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  Peep Show

  Copyright © 2018 Isabella Starling

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Playlist

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgements

  Datenight

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Confess Sneak Peek

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

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  To the part of me that found itself in Miles and became a better person because of him. And to anyone who’s ever felt it. The panic. The fear. The anxiety. I’m here to tell you it gets better. YOU will get better.

  With all my love,

  Isa xx

  Voyeur, noun

  A person who gains sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.

  I stumbled into my bedroom, giggling to myself and shaking on too-high heels and too much vodka.

  A glance in the huge mirror on the wall reminded me of what I mess I was when I had too much to drink. My silver sequined dress was riding up, revealing a hint of my ass under the shiny fabric. My hair was wild, the dark brown locks a halo around my head, and my brown eyes glowed with excitement. At least my makeup was still in place, the perfect smoky cat-eye enhancing my looks, making me appear demure yet sexy. I’d perfected the art of it, making sure I always had someone eager to buy me a drink.

  I sank down on my bed and pulled off the murderous black heels that had been torturing me all night. But it was okay—I’d learned to handle the pain, and when I was dancing, it never mattered anyway.

  I lay back and I stared at my ceiling, letting myself think about what my life had become, but only for a short while.

  The key was never to focus on it for too long. I had to forget, and drinking, dancing and partying, was the only way I could do it. I could never stop. If I stopped twirling, stopped tipping back glass after glass, I risked stopping long enough to think about what I was doing. And that was the last thing I wanted.

  I needed to forget about Posy. She was long gone, and there was no bringing her back.

  I pushed myself off the bed shakily, and went to the window to let some fresh air in. There’s nothing quite like a nice fall breeze to clear your head, and God, I needed some fucking clarity.

  I opened the blinds and looked outside, the street below me illuminated by the streetlights. It was gone four a.m., and most of the lights in the apartment building next door were off. I lived in a nice neighborhood of townhouses, about three apartments per floor and three floors total. It was a good place to live, and, of course, I wouldn’t have been able to afford it if it hadn’t been for my parents’ stack of cash in my bank account.

  Being a trust-fund baby definitely had its benefits.

  My eyes traveled upwards and focused on the only illuminated apartment across the street from me. I could see right into their home, but the minimalistic apartment seemed to be empty, even though it was lit up.

  I opened the window wide, enjoying the breeze on my face, slowly bringing me to my senses once again.

  A thumping noise interrupted my reverie, and I looked up again, right into the apartment opposite mine. Except now, it wasn’t empty anymore.

  Now, there was a dark, impossibly tall figure pressing a naked woman against the window, fucking her savagely, mashing her tits against the glass, her mouth opened in an endless gasp as he took her from behind.

  My mouth gaped in surprise, and I moved a little to the side, hiding in the darkness and watching the show they were putting on with a smirk on my face.

  The woman had small but perky tits. Her skin was dark, almost ebony, a sharp contrast to the pale m
an standing behind her, towering over her. She was tiny and curvy, and he was fucking enormous.

  He was all toned muscle and dark, slicked-back hair. His strong, muscular arm was wrapped around her neck in a chokehold, strangling the screams right out of her. And his skin was covered in dark, menacing ink, the black color stark against his light skin.

  I wanted more.

  I wanted to keep watching.

  I shifted on my feet to get a better view of what was going on before me.

  He fucked her like an animal. I could see his hips working, pushing, thrusting inside her from behind, claiming her petite body and making her mouth open in a silent scream. He fucked like a beast, and he looked like a monster. I’m sure I fell in love with him right then and there.

  My fingers shook as I reached for my purse, scrambling to find it on the bed and trying not to look away from the scene in front of me at the same time. I wanted to watch. I wanted to see his face when he filled her up. I wanted to see if he’d pull her hair back like I imagined he would.

  I managed to get my phone out of my handbag, bringing it in front of my face and quickly snapping a picture of them. Suddenly, I felt awake and sober, staring into the cold night outside and wishing I could swap places with the ebony beauty. I wanted him inside me.

