Page 108 of Lock Up the Darkness

Speaking of that, I should probably shut the door and get back down the corridor.

But as Kill wrenched down Aurora’s night shorts and panties and tore them off her ankles in one shot, I couldn’t make myself move.

Hell, I couldn’t turn away.

He grasped her thighs, spreading her open wide.

And then he dove between them.

She shuddered as he dragged his tongue through her pretty pink cunt.

Up and down.

Sensually slow.

Teasing her, building her up real nice and easy.

She lurched up, her fingers tangling in his floppy hair. “Killian,” she uttered on a breathy whisper that sent a jolt of need straight to my dick.

He didn’t make her beg for it, just giving her what she wanted right away.

My boy was so fucking whipped, it would’ve been worrying if it wasn’t already so sickly sweet.

She was right there with him too, responding the way he wanted, giving him what he needed, what he’d been missing for so long.

It was all good.

Until Asher found out.

He’d already noted signs from Kill as it was, but seeing this would prove how deep it ran for him, showing him beyond a shadow of a doubt just how into Aurora he really was, how deeply he’d fallen for her.

All thoughts of that were wrenched from the forefront of my mind when Kill snarled and started feasting on her cunt like a wild thing.

She screamed and thrashed on the bed, clawing at the bedspread and bucking her hips like a sexy wild thing, trying to ride his face as he got lost in her.

He thrust two fingers deep inside her sopping hole and she spread even wider for him.

“Tight fucking cunt,” he rasped, coming up for air and twisting his fingers inside her, making her whimper in need and buck for him. “Jesus, darlin’.”

Fuck me. I unbuckled my belt and popped my fly.

I wasn’t used to playing the voyeur, that was Kill’s thing.

Being on this side of things, I couldn’t stand it, just watching.

I went to slide my hand inside my jeans, but another set of fingers beat me to it, diving inside and curling around my hard cock.

I felt a familiar hard chest press against my back and I looked over my shoulder to see Asher smirking at me as he fondled my cock.

He was clad only in a pair of black boxers, his mouthwatering torso on full display.

The look in his hooded eyes said it all.

This was the better idea he’d had.

The calculating bastard had anticipated this.

He yanked on my cock and roughly freed it from my jeans, the sharp pain of it making me cry out.

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