Page 37 of Unwrapping Deviance

Mira just smiles at me.

I avert my attention from the other man to find her head tipped back, still standing way too close. Her hand is still on my shoulder, her feet arched.

But something must have finally jingled in that beautiful skull of hers because her grin slips as realization dawns. Her eyes widen with horror as she snatches her hand away.

“I am so sorry. That was so inappropriate.”

Inappropriate.

I want to laugh. She thinksthatwas inappropriate? Oh, this sweet, delicious, little morsel has no fucking idea what inappropriate is.

I snake my tongue out and run it over my lip, tasting her on my skin. Mira goes still. Silent. Eyes fixed on the motion. Her own lips part and I have to resist the urge to dip my head and get a better taste directly from the source.

She must be thinking the same thing because her cheeks have gone a deep crimson and she can’t stop staring at my mouth like it’s all she wants, too.

Such a delicious little tease.

Such a sweet addiction.

Daniel hasn’t intervened.

Doesn’t.

Won’t.

He says nothing when I take his little girl’s delicate wrist and bring her hand to my lips. When I suck her thumb into my mouth. Wrap it in my tongue.

Suck.

Mira whimpers. Loudly. I know my brother hears her. I know he’s rock hard because my cock is a brick in my jeans.

She’s not pulling away. Her pretty eyes are dark pools of desire staring at my mouth. Her thumb caught between my teeth as I lap at the pad with my tongue.

I pull her free with a pop. Kiss the moist digit.

“You better start walking, sweetheart. Unless you’re offering something else for me to lick.”

She hesitates. It’s a split second, but long enough to convey her uncertainty before she quickly moves away from me. The hand she’d used to clean my mouth is clutched at her chest like the skin burns. Between the curled fingers, her nipples are hard, sharp points poking through the fabric of her cotton dress. The mounds rise and fall along the low neckline, and I am too awareof how easy it would be to twist my fingers around the thin straps and drag the useless things down her arms until her tits are on display right there for all to see.

“Get her,” I warn my brother.

Daniel saves her from getting put on display across the hood of his truck. It’s Daniel who hooks an arm around her middle from behind and drags her back into motion.

Mira doesn’t protest as she falls into step with him, leaving me to follow after them with images of her legs around my shoulders while I eat my breakfast straight from her sweet cunt plays across my mind.

CHAPTER EIGHT

MIRA

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I’m burning up.

The fever courses through me like wildfire, brutal, rampant. I’m dizzy, weirdly weak as I stagger past Daniel into the diner.

Christian sucked my finger.

No, he violated my finger in a way that has my body buzzing. My core is on fire. My panties are soaked through, rubbing uncomfortably against me with every step.

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