Come here,” I commanded as I watched her in fascination. As pissed off as I was, I couldn’t fucking take my eyes off of her.

Cara gazed at me for a good minute before the devilish twinkle in her eye resurfaced. She was ready to come out and play.

Watching the gorgeous creature before me with utter fascination, I had to bite back a groan when she parted her legs and placed a leg over my thigh one at a time. Slowly, she lowered herself, aligning her lace-covered mound with my hardness. Her heady musk made me feel drunk. She was hot and horny and wet as fuck. My cock twitched in approval.

“Is this what you want, River?” she innocently asked with her face so close to mine.

Her scent … goddamn her smell.

Cara …

My petal.

I immediately became bombarded by the past. Cherished memory after memory flooded my mind, my heart, and soul. Overwhelmed by the sudden emotional crash seizing me whole. My stomach tightened. My lungs felt as though they were about to explode. My shattered heart constricted. Blood rushed all over my body. Tiny acute little pin-pricks gnawed in my chest. Caught off-guard, I felt a little lightheaded, weakened, and powerless to fight this endless battle within myself.

Overawed, I unconsciously dropped my head, resting it on her cheek before inhaling her slowly, fully. “You smell the same.” Home, my mind instantly interjected. She smelled like home.

My ears pounded as my lips gently sought hers, searching, reaching, needing … to cement this madness that she alone could remedy. “Cara …”

Please kiss me back, I soundlessly begged, but the woman remained unresponsive.

She wouldn’t return the gentle kiss I left on her lips. But instead of focusing on her lack of response, my lips continued on their quest, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses on her neck. One by one, I marked my territory slowly, deliberately. My painstaking actions gradually broke some of the barriers she had against me as she began to press her body against mine.

Taking it as my cue to press further, I began to playfully nibble on the soft curves of her breasts before biting each bud through the see-through bra. Her panting grew from long and throaty to shallow moans as she pressed her hot mound against my dick.

We were crazed, turned out beyond reason as Cara began to move her hips, rolling them slowly, measuredly, up until I hungrily bit into her neck, sinking my teeth into her skin, into the perfect spot that triggered the bitch in heat within her. She then heavily gyrated on my dick, soaking my jeans with her hot heat.

Our foreplay went on for quite some time. It seemed like it went on forever, and in a flash, an intoxicating fusion of ecstasy and wistfulness overwhelmed me. It felt as though I was being pulled apart and being pieced back together at the same time. The ultimate push and pull, a blissful harmonization of our hungered bodies melding, forging and separating simultaneously. It was primal, raw, not lessened by our baser natures, releasing the true animal in us.

“Pull the zipper down, babe. Take my cock out and ride me just like this,” I grunted feverishly in between kisses on her cleavage. “I need to feel you around me. Fuck me good, Cara.” All I cared about was having more of her … more of Cara.

“Wait!” she said as she pulled away from me. Her long beautiful silky locks curtained our faces. Dark brown eyes bore into mine. They flickered across my face, and I could see the wheels turning as she studied me closely. Something in those depths told me that something had shifted between us. Whatever it was, the passion we had just shared was gone.

I knew I shouldn’t even speak, but I somehow heard myself asking, “Did I do something wrong?”

Her eyes sharpened before they dropped to my lips. I felt her hand reach in between us before she lifted her hips and cupped my hard-on over my soaked jeans, squeezing it, hard and tight.

“Fuckkkk,” I hissed through clenched teeth, hating the fact that I couldn’t take charge and take her how I had pictured in my mind over a thousand times these past months.

“You like that?” she provoked me with a stifled laugh, pleased by how her wicked ministrations were affecting me. Her grasp gradually loosened from my blue-balled jewels before she slipped her middle finger on the side of her thong.

My desperate eyes wished it was my dick rubbing that slick pussy of hers. “Cara, you’re not being fair,” I croaked in a dry, throaty sound.

She bit her lip as she pulled her finger out, soaked with her own juices. “Taste me …” she gruffly commanded as the tip of her finger brushed across my lips, coating them with her essence. “Now be a good boy and open that nasty mouth of yours.”

I did as she ordered and opened my mouth.

“Now suck it off. Clean it good.” The vixen purred with satisfaction as she watched me do her bidding. “You like it nasty, don’t you, River?” A sly smile broke out on her lips before she leaned close to my ear and whispered, “But the question is … How nasty will you go to have me?”

My body stiffened. I could hear the alarm bells ringing in my head as I put two and two together.

Pussy boy. Or boys. Was the other twin here, too? Fuck. This was not the kind of night I had pictured in my head.

My eyes immediately scanned the room. But apart from the purple lights aglow before me, the rest of the room seemed too dark to make out any figures hiding.

“Cariño …” she cooed, looking up to greet someone before she gazed down at me once again. “You’ve met Ramiro earlier … He’s going to take the cuffs off … You can stay and watch … or you can come and join us. Take your pick.”

For the first time in a very long time, I was rendered speechless. How the fuck did I answer that?

While I was embroiled in seething rage and blue-balls from hell, Cara gave me one long heated gaze before sliding off of me as she grinned toward Ramiro while he released me. My hands loosely hung around my sides as I watched them through a hooded gaze as the pussy boy led them toward the daybed to play.

Cara arched her brow as she directed a pointed look at me, challenging me to take her bait. “Don’t keep me waiting for you, River.”

I sat there, simmering, contemplating if I should drag her outside or leave her to rot in her own hell.

Sure, I’d had my fair share of threesomes … Heck, she and I even had one with Stassi in Sweden. But this—this was fucking different altogether. This was new territory for me. One, I certainly knew without a speck of doubt I didn’t want to.

This was the new Cara, and I must say I wasn’t impressed … nor did I want to get to know her.

Without uttering a word, I simply got up and walked out of there.

They did say there was a reason the past should remain in the past.

This was one of them. A very big one.