Page 52 of Destructive Truths

Beneath my punishing pursuit and Liam’s relentless exploration, her body vibrates with the sensations we’re giving her. Over the heady bass thumping from the speakers, her breath quickens, and her moans dissolve into nothing more than unintelligible cries of pleasure.

A wicked grin forms on my lips.

“I’m gonna…”

Her words trail off when Liam pinches down on her hard nub, and together, we send her over the edge. “Liam.”

Her breath gushes past her lips, relieving the tension in her shoulders.

Fuck, I’ll never tire of watching her crumble.

THIRTY-ONE

SAOIRSE

After Rohan removes his hand from between my thighs, his fingertips grip my waist, holding me steady as I come down from the high that’s sedating every muscle. A boneless mess of shaking limbs, I collapse against his chest, my body melting at the way he holds me close—my back to his front.

“You doing okay, love?” His mouth falls to my neck, his words erupting goose bumps along my skin. Logically, I should despise him for how he’s treated me, but I can’t let myself hate him—no matter how hard I try. My body craves him and the reckless pursuit of madness that goes along with him.

Drawing my attention back to Liam, I scan his face for any doubt, but I find nothing but desire lighting his grey eyes. I know sharing me was his idea, but I can’t help but wonder… deep down, is he really okay with Rohan’s hands all over my body? Even if it’s what I want, both of them worshipping me until I can’t remember my name, will Liam truly enjoy Rohan joining in?

The old Saoirse would balk at the thought of two men sharing her body, mind, and heart, but I’m not that girl anymore. Killybegs destroyed her innocence, but it also gave her something she never knew she needed—power.

Tonight, that power rushes through me. I’m greedy for it—a drug addict needing her next fix.

“Words, mo bhanríon. Fucking use them or all this stops.”

I couldn’t care less about what anyone thinks of me sharing my heart with two men because nothing compares to the fire Liam lights within me or how Rohan douses that fire with gasoline, strengthening the flames.

My chest rises with an intake of breath, and his masculine scent wraps around my senses, reminding me this is where I belong. “Keep going.”

“Good girl.”From behind me, Rohan grips my chin and directs my gaze over my shoulder. His other arm comes around my neck. Then, guiding his fingers to his mouth he sucks each digit. “Fuck! Chaill mé blas tú ar mo theanga.” I missed the taste of you on my tongue.

A satisfied moan hums past my lips.

My gaze connects with Liam’s as he pushes off the pool table with a shit-eating grin lighting up his face. In two steps, he’s caging me against Rohan’s chest, his icy eyes roaring with need. “Now is your chance, Free Bird. If you don’t want to go any further, we won’t.”

Rohan’s arm tightens around my waist, his body speaking the protest he’s containing. Peering back at him over my shoulder, I fall victim to the blends of green darkening his eyes. Through gritted teeth, he assures me, “Whatever you want, love.”

When I focus my attention back on Liam, I straighten my spine. “I’m not going anywhere.” He reads the look on my face, because without exchanging words, he stalks across the room and begins rummaging through his nightstand.

“Supplies,” Rohan whispers as he spins my body around to face him. In the next breath, he lifts me off my feet and perches me on the edge of the pool table. His forehead falls to mine, and his eyes hold a look only he could provide. Dark, dangerous, promising. “First, I’m gonna fuck your cunt with my tongue. Then, after you paint my face with your cum, we’ll spread you wide and fill you up with both of our cocks.”

My tongue swipes across my lower lip as my core tightens at his filthy words. “Mm. Yes.”

Leaning back on one arm, I brace myself on the green felt. Then, reaching forward, I grip the bottom of Rohan’s T-shirt, pulling him closer, ready for him to make good on his promise. “What are you waiting for? An invitation?”

Immediately, he knows what I want. He reaches back and tugs his shirt over his head, exposing his perfectly defined torso. Wasting no time, he drops to his knees between my legs, tugging my hips forward and bringing me closer to the table’s edge. A wicked smile forms at the corner of his mouth, and then he lifts my leg and trails his tongue upward until he reaches the apex of my thigh. My hand flies to his head, and I bury my fingers into his tossed strands. Tugging slightly, I guide him to where I need him most.

Once his mouth hovers above my pussy, he blows a hot breath against my sensitive clit, and my spine arches at the sensation. My heels dig into the back of his shoulders, spurring him on. Then, just when I think he’s going to spend the night torturing me, his tongue trails along my soaked slit as he draws in a breath, filling his senses with my scent.

“Yes,” I hum, and my gaze lands on him. As if feeling my stare, he lifts his eyes to mine, peering up from under his brows. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I grind forward, chasing every stroke of his tongue. “So good.”

My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip, and Rohan’s eyes light as he keeps me trapped with his needy gaze.He doesn’t stop, swiping his tongue along every inch of my pussy. “I’m going to spell my name with each stroke, love. Mark this pretty little cunt as fucking mine.”

Before long, my whole body breaks into a violent shake, and my thighs clamp around his ears as my nectar drips down his chin. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

When my body relaxes, my gaze lands on Liam as he stands naked, holding a bottle of lube in one hand as he pumps his slick cock with the other. I swallow the lump forming at the base of my throat, not allowing my insecurities to ruin whatever this moment is. Instead, I focus on him—my safety net. His eyes blaze with desire, and he stalks across the room as if he’s been waiting to fuck me all night. “Jesus, Free Bird, You’re fucking stunning when you come.”

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