Page 50 of Destructive Truths

“No.” The words slip past my lips because although Liam made his intentions clear, I haven’t really allowed myself to dive into what that scenario would look like. At first, I thought it would be dating them both separately. Almost like a child with parents who have divorced, only far more orgasms and a lot less drama. But what if he meant something different when he said he’d share?

Images of both of them devouring my body—simultaneously—flash behind my eyes, and the thought alone has me craving the fantasy.Opening my eyes, I root my gaze on Rohan, watching his eyes darken and his jaw clench tight as Liam teases my body with his roaming hands. The space between my thighs dampens with need as I imagine what it would be like to be caged between the both of them as they use my body like it’s their favourite toy.

As amazing as things are with Liam and me, I’d be lying if I said my newfound desire had nothing to do with the arsehole across the room. The song switches to “Bad Idea” by Dove Cameron, and the beat becomes faster. Keeping my focus on Rohan, I raise my arms above my head and latch them around the back of Liam’s neck. My body picks up the pace, and my hips grind to the beat.

“That’s it, darlin’. Show him what he’s missing.” Liam drops one of his hands to the hem of my black minidress, and his fingers wrap around the hem, tugging it up slightly. I sing along to the music, mouthing the words to the song directly to Rohan.

He watches the show from the sideline as he finishes his cigarette. Then, when Liam’s hand skates behind my thighs and up under the tight black material of my skirt, something in Rohan’s eyes snaps. Tossing his still-lit smoke onto the floor, he stubs it out beneath his boot. All the air in the room disperses as he cuts through the crowded dance floor like a hungry lion.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I track his every move. He takes each step with the cool confidence only he could possess. His gaze finds mine, making me a devious promise I hope he can keep. Two more strides, and he cages me between Liam’s body and his own. In the next blink, his hand is around my neck, squeezing the breath from my lungs as he lowers his mouth to my ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game, love.” He pulls back, then leans his forehead against mine until his intense emerald eyes burn into the windows of my soul.

“Well, then… maybe you shouldn’t play.” I raise my brow, and my lips quirk to the side.

His growl brushes against my lips before he lunges forward, claiming my mouth with a ravaging kiss.

Behind me, Liam’s hand glides higher, his fingers inching closer to the edge of my thong. I gasp into Rohan’s mouth when Liam slips beneath the lace and slides his thumb through my folds.

Rohan grips my thigh, raising my right leg and giving Liam better access, then he pulls me closer, shielding me from the crowd around us as he fucks my mouth with his tongue.

“Fuck, darlin’,” Liam breathes against my neck, “you’re so wet for us.” His thumb circles my clit with slow and lazy strokes.

My body bows beneath their touch. Then Rohan reaches under my dress, and before I can register what he’s planning, he plunges two fingers inside me. Unlike Liam, he’s not gentle, ramming his digits into my pussy, breaking our kiss. My head falls back, landing on Liam’s shoulder as Rohan edges his fingers in and out of my cunt while Liam rolls my clit between his fingers.

So close to breaking, my breath quickens to a needy pant, but right before I succumb to the orgasm rattling through me, Rohan rips his hand out of my pussy and Liam follows suit. A strangled cry falls from my lips, my body aching for release.

“Tell me, love. Who fucks you better?” When I refuse to answer, he shoots Liam a look that has me melting into both of them.

“Guess we’re gonna need to test it out?” Liam’s wicked works lick across the back of my neck.

Rohan’s emerald eyes darken to almost black as he grips my chin in his hand. “Let the games begin, mo bhanríon.”

THIRTY

ROHAN

Grabbing hold of Saoirse’s hand, I nod for Devereux to lead as we manoeuvre our way through the living room full of people. Liam parts the sea of drunken arseholes with ease, and I tug Saoirse forward, my grip tightening as I fight the urge to push her up against the nearest wall and remind her how fucking much she loves my cock.

She knew well what she was doing, grinding herself all over his body in that little black dress with slow seductive movements, each sway of her hips brewing a potion to make me lose it.

The next thing I knew, I was crossing the dance floor, starving to taste her lips.

I couldn’t contain my fucking self.

Nothing was going to stop me—especially after putting Gabriel in his place yesterday. Sure, we’re nowhere near out of the woods with him yet, and with Donnacha gone into fucking hiding, it’s anyone’s guess what they have up their sleeves.

I spent the whole of last night at the cabins with Lorcan and Éanna, formulating a game plan. I’m running on nothing more than an over-glorified power nap, but at least we have a strategy. One that ensures Saoirse will pass her first trial, all while one-upping my cunt of a father even more than we already have.

So, for tonight, I will allow myself to indulge in her, fulfilling her fantasy before I distance myself until the time comes when I can claim her as my own.Devereux may think he’s clever, offering to share her heart with me, but he forgets one crucial detail: Saoirse’s heart is not his to share—it’s mine. I own every beat and every fucking heartbreak.

Mine.

Not his.

He can’t gift her to me, wrapped in a pretty bow, because she’s already mine.

If she wants to pretend otherwise, so fucking be it, but mark my words. The day will come when she learns the truth.She only gets one great love for all her lifetimes, and I will set every world on fire to ensure it’s me.

Every. Fucking. Time.

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