opportunity again, without arousing the Sisters' wrath and Tripplehorn's jealousy?'
Wise beyond his years he was. And as he beckoned with an outstretched hand, his pale hair curling in the mist and his chest rising to the rhythm of my own, I once again succumbed to the siren song of my sex. Cerise was right: once I'd tried it, once was not enough!
So into the sauna I walked with him, naked yet confident-feeling so damned womanly in the knowledge that yet another handsome young man wanted my body. A denser mist filled this little room. We walked past a pool of cerulean blue, where the steam rose invitingly-where Pandora and Pink often cavorted to warm their undead bodies-to a small chamber dominated by a contraption Perfidia preferred.
I stretched out, face-down, on the massage table, which Justin had covered with a throw made of mink. Soft and plush it felt against my breasts and belly; the warmth of the marble slab, which changed temperature at the twist of a faucet, seeped through my muscles. As a pair of strong young hands plied my back, I saw visions of the lovemaking I'd just shared with Jeremy and pulsed at the chance to feel such pleasure again. Indeed, I'd opened the box belonging to that Pandora of the Greek myth: once smitten, I'd become hopelessly enslaved to the sweet sensations of sex.
Justin's hands were moving with swift efficiency, kneading my shoulder blades and pressing down my spine. Now he was rubbing the halves of my ass like a man possessed-or a man wanting to possess-and my desire flared. I turned onto my side and then stretched languidly, like a cat, holding his eye…reveling in the way he couldn't stop looking at my bare body, usually hidden beneath Andrea's dowdy clothing or the prim, proper suits Alex Moore always wore. What freedom, to display myself before him without feeling utterly ridiculous or…old.
With a sigh like a prayer, Justin lowered his lips to my chest, kissing my damp skin softly before sucking each nipple between his teeth. His fingers, meanwhile, ventured lower…into that coarse hair at the gate of my sex…into the notch beneath the padded flesh…oh, so slowly around the little nub that leapt to life beneath his fingertip. I gasped with the startling sensation! How could I still be so eager, after my climax with Jeremy? He and Cerise stood nearby, the little perverts-smiling at me through the mist. Knowing that I was as much a slave to my impulses as they were-as much held hostage by my wanton body as by the hypnotic forces Pink, Pandora, and Perfidia invoked to keep me here.
But none of that mattered. As Justin maneuvered a pair of mink-lined marble cuffs across my chest and abdomen, my body quivered with excitement: like the table beneath me, these slender slabs were warmed by hot water pipes in their center-like a radiator-so while I felt enveloped by heat and silk, I was also confined: a willing prisoner as my masseuse fastened these two flat appendages to the table. He then fastened my ankles in two smaller cuffs, which separated my legs at a very suggestive, open angle.
'How's that?' my attendant murmured, his eyes on the prize between my gaping legs.
'Turn up the heat, Justin. If we're going to use Perfidia's method, we might as well aspire to her madness.'
He twisted the faucet handle, which produced a faster, warmer flow of water. Energy circulated like wild blood in my veins-the life force our slyest Sister swore by when her age and vampiric condition made her feel bitchier than she cared to. Perfidia would never be as young and fresh as Pink, nor as lush and alluring as the raven-haired Pandora-nor did she envy these attributes. Like any woman, however, she craved that sense of feeling vital and alive, so she'd designed this contraption to recapture a sense of control over her body. Not an easy task for a woman who'd slept in a casket for centuries.
But Perfidia was the farthest thing from my mind when Justin ran his fingertips down the insides of my parted thighs. His need poked out the front of his cobalt sari, a cock that peered over the edge of the table at its conquest. With an impatient jerk, he tore the silk from his slender body and then nimbly positioned himself on the warm table, crouching between my spread legs. He looked like a pale panther stalking its prey…with the scent of a pussy so close his nostrils flared.
