Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318

Then she dropped to her knees.

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She crawled toward the first man on her hands and knees, her ass swaying behind her, her bare breasts brushing against the floor, and when she reached him, she did not hesitate. She took his cock in her hand, stroking it once, twice, before leaning forward and taking the swollen head into her mouth. Her lips stretched around his girth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, and the man threw his head back with a groan that was audible even through the phone’s tiny speaker. She worked him for perhaps thirty seconds, her head bobbing, her tongue visible as it flicked against the underside of his shaft, and then she pulled away with a wet, obscene pop and crawled to the

next man.

She repeated the ritual with each of them. Six cocks, six men, her mouth moving from one to the next with methodical enthusiasm. By the time she reached the fourth man, the first was already close to finishing, his hand working furiously, his hips bucking. By the sixth, the room was a chorus of masculine moans and the wet, / rhythmic sounds of her mouth and the rustle of cash still being thrown.

I watched with detached, clinical shock, the way one might watch a nature documentary about an animal whose mating rituals were equal parts fascinating and grotesque, when I heard a sound from across the desk. A low, guttural groan that had nothing to do with pleasure.

Felix’s face had gone the color of old paper, his eyes fixed on his phone screen, his mouth hanging open in an expression of absolute, annihilating devastation. His hand was shaking so badly the image trembled wildly, but he could not seem to look away from the woman he loved on her knees before a roomful of strangers with another man’s cock in her mouth and a smile on her face.

The moment stretched. I watched my brother’s heart break in real time, watched the delusion that had sustained him come apart into a million irreparable pieces.

Then he hurled his phone against the wall.

The device exploded, shards of glass and plastic spraying across my office floor, and Felix rounded on me with a sound that was barely human, a roar of pure, directionless fury. “You. You are disgusting. You are evil. You got a fake person to act like Seraphine because you wanted to destroy her in my eyes. Is there no limit to what you will do, Celeste? Is there no depth you will not sink to?”

He charged at me, his body lunging across the space between us with his hands reaching for me, his face twisted into something I did not recognize, something that belonged to a stranger.

But I had already gestured to the security men.

They caught him mid-lunge, each seizing one of his arms and wrenching them behind his back with efficient, practiced motion. Felix struggled, thrashing uselessly against their grip.

I stood up and walked around my desk until I was standing directly in front of my brother, close enough to see the broken blood vessels in his eyes. He stopped struggling. He just stared at me, his chest heaving, his face a ruin of grief and rage and something that might have been the first flicker of shame.

“Listen to me very carefully.” My voice was quiet, so quiet the security men had to lean in. “That was not a fake person. That was Seraphine. The real Seraphine. The woman you have been destroying your life over. And she is not kidnapped. She is not in danger. She is on her knees in a room full of strange men with their cocks in her mouth, and she is happy, Felix. She is happier than she has ever been, because she is being showered with money and attention and she does not have to pretend to care about you anymore.”

He opened his mouth but no words came out.

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