Chapter 27. Another Way pt. 2

Hermes POV

The taller one smiles first, with glossy and fake lips, “We’ve prepared something special,” she says, running a hand down her thigh like she’s presenting a gift.

The other pushes me down onto the armchair.

She pours vodka into a crystal glass and hands it to me. I take it, then she goes back.

I stare at them as they begin to move — slowly, and sensual. One peels the lace off her shoulders, while the other slides her panties down, one leg at a time, crawling onto the bed like a cat in heat.

My cock stirs, and I pray my racing mind does too.

All I can think is: If I can’t have the real her, I’ll make her. Two of her, even.

That’ll do the trick. If I ruin the fantasy enough, I’ll finally kill the obsession.

Perhaps if I fuck June out of my system, I’ll stop thinking about her every damn minute.

They start kissing, their tongues clashing, teeth grazing, and greedy hands exploring like this was their hundredth run-th