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Deep laughter filled the kitchen and I looked up and found Brandon shooting me a look filled with heat. Seriously, it almost singed the clothes I was wearing right off my body. "What?" I asked, a little indignant that I didn't know what the joke was.

Brandon leaned back in his chair, a cocky smile on his face, but he spun the computer so I could see. As soon as he did, I gasped. Right there, in HD, on full screen, was me on my knees, sucking Drew's dick.

I sputtered out an excuse that I wasn't sure made any sense. It hadn't occurred to me that there were cameras inside the house.

"Cat."

"W-what?" I asked, heat flooding my cheeks.

"Come here."

"What?" I snapped, glaring at him.

His eyes were darker than normal, filled with lust. "I said, come here. Now."

My mouth was as dry as the Sahara and a little piece of me really wanted to obey him. "Why?" I wouldn't be me if I gave in that easily. I always had to push back a little.

"Because I want you to crawl over here on your hands and knees and do to me exactly what you're doing on that screen."

My mouth dropped open.

"Yeah, like that, but with it wrapped around my cock."

"Y-you...fucking...asshole," I hissed, jumping to my feet. It didn't matter that my pussy was throbbing. Or that I'd gotten another orgasm that morning, courtesy of Weaver. Brandon didn't get to assume I was going to do anything with him. I wasn't some party favor to be passed around for them to enjoy. I turned my back on him. That was my first mistake.

When he grabbed me by the back of the neck, squeezing tight and forcing me to turn to face him, I made my second mistake. My hand acted on its own and moved before I even realized it was going to. My gasp was drowned out by the slap echoing through the kitchen.

His eyes flashed with fury and lust and I knew I was screwed.

CHAPTER 22

Brando

Fuck, she was gorgeous. Right now her chocolatey brown eyes were wide and filled with a tinge of fear. She'd slapped me and now she was waiting with bated breath to see what I'd do about it. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her breathing sped up. She was turned on, but she didn't want to be. Reading people was a skill I relied on a lot. And Cat was an open book.

She was fighting her attraction to me. Likely, she thought it would betray Weaver if she slept with me, too. That's the way those things usually worked in her world. But not in our world. Here, with us, she could sleep with any of the three of us she wanted. As long as she never stepped outside our circle, we'd have no problems. But she didn't know that yet.

Sliding my hand up until I was grasping her jaw, thumb and forefinger on either side of her mouth, I stared down at her. "You like it rough, Princess?"

She tried to shake her head, but I was in control of it. Anger and lust mixed there in her gaze. It was a sexy combination. She had a fiery temper, and I enjoyed pushing her to the limits of her control. The fact that I was doing this knowing Weaver would end up watching made me even harder. I knew he liked to watch. He liked to be involved, too. And he'd be joining in soon enough. The problem was going to be Suave. He still had a lot of ground to make up when it came to Cat.

"Don't lie to me."

She narrowed her eyes on me. "Let go," she hissed through clenched teeth.

Shifting my grip to the back of her neck again, I used my strength to walk her back over to my chair. I sat, forcing her down with me. She was saying all the things that would indicate she wasn't interested, but her pupils were blown, she was panting, and a yearning had entered her eyes. If she truly didn't want this, I'd let her go. But I was pretty sure she just needed an excuse to do the thing she really wanted to, which was to let go of her inhibitions and guilt. If she needed me to be the asshole who 'forced' her to give in, then so be it.

I patted my thigh with my free hand. Her eyes dipped at the movement then shot back up to my face. "Why don't you start where you did with Weaver, Princess?" I gave her a wide smile. "Unbutton my pants," I reminded her.

She licked her lips nervously as her fingers reached out and began working on the button of my jeans. My cock throbbed as she slid the zipper down, revealing the fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear. Her eyes widened as they landed on my dick, but she didn't stop. She pulled it out through the opening in my jeans and I groaned at the feel of her soft hand wrapped around me.

With my free hand I gripped her face, sliding my thumb into her mouth. Her lips automatically closed around it and she made a soft sucking noise. "Your mouth is watering Princess, we both know what you want next."

Her hand pumped my length twice before she started to lean forward. She let out a squeak of pain and I realized I was still gripping the back of her neck. Releasing her, I watched her dip down until her mouth was hovering over my cock. She wasn't hesitating anymore. And I wasn't forcing her to do a damn thing. She was in full control here and she'd made her decision.

Her tongue darted out, licking the tip and I hissed at the sensation. It had been a while since I'd gotten laid. It just hadn't been a priority lately. But now that Cat was here with me, my system was fucking rebelling. My dick twitched, eager to be enveloped by her hot, wet mouth. My balls were aching, ready to release my cum. I was going to have to get myself under control or I was going to nut early like a fucking green kid.

Her lips wrapped around my dick and sucked me into her hot little mouth. My hips bucked up off the chair as I growled with pleasure. Her eyes flicked up to mine and she gave me a sexy little look before she began sucking my cock in earnest. Her head bobbed up and down on my length as she took me deeper each time.

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