Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Figure of speech.”
“No figure of speech I’ve ever heard.”
“Relax. I gave her her notebook. That’s all.”
Cassian’s hands fist at his sides and his eyes narrow. He takes another step toward Jet, and I push the blanket off to stand.
“Cassian—”
“Why were you touching her?”
“Stop it,” I say, stepping between them, facing Cassian. “He wasn’t touching me.”
“I have eyes in my head, Allegra. I know what I saw,” he says, those eyes locked on Jet.
Jet, for his part, doesn’t back down. The silence is taut, tension in the room crackling.
“Stop fighting,” I say. “You aren’t the enemies here.”
“Stay out of this Allegra.” Cassian says, moving me to the side. “Why were you touching her?”
Jet shakes his head and steps closer to Cassian. “We were having a private conversation. Or do you not allow her those?”
That is so the wrong thing to say and he knows it. “Cassian, that’s not what he means. He…” I don’t get a chance to finish, though. I expect Cassian to lunge at Jet, grab him by the throat, throttle him. Aggression is rolling off him, the air is taut with it, crackling with energy.
“You want her.” Cassian says to Jet. “But she is not for you. I thought I made that clear.”
Jet doesn’t deny it and I turn to look at him and I know, don’t I, that it’s true? I know and when I look at Jet, his want is written on his face.
Cassian snorts, jerks me toward himself so I’m facing him. “You look at me, Little Moth. You keep your eyes on me, not him,” he says, unbuttoning the shirt I’m wearing. It’s one of his, an oversized shirt. I’m not sure why I did it, but I like having it on me. When he’s not with me, it’s the closest I can get to him, and I like having his smell on me. Cassian notices. He doesn’t miss a thing. When the buttons are undone, he pushes it off my shoulders, but I stop him.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing him who you belong to. And maybe I’m showing you too,” Cassian says and pushes the shirt off my shoulders. It slips to the floor so I’m standing barefoot and in my underwear. I set one arm over my breasts as he turns me to face Jet. “I’m showing the both of you. Once and for all,” he says, hooking his fingers into my panties and pushing them off.
I remain motionless as soft cotton tickles my legs and then they’re gone and I’m naked. Naked between these two men. Stepbrothers. Best of friends. Worst of enemies.
I lick my lips. “Cassian,” I start, but I’m not sure what I want to say.
“Quiet,” Cassian commands, sliding a hand between my legs, weaving it through the neat triangle of hair. “She’s something to look at, isn’t she?” he asks, fingers circling my clit. “Beautiful.”
I swallow.
“You want to look, don’t you?” he asks, but Jet holds his gaze, refusing to. “You want more than to look.”
Jet looks at me, that green gone deep, dark. A forest in the night. My heart races as his gaze hovers on mine as if he’s waiting for me to tell him to stop. To tell him no. I don’t utter a sound, though. I can’t, and soon his gaze moves slowly, purposefully over me, my breasts, which I realize are now exposed to him because at some point in the last few moments, I shifted one hand to Cassian’s forearm, the other hangs at my side. Jet’s gaze moves lower, lower to where Cassian is playing with me. I look down too, see how slick his fingers are, and I swear I can smell my own arousal.
“Cassian,” I start, unsure what I’m going to say.
Cassian bends his head to my ear, lifts my hair to set it over my shoulder and breaths me in. He brings his lips to the softest curve of my neck and brushes what’s become a beard over it, the short hairs tickling it before he kisses the place where my pulse throbs betraying my frantic heartbeats.
“Do you smell her?” Cassian asks, his breath warm as he looks at Jet. “Breathe her in. It’ll be the only thing you do. The only time you do it. Because she’s mine and I don’t share.”
He walks me toward the couch, bends me over the back of it which is high enough that I’m on tip toe. Cassian leans over me, kisses my cheek, the side of my mouth. “Now you watch him. Keep your eyes on him when I fuck you. Let him watch and want because he will never have you.”
I hear his zipper and a moment later, his hands are splaying me open and he pushes into me with a deep groan.
“Cassian.” I should tell him to stop. Tell him I don’t want this. But it would be a lie. I do want this. I want Cassian inside me. Do I want Jet watching?