  A burst of inexplicable jealousy bubbled in the pit of my stomach, but I did my best to ignore it. Instead, I kept snapping pictures of them. Of him.

  Wishing I could see him better, I moved from behind the curtain a little bit closer to the window. My breath made foggy circles on the glass and my hands shook as I put my phone down and reached under the hem of my dress.

  The silver sequins felt cold and exciting against my fingertips, and I touched them gently before spreading my own trembling legs apart, slowly outlining the wet, dripping shape of my pussy lips between my thighs.

  I was so damn wet.

  In fact, I was fucking leaking all over my panties, the image across the street making my pussy drool so much I flushed with embarrassment.

  But I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t resist slipping my fingers under the sodden satin fabric of my panties, outlining my perfectly waxed pussy as I shivered under my own touch. It felt so strange, voyeuristic, to be watching them do this on the other side of the street. And it was horny as hell.

  My fingers worked their magic between my legs, slowly teasing my cunt open and finding my clit. I’d let someone kiss me at the club that night, but I didn’t bring anyone back with me, which was unusual for me. I liked having someone to go home with. It made me feel wanted.

  I remembered his hot, needy lips. He was a nice guy, not one I’d usually go for, which was probably the reason I hadn’t brought him back home with me. He had a buzzcut, and his face was clean-shaven too, and I loved the prickly feeling of his features under my fingertips, and the push of his bulge against my tummy. But I didn’t let myself have it. I really didn’t do nice guys, because I wasn’t a very nice girl.

  Lips parting in a gasp, I braced myself against the windowsill as I stroked myself towards an orgasm. His hand was squeezing her throat so tightly, she looked like she was out of breath, her chest heaving and her mouth open so wide.

  She was crying.

  He was fucking her so hard, so savagely, with so little mercy, that the poor girl was crying her eyes out, all the while coming all over his dick.

  Fuck!

  A moan escaped me, my fingers working in fast, messy circles to get myself off. I came with a desperate cry, my pussy making a creamy mess all over my fingers. I’d always been such an easy comer, ever since I learned how to get off by myself.

  My eyes felt strained as I looked back up, and then opened as wide as they possibly could as I stared at them. He was still choking the girl, her eyes closed and her breathing ragged, but his own gaze was firmly fixed on me.

  I panicked. Surely he couldn’t see me—my room was barely illuminated. But I saw them both so fucking well.

  He grinned at me. Two rows of perfectly straight, impossibly white teeth glaring in the darkness of the night. He ran his free hand through his dark, slicked-back hair, and carelessly scratched at the stubble growing on his chin. Then, he reached in front and twisted the girl’s nipple so hard she threw her head back in a scream I couldn’t hear.

  He kept staring, and I couldn’t look away, and my heart leapt when he knocked on the window. Two sharp raps, whispering something in his girl’s ear, making her eyes fly open in panic, and she saw me.

  I stared at her. I stared at them both, unable to move, my pussy juices dribbling down my thighs.

  He raised a hand and waved at me, an easy smirk playing on his lips. The devil waved and nudged the girl he was fucking, motioning for her to do the same thing. When she shook her head, his hand wrapped tighter around her throat.

  And she looked at me sheepishly, and waved, just like he had.

  I’d never wanted to be someone else until that moment, when I wished with absolute desperation that I was the beautiful petite girl next door getting her pussy slammed by a stranger.

  He thrust inside her one last time and my own fingers repeated his motion. His eyes remained locked on me as he came, the girl crumpling in his arms, only him holding her up as he spurted inside her. My fingers fell away from my body, my poor cunt spasming by itself, leaking down my thighs, ruining the sequins of my dress and covering them in my own pussy juice.

  My legs shook and my cunt clenched as I came again.

  I watched him let go of the girl, gently laying her down on the floor. I could only see her naked back against the glass, her shoulders hunched as she cried her release out, her whole body shaking.

