Page 43 of Unwrapping Deviance

He groans softly, but I feel that rippling vibration straight to my toes. “You’re such a good girl,” he says deeply, darkly. With a weight that practically has the power to make me climax on the spot. “My perfect baby.”

God, I’m dying.

I need him with a vicious brutality that physically hurts. My pussy is a liquid mess of raw pain only he can soothe.

I whimper and he grins like he knows exactly the kind of torture he’s causing.

“You make me so fucking hard, Mira.”

My eyes widen with shock. Daniel never talks to me like this. He never willingly admits to the erections I know he gets. Only a few hours ago, he’d had me bent over the back of the sofa, the perfect angle to finally take advantage of me and the soaked pussy begging for his cock, but he hadn’t. Just like all the other times he hadn’t.

I don’t know what caused this change of mind, but I’m not complaining. Fuck breakfast. I want him to take me.

He must have sensed the words ready to leave my throat. The thumb in my mouth withdraws and smooths across my lips, smearing my saliva.

“No one else.”

“What?”

His fingers still wrapped around my jaw tightens. A firm acknowledgement of his power over me.

“Me. Christian. No one else.”

No. One. Else.

Meaning he’s okay with me and Christian? Is he implying he’s okay with me fucking his brother ... and him?

I grab his arm before he can start walking. “I don’t understand.” I should be mortified by the breathless quiver in my voice. I have bigger issues. “You want me ... with Christian?”

Daniel liquefies my brain with the ghost of his lips over mine. Not a kiss. Barely. A whisper.

“I liked it too, Mira.”

God, I can’t catch my breath. What the fuck is happening? Maybe I hit my head when Walton shoved me. Maybe this is some twistedAlice in Wonderlanddream.

He gives me no further explanation but guides me to take the spot between him and Christian. The sliver of space. The crevice. It’s barely large enough to hold just the two of them. If I got in...

“We won’t fit,” I try to reason.

“We’ll fit,” Daniel growls, and something in the low rumble has heat washing through my core.

My thighs tremble awkwardly as I ease myself in next to Christian who makes no effort to scooch over. Every inch of naked skin that brushes the length of his thigh, bumps his arm prickles. It burns. But I have no room to move when Daniel slides in after me and wedges me in.

It’s already a warm day. The AC in the diner is doing its best. But no amount of cold air can soothe the scorching heat that washes over me, especially when Daniel grabs a fistful of my skirt and yanks the fabric out from beneath me.

My bare ass hits the cold plastic, and I squeak. I shift as goosebumps scatter up my body, tightening my nipples to hard, visible points.

“Does that feel better?” Daniel taunts into my ear, his expression mischievous.

My cheeks prickle as I realize his implication. “I was fine,” I lied.

I don’t tuck my dress back into place.

He hums softly and settles back with the menu in hand.

There’s another placed in front of me and Christian. I know I should probably look through it before Mabel comes back, but I am too overstimulated. I’m too aroused and crowded, drowning in two very different scents, and burning between two hard, solid bodies.

“You’re trembling,” Christian remarks, turning his body to one side, despite the lack of space to study me.

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