown on her delicate features.

"So I investigated."

Luna went still against Kaiden’s chest.

For one second, the crude, foul-mouthed, unfiltered Storm Valkyrie who had never known a moment of sexual shame in her life processed the fact that Aria Levander had been sitting in the dark watching the entire time, and a blush so violent it looked like a medical emergency climbed her throat and scalp.

"How long have you been there?"

"Since the first pin." Aria tilted her head, her wet fingers sliding at the same unhurried pace, as if this conversation required no adjustment to her rhythm whatsoever. "You were winning four-nothing and you still got cornered. I’ll sign you up for a spatial awareness class. My treat."

"That’s- I wasn’t- he CHEATED-"

"He watched your feet for two rounds and you never noticed." Aria’s lips curved, small and precise. "You were too busy getting horny."

"SHUT UP!"

"And Luna?" Aria’s eyes held hers, warm and knowing and utterly merciless. "What you said, just now. About being overpowered."

Luna’s blush achieved a shade the human body was not designed to produce.

"I thought it was beautiful. A wonderful character development," Aria said, and meant it, and Luna wanted to die. "I fully get it. There’s nothing more validating as a woman than squirming beneath Kaiden’s broad chest as he does with our body whatever he pleases. When he does that, I feel as though my life’s meaning is being fulfilled in real time."

"I was performing! It was dirty talk!"

"Luna."

"WHAT."

"I’m sitting in the dark fingering myself to my boyfriend destroying you and you visibly loving every single second of it. We are past the point of dishonesty."

Luna’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. No sound came out. Kaiden had never seen her speechless and wasn’t sure it would happen again.

Aria rose from the bench. She’d already decided what happened next, and the universe was welcome to catch up. The hoodie remained on, the printed Kaiden on its front catching the low light, and she walked across the training room floor barefoot, each step measured, her wet inner thighs gleaming.

She stopped in front of Kaiden, looked down at him while Luna dangled forgotten in his other arm, and reached down to touch his face the way she always did, with her fingertips, like she was verifying he was real.

"My turn," Aria said, soft.

He lowered Luna to the mat, and the gremlin’s legs wobbled enough that she sat immediately, face still burning, arms crossed over her bare chest.

Aria straddled Kaiden where he was, one knee on either side of his hips, and sank onto him with a slow, wet ease that said she’d been ready since the first pin. Her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted and a small, shaking breath escaped her as she took him to the hilt.

"Ahh..."

She settled there, the hoodie bunching around her waist, his printed face across her chest while the real one was inches from her mouth, and she looked at him with the expression that made corporate executives forget their own names.

"Kai..." she called his name, full of urgent need, and rolled her hips.

Luna, from the mat, watched her unhinged friend descend into the same man she’d just been wrapped around, and her blush fought a losing battle against morbid fascination. "You’re wearing his face on your tits while you ride him. That is genuinely psychopathic behavior."

"Mm." Aria didn’t open her eyes. She rolled again, deeper, and her fingers found Kaiden’s shoulders. "Jealous?"

"Of what? You look like a merchandise booth at a fan convention! A booth that is getting plundered!"

"Ahn..." Aria’s hips lifted and dropped, finding her rhythm, and the sound she made was soft and private and entirely unbothered by Luna’s commentary. The hoodie slid off one shoulder, revealing skin that caught the low light, and her silver hair swayed with each movement.

Kaiden’s hands found her perky butt. The way she moved on him was nothing like Luna. Where Luna was desperate speed and sharp edges, Aria was languid rolls that built like tides, her body undulating against his with a patience that had nothing patient in it at all.

"Mm... Nhh... Kai..." She leaned forward, her forehead against his, her breath hot on his lips. "I watched you make her feel safe enough to say that." Her hips moved, slow and devastating. "I’m really proud of you. Finally the gremlin was being honest with herself."

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