Page 101 of Unwrapping Deviance

“I’m taking her,” he tells Daniel, both hands on my ass, squeezing and pulling me close. “It’s my turn in her pussy.”

Daniel doesn’t protest. His eyes are on my legs pulled wide around his brother’s ribs. The denim bunched tight against my sopping mound.

I’m barely breathing when he sends one hand across my naked thigh, along the hollow indent of my hip to push into the leg hole of my shorts. Without panties, his fingers dip seamlessly between my slick lips, finding my clit.

Rubs.

“Daniel.”

He doesn’t stop.

Christian finds his way under my top once more, to my breasts. Over my nipple.

“Oh shit! Fuck!”

Two seconds.

It takes them two seconds to make me cum. Two seconds to send stars sparking behind the eyelids I press into Christian’s shoulder.

Daniel pulls away first and goes right back to eating with fingers still shiny with my release.

“I’ll get the groceries and meet you guys back at the house,” he announces like nothing just happened, like I’m not gasping for my life in his brother’s arms.

Christian frees my breasts and pulls back enough to smirk into my heated face. “Say bye to your daddy, brat. I’m not giving you back to him until I’ve had my fill of your little cunt.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

MIRA

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Daniel kisses me long and deep before handing me off to his brother. His focus is sharp and possessive, never wavering as I straddle Christian and hook my arms around his middle. Neither of us have a jacket so it’s my breasts mashed into his brother’s back and my nearly naked pussy wide around his hips.

Daniel looks on the verge of dragging me back into the truck for another round. His lips are thin, his jaw set. But it’s that glint, that animalistic gleam behind his eyes that sends shivers through me.

“Say bye, Daddy,” Christian taunts, but I meet Daniel’s hungry stare with a private, little smirk.

“Bye, Daddy.”

Daniel’s nostrils flare and my stomach explodes with a million butterflies. He says nothing, but the heat coming off him, the hunger says everything as Christian pulls out of the parking spot and roars off with me clinging to his back.

At the first set of lights, I tap his shoulder to get his attention. His head turns and I have to yell to be heard over the rumble.

“Can we stop at the pharmacy?”

He gives me a thumbs up.

The pharmacy sits in a cul-de-sac trapped between a small café on the right and a fancy chocolate shop on the left. It’s not as cute or aesthetically pleasing as Jefferson, but there’s an authentic-ness that makes me like it better.

Christian stops the bike in a designated parking area and kills the engine. I quickly slide off and fumble with the snap of my helmet.

His fingers replace mine and they give with a quiet click. He’s still wearing his and something about the mask and the tattoos and the black outfit with the scuffed boots makes me think of my book, the one he’d been reading the night before. The one he’d been wondering if I liked.

Well, I like this look. I like the way he looms over me and how much bigger he is, and how easily he can catch me, overpower me. Make me do hot and terrible things...

“Now, what is happening in that head of yours, little girl?” he drawls. “Oh no, you don’t.” he captures my chin in his strong hand and keeps me in place when I start to turn away. “You can’t look at a guy like that and run, not unless you want him to chase you.”

He reaches up with his free hand and unclips his helmet. It’s pulled off his head and I’m left having to face him.

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