Page 135 of Dare To Break

“Wet?”

She nods.

“Say it.” I twirl one of the pigtails around my fingers.

“Wet.” Pink tinges her cheeks.

“Where?”

Her tongue slicks over her lips before she bites the bottom one between her teeth. I use my thumb to pry it free. “Where are you wet, Kitten? Are you wet right now?”

“Yes. Between my legs.” The pink in her cheeks deepens.

“You mean your pussy?”

She nods again.

“Then say it.”

“My …” She clears her throat. “My pussy is wet.” Her cheeks are bright red now.

I tug one pigtail gently. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“I want you to put your mouth on me again.”

“Where?” The question comes out as a rough growl. The contrived innocence of her words is making me so hard, it fucking hurts. There’s no way she’s as naive as she sounds.

“Between my— I mean … on my p-pussy. I want you to eat my pussy, and this time, I don’t want you to stop until I come.” The words come out in a rush, and she’s panting when she stops, like she’s just run a race.

“Hmmm.” I drop her pigtail and wrap my hand around her arm. “Let’s go.”

She doesn’t argue, doesn’t question where I’m taking her and when we reach the tomb, I press my hand to the top of her head. “Duck.”

She dips her head, and we walk inside. Kellan is sitting on the coffin and hops off when we arrive. His gaze runs over Arabella, a smile stretching his lips at the way the dress hides nothing.

“Take two steps forward,” I instruct her, and she moves forward cautiously. “I’m not alone tonight.”

Her head turns back and forth. I know she can’t see us from beneath the blindfold, and even if she could we’re both wearing masks.

“It’s up to you whether you want him to stay or not.”

“Will he touch me if he stays?”

“Only if you want him to.” I rest one hand on her shoulder. “Take another step forward. The coffin is directly in front of you. Turn around and climb up.”

“Why here?”

“Why not? We can go back to the bench if you like. I thought you might prefer a little privacy for what I’m going to do to you.”

She pauses in the middle of climbing onto the coffin, one leg up and her back to me. “What are you going to do to me?”

I step forward and palm her ass, pulling the material up until she’s uncovered, and I can see her pussy. My fingers dip down between her legs.

“I’m going to eat your pussy. My friend is going to record it. If you want him to, he might even join in.”

“Both of you?” she whispers.

I guide her up onto the coffin and push her down so she’s lying on her back. “You enjoyed having us both playing with your nipples, didn’t you? Our tongues licking, mouths sucking. Do you want us to do that again?” While I’m talking, Kellan is peeling the dress down from her breasts. When they finally spring free, pert and plump, he bends his head and captures a nipple between his lips.

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