Soft lace and satin that barely covered me-a sultry deep red lingerie set, the kind you wore when you were expecting to be fucked out of your mind.
A transparent, netted robe hung loosely around my shoulders, offering no real coverage.
My skin prickled.
The last thing I remembered…
I was on the plane.
I’d taken a sip of the orange juice the air hostess handed me. Kester had been sitting next to me, barely sparing me a glance as he typed away on his phone.
And now…
I was here.
In Maldives.
Dressed like this.
What the hell did Kester do?
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I turned, intending to step down from the bed to look for Kester, but the moment my eyes landed on the other side of the room, a violent shudder ripped through me.
My breath caught.
Lined up neatly on the sleek, marble-topped console beside the bed were the shameless display of things I had never-never-thought I’d see in my life.
Sex toys.
My skin went ice-cold, then fever-hot.
A whole collection of them.
Different types. Different sizes. And obviously, different…functions.
I froze, my stomach twisting in a way I couldn’t describe.
They were arranged like some goddamn exhibition.
My feet carried me slowly across the room, rounding the bed, even though I was too scared to get closer.
One by one, my eyes traced over them.
A pink, rabbit-like vibrator with a part that felt so flexible… its surface was so smooth and innocent-looking compared to the rest. From the way it looked, it was used for the… Wait… What part of the female body is this one used on?
I was totally confused. I had only seen these things passively online without ever paying attention to them.
Beside it was a thick black wand with a broad head and sturdy handle, making it look more like a weapon than a pleasure tool.
A slender, pink silicone one with ridges. Another, sleek black with an attached remote. Gods. My stomach clenched.
Then-
A silver plug, small but weighty, with a sparkling gemstone at the base. A matching pair of silver balls, connected by a delicate chain… A curved glass rod…
What in the heavens are these for?
Unease danced beneath my skin to a foreboding tune. I swallowed hard as my gaze landed on the biggest one in the lineup.
A towering, veined silicone cock, almost monstrous in size.
Thick. Veined. Heavy. Lifelike.
My breath hitched.
My fingers twitched at my sides. Against my better judgment, I reached out, picking it up with my tentative, unsteady hands.
It was detailed down to the last ridged vein. The blushed tip, the firm base, even the way the material felt just slightly warm to the touch when I hesitantly lifted it.
The weight of it-heavy.
The size of it-terrifyingly huge.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my mind racing with questions wasn’t sure I wanted answers to.
What the hell did Kester plan to do with these?
My pulse rioted in my ears so much that I barely even noticed the door opening, and a deep, smoky voice filled the room.
“Not even half as big as mine, is it?”
I flinched violently, with my heart beating so fast I fought not to choke on it.
The toy slipped from my hands, hitting the floor with a soft thud.
My heart stopped.
Slowly-so, so slowly-I turned toward the door.
And there he was.
Kester.
Standing there with his tall frame leaning casually against the doorframe, one hand in his pocket, the other unbuttoning the first clasp of his crisp white shirt, and then the next, and the next.
My gaze followed the movement.
His intense eyes-forest green, dangerous-locked onto me with an intensity that sent a sharp, liquid heat curling in my stomach.
My throat went dry.
“Kester…” I called, swallowing hard.
For some reason, I felt ashamed and uncomfortable having to be in the same room where I had my big stepbrother and these toys together.
It was the weirdest thing ever.
“Yes, baby,” He replied, straightening off the wall and taking very slow steps toward me.
All the buttons of his white sleeves were now undone, and my eyes couldn’t help but trace the perfect ridges of his chest and abdomen.
He smirked and slowly peeled off the shirt from his body, the movement making his muscles flex so freely that I felt the urge to run my fingers over them.
I didn’t realize I had been staring until my thighs pressed together, heat pooling low in my stomach.
“You can have a better look now, Mine. It’s all yours,” His words were wrapped in pure seduction as he tossed the shirt aside and his hands moved to unbuckle his belt.
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