Page 239 of Forbidden Lessons

Bastian turns his head, our eyes locking, and he scans my face with a ravenous, sultry look in his brown eyes.

“Hm…” Bastian traces a line down my shoulder with the back of his hand, and then cups my breast, tweaking my nipple between thumb and finger. “Been wanting to do this for a while.”

His hands slide around my back and waist, dragging me right up against him, roughly, powerfully.

I wince as his fingers press against the cut from Kai’s knife. He tilts his head, looking down at the barely scabbed-over wound.

“Have you two always played this rough?” he murmurs, applying pressure to the wound until I hiss.

“Scared you’ll get blood all over your nice white sheets?” I ask quietly.

Bastian laughs as he dives in for a brutal kiss. Despite his soft lips, he keeps a savage pressure against my lips, working his mouth against mine like he wants to consume me whole.

I feel so fucking exposed, so ashamed as my body responds to him. But it’s like trying to fight back molten lava. Bastian overpowers me. Mentally, physically, sexually.

He lowers his hips, and his cock slides between my legs, rubbing against the length of my pussy as he towers over me.

Then Kai’s tugging at my collar, tearing our lips apart, and my back is against Bastian. Kai grabs the back of my neck, holding me in place as he kisses me.

I moan, arching against him, and we lose ourselves in the moment, arms twined around each other, bodies flush.

When I moan again, it’s because there’s a hand between my legs, and it’s not Kai’s. I pant into our kiss as Bastian strokes my clit.

Then Bastian’s other hand is between us, and he’s hunting for Kai’s cock. Finds it. Drags it up between us. Starts stroking it.

Kai groans into our kiss, his breathing as labored as mine.

“It’s time someone fucked this pretty girl.” Bastian’s hand moves faster, and Kai tips his forehead against mine, panting over my mouth. “Who’s it going to be?”

Kai cups my face, green eyes flickering open to look at me.

I nod, pressing into his palm.

But he just kneels there, frozen.

Our sweat sheened bodies peel apart as Bastian draws me away. “Thought as much,” he says through a chuckle.

He falls onto his back, pulling my chain out of Kai’s hand and dragging me with him. My back is on his torso, my head just below his chin. “Got a good view there, boy?”

Bastian laughs again, and my breath hitches in fear.

“No,” I say, trying to sit up. “I want Kai?—”

Bastian’s hand claps over my throat, holding me down, cutting off my protest. “Don’t pretend you care who’s dick is in you when you come,” he says, giving my breast a hard squeeze. “Trust me. You’ll thank me for showing Kai how it’s done.”

“He knows how,” I snap, squirming as I try to get off Bastian.

But he grabs my thigh, forces it to the side. Somehow gets his leg wrapped around mine. Then the other. Bracing my legs as he slowly pulls them apart.

When I try to push away with my arms, he has my wrists grinding together a second later, pushing them into my stomach, keeping me in place. He bucks his hips, the tip of his cock nudging against my pussy.

And Kai just sits back on his heels and watches, face blank, one hand on his cock.

“Kai!”

His eyes snap to mine, but he stays where he is.

Bastian wraps my collar’s chain around my wrists, locking them together so he only needs one hand to hold me.

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