Page 85 of Torn In Two

Hawk swallowed the last of the liquid in his drink and put the glass down on the table. “I’m not going to ask, because I know it gets you hot when I just tell you what to do. So stand up, Little Mouse. Stand up and go let him fuck you.”

I snapped my head around, gaze slamming into his. “What? Hawk—”

“Tell me you haven’t just been thinking about him inside you and I’ll take it back.”

I opened my mouth to deny it, but we both knew it would have been a lie. If I’d been sober, and we’d been anywhere else, where this music and this club weren’t stripping away my inhibitions, maybe I would have just lied anyway. But with several cocktails’ worth of alcohol in my system, and a heat like nothing I’d ever felt before inside me, I couldn’t bring myself to pretend I hadn’t just been thinking that very thing.

“Why would you want that?” I asked him, not understanding this man at all who flipped from possessive jealousy to wanting another man to have me.

A smile tipped the corner of his too-sexy mouth. “I’m drunk and horny, and I like the idea of watching. Of you fucking him not just because he makes you hot but because I wanted you to.”

He leaned in and kissed me hard, his tongue delving into my mouth and spinning my head even more than the alcohol was.

When he stood and pulled me up from my seat, I didn’t say no. I didn’t even want to. Something inside me breathlessly demanded I follow him down the hallway and past the doors with Sinners engraved deep in the wood.

Hawk handed over two tickets, and the woman at the door pushed it open, admitting us entry to the den of iniquity beyond.

The maze seemed completely different at night, and I gripped Hawk’s hand tightly as he led me to the nearest entrance. The sultry music filled my ears, and my heart pounded to the beat.

Hawk’s fingers trailed along a wall of blindfolds, and he picked one off, tucking it into his pocket with a wink at me. “For later, maybe?”

I didn’t have time to respond because he was leading me deeper into the room, and the things going on in there stole any words I might have wanted to say. A pretty redheaded woman I’d seen in the restaurant earlier was laid out on a padded bench roughly the size of a king-size bed. People surrounded her, two men sucking and licking her breasts, another slow fucking her between her legs. A second woman alternated between licking the first woman’s clit and the man’s erection every time he slid out. All of them were in various stages of undress, the licking woman giving us a flash of her wet pussy as she did her job.

I found myself scanning each man’s face, checking to see if any of them were Grayson, then berating myself because it wasn’t my business what…or who… he was doing in here.

“You want to join them?” Hawk asked in the darkness.

There was a fire burning me from the inside out, but I shook my head quickly, gripping him tighter. He pulled me farther into the maze, past more groups having sex in all sorts of positions. Past women and men on their knees, delivering blow jobs, past a woman on a couch, impaling herself on a thick, black dildo while others watched.

Grayson wasn’t any of them.

I wasn’t sure why that left me feeling slightly disappointed.

Unfulfilled. Unsatisfied.

The fire inside me, fueled by alcohol and Hawk’s dirty words, burned hotter.

“Over there, Little Mouse.” Hawk nodded.

I followed his line of sight.

The gasp that left my body felt so loud I might as well have screamed it.

But Grayson and the woman he was with didn’t seem to notice. He had his back to us, but there was no mistaking the broad set of his shoulders, even though they were now bare of his usual collared shirt. His back rippled with muscle, tapering down to a narrow waist and rounded ass cheeks I couldn’t drag my gaze away from, even though I knew I should.

I forced myself to shake my head. “We should go,” I muttered to Hawk. “He’ll see us. I don’t want this.”

Except I did.

Hawk turned and stepped in front of me, pushing me back against the wall and blocking me in with his arms either side of my head. “Ask him to fuck you.”

Panic rose in me. “I can’t!”

“Why?” Hawk challenged. “You think he won’t drop that woman the second he sees you?”

“Of course he won’t! Look at her!”

I peered past Hawk at the woman laying herself out on the bed, her legs spread wide, Grayson kneeling between them and looming over her. The woman could have just walked off a catwalk in Paris. She was all blond hair, perfect breasts, and long legs. Not a fat roll or stretchmark in sight.

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