Page 269 of Beautiful Villain

She lifts it back up, flushing, and clamping her mouth as shut as she can.

“Want a taste?” I ask Sebastian.

“That’s just insane,” Hawk says.

I don’t see him leaving, though.

I know he won’t. He barely needs any convincing already. Because he’s wanted this since he was sixteen and they introduced him to a fifteen-year-old bombshell he couldn’t have.

Sebastian gets to his knees without further prompting, bringing his mouth to my gorgeous stripper’s cunt.

This, too, is uncomfortable to me. I don’t think she’s done much dating in her life, hence the deplorable state of her hymen, and well, if it’s the first time she has someone go down on her, why isn’t it me?

Fuck. I need to get a grip. I’m doing this for a specific reason, and it has very little to do with getting off. I will, but that’s just a bonus. I’m here to save Hawk from the misery of a marriage to my bloody sister.

Liv’s back arches over me and she can’t help the wail coming out of her throat when Sebastian’s tongue draws slow circles around her clit. I don’t stop fingering her cunt, but one of my hands moves to her lovely tits.

My eyes remain on my friend. “Come on, Hawk. If my sister’s dry cunt is the only one you’re gonna fuck for the rest of your life, you deserve this before you tie the knot.”

He’s stiff as a post, wrestling with all things moral and right and good, no doubt. But Sebastian sucks her clit, so Olivia moans again, and Hawk stands, a fucking tent in his pants.

I got him.

CHAPTER 7

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

First of all, I wasn’t supposed to be sitting on his lap, on display for two other guys, one finger in my pussy and a tongue lapping at me like I’m fucking ice cream; he only said he wanted his friend to fuck me. There was no talk of another guy. Though what’s the difference between two and three of them, really? He bought me for a night, and according to our contract, I’m his from eight in the evening till eight in the morning.

He wasn’t joking when he said I’d be properly hired by the crown as an entertainer. Jesus, I wonder how many times they’ve done this.

But what shocks me isn’t the third guy—a dark-haired hottie around Hawk’s age. It’s my reaction.

I should hate every second of this. I should be lying back and thinking of England as I sacrifice my dignity for a comfortable life. I shouldn’t be on fire, aroused by every touch. I entirely blame Callum and his fingers, though the other guy’s tongue definitely knows what it’s doing. My body moves of its own volition, hips lifting to get more of the maddening torture as I pant, and bite my lip just so I don’tbeg.

Hawk, the blond guy I saw with Callum at the restaurant only four days ago, stands like a deer in headlights, his flight instinct driving him hard.

“Have you already sucked a cock, Liv?” Callum asks me.

I don’t know why, but I feel my inner wall tighten. “N—” I don’t trust my voice. “No.”

“Don’t worry, love. We’ll teach you, won’t we?” A low, rumbly chuckle vibrates behind my back. “Open your mouth.”

I do as I’m told, and the psycho removes his finger from my pussy to bring it to my lips.

That’s gross.

But I’m getting paid half a million fucking euros to do as I’m told for another eight hours, so I close my lips around it.

Given better access, the dark-haired man between my legs moves from my clit to my entrance, his wet tongue entering the space Callum’s finger left vacant.

Oh, god.

“With three of us here, we can teach you all sorts of things. Why, we can plug all of your holes until you’re airtight.”

My panicked eyes seek him out; I have to twist a little but I manage to stare at him, hoping I can see that he’s kidding.

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