Page 39 of Ruthless Reign

Hardin’s lips curled as he spun on his heel and stormed toward the exit.

I felt myself crumple.

Kaleb’s fingertips lifted my chin, and I tore my gaze away from Hardin’s retreating back to find his heated gaze fixed on mine with so much unbridled desire it took my breath away.

“His loss,” Kaleb murmured against my lips, and I felt my body respond to him, waking up in a way that felt so. Fucking. Good. Even with the sting of Hardin’s rejection still lingering beneath my ribcage.

A loud bang sounded, and Kaleb and I flinched, both of us following the sound to the exit door. The exit door Hardin just barricaded with one of the other stainless steel tables wedged against it.

He assessed his handiwork for a moment, testing for weak points, and then he was coming back.

He was coming back.

Oh god.

My pulse thudded in my ears as he closed the distance, skin tingling, thighs squeezing tight as that flutter in my belly turned into a heavy ache that begged to be sated.

I watched Hardin remove his shirt as he neared, exposing the myriad of black ink painting almost every free inch of skin over his arms and torso. His eyebrow lifted in a wicked half-sneer half-smirk and the tattoo arching over it warned me what was coming in one sharply scripted word: submit.

Kaleb’s finger trailed down my throat, following the curve of my breast, his thumb brushing over a nipple, drawing a quick inhale through my teeth at the sensation.

“Get her skirt,” Hardin growled behind me and Kaleb started to pull it off. As I leaned back, Hardin brought his hands around me from the other side of the table, finding the hem of my shirt and easily pulling it from my body. I tried to sit up straight, but he forced me down instead until the cold kiss of steel met my back.

Kaleb finished with my skirt, running his hands up my thighs and over my panties through the sheer black tights covering them.

Hardin slid his fingers that were splayed over my chest to my throat, snatching it up in his fist in a way that made my fucking eyes roll.

“This what you want?”

I nodded, and the pulse pounding in my temples was secondary to the rhythmic throbbing in my pussy as Kaleb hooked a finger into my tights and ripped them away.

The brothers shared a look over my exposed body. I couldn’t read it, but as Hardin lifted me by the throat and pressed his mouth to mine again, all desire to decipher it fled.

The kiss, bruising at first, turned softer as his grip on my throat relaxed, letting me breathe him in. His thumb caressed my jaw and the tenderness in his touch surprised me so much I gasped against his lips. Felt something like tears sting in my eyes.

This was his apology.

But I didn’t need him to be soft for me. Didn’t want him to be.

I reached back, finding the hard rock of Hardin’s erection so perfectly lined up with my head through his jeans. I fumbled with the zipper and felt his laugh against my mouth.

Hardin laughs?

Kaleb’s hot mouth pressed to the inside of my thigh, and I jerked, groaning into his brother’s mouth as he swept inside with his tongue to taste me.

There was no way I was going to survive this.

Already my fingers were trembling. My breaths coming low and quick.

I could feel my own wetness in my panties, silky and warm. I cried out as Kaleb pressed two digits to the spot through the silky fabric. Heard the sound of his arousal at what he found there.

“Fuck, Vixen.”

He jerked my panties aside, and I had no time to prepare myself before he was there. His hot tongue found my slit and I bucked on the table so hard that he needed to wrap his hands around my thighs to hold me down as I practically hyperventilated into Hardin’s mouth.

I’d just managed to get Hardin’s zipper down when my hands stopped working entirely.

“Please,” I managed between kisses. “I want your cock.”

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