Page 231 of Forbidden Lessons

But then Rooke slides two fingers inside Haven’s pussy, and all those awful thoughts dissipate. Because her back arches, andshe moans into her gag, and her hands clench, and it’s so fucking obvious…

How much she loves this.

Haven gasps when I dig my fingers into her thigh, when I stop rubbing my dick and instead grab her breast, pawing roughly at it, kneading it so hard her creamy flesh oozes between my fingers.

Rooke slides closer, his leg now keeping her other thigh braced, leaving his hand free to grasp her breast.

She writhes under us, gasping and moaning, body shaking as the steady thrust of his fingers urges her into a climax that makes her hips buck violently, leaving the bed entirely as she forces him deeper inside.

There’s a thump when her hips land again. A faint metallic rattle from her collar as her head lolls to the side. Then only the drumming rain until she takes a ragged breath through the gag.

I feel Rooke looking at me, and when I glance at him, he moves his eyes to the gag.

So I pull it out.

Haven’s mouth trembles. She licks her lips, wincing as her tongue glides over the bruised flesh of her bottom lip.

“Someone kiss me,” she whispers.

Pleads.

Rooke drops forward on top of her, grabbing her hair and wrenching her head back until her neck arches. But I couldn’t care if he punches me, kicks me, or pulls his gun on me.

Haven’s mouth ismine.

I’ve been waiting my whole life to kiss her.

I seize his throat, shoving him up and away. And damn, the flicker of surprise on his face, that brief admiration gleaming in his eyes, it fills me up like nothing I’ve ever felt.

Until I duck down and press my lips to Haven’s.

It could be one last roll from the molly, but I’m sure that’s out of my system by now. So the wave of euphoria that swells up inside me has to be something else.

Is this what love feels like?

It’s only ever hurt before.

My angle is wrong, and I want to?—

need to

—intensify this without hurting her lip, so I slide my leg in beside Rooke’s, forcing Haven’s legs open even wider, forcing him to give me space above her.

Rooke’s shoulder is flush with mine, skin on skin, friction building as our bodies slide against each other.

And Haven moans

—because he’s fucking her?

and I break off our kiss just long enough to see, but Rooke’s teasing her nipple with his teeth, one hand in her hair, the other cupping her breast.

“Fuck…” Haven whispers, but then she’s silent, because I’m kissing her again. My tongue sliding between her teeth, forcing its way in when she hesitates like she doesn’t realize this is the next step.

How can anything feelthisright when everything about this is so fuckingwrong?

I’m panting, grinding my sweatpants against her hip, wishing I was hard enough so I could be inside her instead, but fuck, this is doing it for me too. And Jesus, I’m building up to a climax, or something, because I’m going faster, panting harder, and Haven’s moaning against my mouth like she’s encouraging me?—

“You’re not going to come anytime soon, boy,” Rooke grates into my ear. “Try as hard as you want, it’s not going to happen.”

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