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)
“You’re wet, Allegra. Dripping.”
“I’m—"
“Him,” he says, cutting me off and turning my head so my cheek rests against the back of the couch and I can see Jet. Jet who hasn’t moved. Jet whose eyes have gone fully black, whose erection I can see straining against his slacks.
“Cassian—”
Cassian spanks my ass, and I jerk with the sharp slap. It’s not painful just a surprise. “Eyes stay on my stepbrother.”
I do as I’m told, keeping my eyes on Jet as Cassian pushes into me, stretching me, stealing the breath from me as I take him. He begins to rock his hips, fucking me slow and deep. Making me feel him inch by solid, punishing inch. He slips one hand beneath me, two fingers on my swollen clit and I watch Jet while Cassian fucks me. My breaths are pants interspersed with moans because Cassian is right. I like Jet watching. I like it even if I know it’s wrong.
I shift my gaze to Cassian wanting to see his eyes, because they’re so beautiful when he comes, and when I do, he meets my gaze and it’s just the two of us right now, just him and me in this whole world.
“You’re drenched, Allegra,” he says, leaning over me to fist a handful of hair and make me turn my head to look at him. He kisses me and I kiss him back as his thrusts come harder, faster, more frantic. “Come, Little Moth. Come for me. For me. Only for me,” Cassian orders and I do. I do because I have no choice. His fingers on my clit, his cock inside me, those eyes like the deepest, wildest sea looking at me, I do. I come even as in my periphery I see Jet’s hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight before he walks away. Orgasm has my body pulsing even as I hear the echo of Jet’s steps as he stalks down the center aisle and away. Even as I watch Cassian turn his head to watch Jet go, his cock throbs inside me and we’re both panting.
The front door slams shut.
Cassian slides out of me, eyes in the direction of that sound before returning to me.
“Did you prove your point?” I ask him.
Now that our fucking is over, we glare at each other. We’re good at that. “I don’t know. Did I?” he asks, keeping me bent over because even as he vows to be my protector, he can be cruel, too. His hand presses on my lower back and he watches his come slide down my thighs. I get the feeling he’s driving his point home. Proving his dominance over me.
My desire for it.
“You belong to me, Allegra. Your body belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me.”
I snort. “You claim what is not given.”
He grins, weaves his hand into my hair and hauls me up to stand, turning me to face him. He studies me for a moment before he lifts me up in his arms and carries me to his bedroom, never breaking the lock of our eyes. He kicks the door closed and sets me on my feet at the foot of the bed. His eyes search my face and when he kisses me our eyes remain open and glaring. Angry kissing. Angry fucking. It’s our love language.
Love.
What the fuck is wrong with my brain?
“And you have not given?” he asks, then pulls me closer, mouth at my ear, scruff scratching my cheek. “The come sliding down your thighs would say otherwise, sweet Little Moth,” he whispers wickedly.
I wrap my good hand in his hair, tug at it to hurt him. I don’t even know why.
He takes it without flinching. Without forcing me to stop or trying to pull me away. I remember how he took my slaps, my fists, my nails. How he stood steady in the face of my fury. My fear. Solid and unbending. My dark angel. My Azazel.
“I still hate you,” I tell him what I’ve told him before although it’s not true. I know that now.
“You can hate me all you want. It won’t make you any less mine.”
“Sex is one thing. My soul is another.”
“Are you ready to talk about your soul then?” he asks, studying me, entertained.
My heart is racing. Am I ready?
He grins, gives me the slightest push at the center of my chest so I drop to a seat on the edge of the bed. He crouches down between my legs, wraps his arms around my thighs and tugs me to himself. I drop back onto my elbows.
“Then let’s talk about your soul. Because the thing is, as much as I want you, you want me, too. You want to belong to me.”
He shifts his gaze from my eyes to my pussy, and I am very aware of how his come is still leaking out of me. When he dips his head to scrape his teeth over my clit, I gasp, fisting handfuls of the duvet as he begins to lap up his own come, mine, a fresh arousal building inside me, my clit still swollen and too sensitive.