  And then he stepped up to the window, in all his glory. He must’ve been over 6 feet 5. He was fucking enormous, so tall she looked like a child at his feet.

  And he was completely naked, save for the condom on his dick.

  His fucking cock matched his height, making my mouth water at the sight of it. He was ripped, muscles everywhere, looking not just like he worked out regularly but like he made it his mission to keep his body in perfect shape.

  His cock was still hard as he took the condom off, discarded it on the floor and stroked slowly.

  He grinned at me, and stroked his cock lazily with one hand as he wrote on the steamed-up window with the other.

  My eyes danced across the words and I stepped forward, letting the light of the streetlights illuminate me. I knew he saw me now, because he jerked his dick faster, and it made me fucking ecstatic. He liked what he saw. And how couldn’t he? I was always sure to be groomed to 5 feet and 10 inches of polished, manicured and slutty perfection.

  I followed his fingers writing on the window and lifted my dress up, showing him my ruined panties.

  His eyebrows shot up and he smirked at me, licking his fingers and palming his shaft with fast, needy motions.

  I stared at his words on the glass, written clumsily, some of them fucked up because he’d tried to write their mirror reflection so I could read it.

  My pussy tingled at his crudeness.

  My heart thumped in anticipation.

  And my mind reeled with the possibilities.

  I DARE YOU TO GO NEXT.

  Thantophobia, noun

  The phobia of losing someone you love.

  I winked at the girl and clicked a button next to the window.

  The electric blinds came down in a flash, shielding us from any unwanted, prying eyes.

  I shifted my attention to the beauty on my floor and kneeled down next to her, my fingers gentle as I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

  She looked up at me, those dark eyes filled with nothing but adoration and the desperate need to please.

  “Did I do g-good?” she stuttered, her full bottom lip jutting out, her eyes begging me to answer in the affirmative. “P-please tell me I was a good girl for you, Miles… P-please, I need to hear it.”

  I took her chin in my fingers and gently lifted it, st
aring into her eyes. They looked endless in the dimly-lit room, the chocolate brown of her irises almost black in this light.

  “I need you to cry,” I told her plainly. “Cry some more for me, you pretty little thing. I want to taste your beautiful tears.”

  She blinked against the tears brimming in her eyes, and a single, fat drop of salty liquid slid down her cheek. I leaned closer to her, my mouth parting and my tongue dipping out between my lips, licking at her cheeks and tasting her. Desperation and fear mixed with lust in a delicious cocktail I just couldn’t resist.

  She looked back up at me as I smiled down at her.

  “Will you do it now?” she whispered. “Will you do it, Miles? Please, you promised you’d do it if I cried…”

  I let her stew, waiting to answer until she was so damn desperate a soft little whimper escaped her lips. I loved torturing them this way. Loved seeing them so desperate for me they would do anything in the world for my approval.

  The girl in front of me was fucking ripe for it.

  She would do anything, and gladly fucking so.

  “Come with me,” I said, offering her my hand. “Let me capture it.”

  She raised a shaky hand into mine and I helped her to her feet, slowly leading her trembling body out of the room. I admired the sway of her full hips, the way her tiny body was still so feminine despite its petiteness. She was a fucking stunner, and now, with my cum dripping down her thighs, she was finally ready.

  I led her into a perfectly plain room with white furniture. A simple white bed, a white chair, and a white dresser.

  “Where do you want me?” she asked shakily, turning to face me.

  “On the chair,” I said, walking to the dresser and rummaging in its drawers.

  She seemed disappointed, but I didn’t have time to think about that. All I could imagine was how the stark contrast of her dark skin would look against the white room. I wanted it immortalized. I wanted her, in this moment, forever.

  I already knew which picture I was going to pair her with.

  An image of candles burning bright in a church my mother used to go to. Her innocence, her wishful eyes, would be the perfect pairing for the whispered prayers spoken when the candles were lit and placed at the altar. Today’s girl was demure naïveté mixed with an almost palpable need to please.