'You're very wet…very warm, sweet Andrea,' he murmured as a finger spread my dew around the folds of my slit. 'I can feel the beat of your pulse, the heat of your need…so much more provocative than Perfidia's. God, I can hardly hold myself back! I want to drive into you and rut like a crazed animal, and-'
'So do it!' I was squirming against the furred bars of marble that held my chest and hips in place, desperate to be filled again. 'Stick it inside me and make me scream, Justin! We don't have much time!'
The agile young man needed no further coaxing. He was on me, bracing himself on his hands so he could lower that stiff dick toward my open hole while we both watched. Cerise and Jeremy moved closer, sucking in their breath with an anticipation nearly as potent as my own. My heart was pounding hard as sweat dampened my writhing body. When had I ever felt so alive-so desired? So- 'Helluva way to reward the help!' a gruff voice accosted us from the door. 'Sorry to intrude in your little games, Miss Andrea, but you've got some explaining to do!'
The four of us froze as Billy Tripplehorn stepped into the steam-filled sauna. His dark waves were rumpled from sleep and his eyes shone like hard, polished rocks as he approached the table. The tip of Justin's cock rested against my clit, so it was all I could do to reply to our intruder. But by God, he had no right to any answers before I got a few myself!
'Excuse me? Explaining?' I demanded, scowling at him. 'Maybe you could start by telling me why you left me in that damn cell to prance after those Gypsies!'
Billy planted his fists in his hips, which directed my gaze toward the fact that he was naked and getting aroused by the scene before him. He was also getting angry. 'What was I supposed to do? Wait for Legg to march me to the gallows? Your friend Moore left me there like a sitting duck-'
'He was looking for Lucy's killer!'
'-so I took the first opening I saw, dammit!' He swiped the hair back from his forehead as he stared at the juncture of Justin's cock at my cunt. 'Looks like Lover Boy here is after an opening, too! How stupid of me to assume it belonged to me, or that our night together actually meant something to you!'
'Don't you dare whine about infidelity!' I retorted, heaving with my frustration-not to mention wishing I could break loose to slap him!
'Then how about this? I happen to know that something very strange is going on here-that those three women who posed as Gypsies, and who seduced me the other night, are up to something dangerous.'
'Like what?' I challenged-and then wished I hadn't. Billy's expression told me he was closer to the truth about the three Sisters than any outsider was supposed to be, and if I didn't react quickly, we could all be in deep, dark trouble. 'I think you were so sucked in by their come-hither promises and their hungry cunts-'
'Those bedrooms upstairs have never been slept in.'
This statement brought a halt to everyone's breathing. Beside me, Cerise and Jeremy clutched each other's hand protectively, while Justin froze like a statue.
'I know this because after they thought they'd worn me out-again-I followed them,' Tripplehorn continued. 'Lost sight of them in the twists of the stairway, but I know damn well they're down here somewhere. Now what's going on? What've you and Moore gotten me into, Andrea?'
There it was, the question I'd hoped to avoid. I couldn't confess that the attorney and the orphanage overseer were one and the same-and of different genders. Nor could I explain how, while trying to save him from Judge Legg's execution, I had brought him over the threshold of another potential death. The time passing between his question and my answer only pointed up a situation more incriminating than he could imagine, but as I struggled for an explanation, things got even worse.
The other door-the carved, gilt-edged entryway to the Sisters' crypt-suddenly flew open. Pink glared at us with all the venom of a diva whose beauty sleep had been disturbed, shaking her disheveled head with unmistakable menace.
'How dare you accost our Andrea with these accusations?' she demanded. 'Curiosity is one thing, Mr. Tripplehorn, but we Sisters of Samaria won't tolerate such impertinence.'
Was that the glint of twin incisors I saw? I held my breath as the redheaded vampire stepped from her lair, leaving the ornate door open behind her. Just as her pale pink negligee barely concealed her curves, her wicked grin didn't disguise a deadly intent.
'Come with me, Billy,' she whispered, crooking her finger at him as she riveted him with her gaze. 'It's time you learned about the power of Pink, big boy.'
