Skye’s POV
I’d barely slipped out of the hallway before whoever was coming turned the corner. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might jump out of my chest. I ducked into the nearest empty room and pressed my back against the door, breathing fast.
My p***y was still dripping from watching Ezra stroke himself in the shower. My fingers were sticky, and my c**t still throbbed like it wanted more. I couldn’t believe how close I’d come to getting caught.
That night I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I lay in my big bed, the ocean breeze coming through the open balcony doors. Zoey had crashed early after too many drinks, so the villa was quiet. I slid my hand into my panties and started fingering myself slowly at first, then faster.
I kept picturing Ezra’s thick c**k in his fist, the way his muscles flexed, the low groan he made. I imagined him bending me over the bed, pounding me hard from behind, his big hands gripping my hips while he called me his dirty little girl and I called him daddy.
My fingers moved quicker, rubbing my swollen c**t until I came hard, biting the pillow so I wouldn’t moan too loudly. Even after I finished, I was still wet and aching. Sleep didn’t come easily.
The next day Zoey was glued to her phone on the terrace, texting some guy and giggling every few seconds.
“I’ll be right here if you need me,” she said without looking up.
“Cool, I’m just gonna look around the villa,” I told her, trying to sound bored.
Inside, my pulse was racing. I wandered the halls alone, peeking into rooms. Most doors were open, but one at the end of a side hallway was cracked just a little. I pushed it gently and stepped inside.
The room was dark, lit only by the glow of dozens of monitors. Every screen showed a different part of the estate—the infinity pool, the private beach, the jungle paths, even the inside of some of the guest rooms.
My eyes widened when I saw one feed clearly labeled with my name. It was my bedroom. The camera had a perfect view of my bed, my bathroom, everything. He had cameras on me the whole time.
A hot rush hit me straight between my legs. The thought of Ezra sitting in here, watching me change out of my bikini, watching me touch myself at night, maybe stroking that big c**k while he stared at my naked body… it made my p***y throb so bad I had to squeeze my thighs together tightly. My n*****s ached against my thin tank top. I felt myself getting wet again just standing there.
I stepped closer to the screens, heart pounding. One feed showed the shower from yesterday. Another showed me stretching by the pool in that tiny black bikini. He’d seen everything. The idea turned me on more than it should have. I reached out and touched the edge of the monitor showing my room.
Then suddenly, the door opened behind me with a soft click.
I spun around fast. Ezra stepped in, his tall frame filling the doorway. His blue eyes blazed with anger, but there was something darker underneath. He closed the door behind him and moved close, towering over me.
“What the f**k are you doing in here?” he growled, voice sounding low and rough at the same time.
The air felt thick, heavy with tension. Instead of backing away, I stepped right into him, pressing my t**s against his hard chest. I could feel his heat through his shirt.
“You’ve been watching me,” I whispered, looking up at him with a small smile. My hand slid down between us and brushed the front of his pants. He was already half-hard, his c**k thickening under my fingers. I gave it a light squeeze. “Have you been jerking off to me, Ezra? Thinking about f*****g your daughter’s best friend while you sit in here like a perv?”
He didn’t push me away. His breathing got heavy and rough, chest rising fast against mine. His hand came up and gripped my hip, fingers digging in just enough to hurt in the good way. “You have no idea what you’re starting, Skye.”
“I think I do,” I said softly, rubbing my palm slowly over his growing bulge. “And I like it. I want you to watch me. I want you to come into my room one night and take what you’ve been staring at.”
His jaw was clenched so tightly. For a second I thought he might kiss me or bend me over the desk right there. His c**k was rock hard now, pressing against my hand like it wanted to be let out. I could feel myself soaking through my shorts, my p***y clenching with every word.
He leaned down, his mouth so close to my ear I felt his hot breath. “You’re trouble. Dangerous trouble.”
Before I could answer, his phone buzzed loudly on the desk behind him. The sound cut through the room like a slap. Ezra pulled back quickly and looked at the screen. His face changed—the heat in his eyes shifted to something colder and sharper, like a switch had been flipped.
He grabbed my wrist hard, fingers wrapping tightly enough to leave marks. “Stay the hell away from this room and from me,” he snarled, dragging me toward the door.
But even as he said it, his grip felt like he wanted to throw me down and f**k me right there on the floor. His c**k was still hard, tenting his pants obviously.
He yanked the door open and pulled me into the hallway. I stumbled a little but kept up, my wrist burning from his hold. My heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement. This was the dark side I’d been craving, the dangerous Ezra who didn’t play nice.
Then I saw a shadow at the end of the hall, half-hidden behind a tall plant. Someone had been standing there, watching us. I couldn’t make out the face clearly, but the shape wasn’t Zoey’s. This person was too tall and too still. The figure slipped back around the corner before Ezra noticed.
He let go of my wrist like it burned him and stepped away quickly. “Go find Zoey and stay with her,” he ordered, voice cold now. But his eyes still had that hungry edge when they raked over my body one last time.
I rubbed my wrist, pulse racing as I watched him walk away. My p***y was still throbbing, my n*****s were erect, and now there was this new twist.
Someone else had seen us. Someone who might tell, or worse, someone who wanted Ezra for themselves.
Who on earth was that in the hallway? And how much did they see?