Page 44 of Unwrapping Deviance

“I’m fine,” I try again, staring aggressively at the sandwich selection.

But all my overactive imagination can think of is the possibilities. The acts. In this seat, hidden by Daniel’s enormous frame, I could easily anchor my leg over his knee. Over Christian’s. Both. I could sit open and available between them. I could let them tease and toy with me the entire meal while I fight not to make a sound.

It’s so wrong and dirty. I shouldn’t want Daniel’s brother to tease my clit while Daniel pumps his fingers into my slick hole. I definitely shouldn’t want them both to hook their fingers inside and make me count to see how many they can fit before I cum.

Shit. I’m fucked in the head. Seriously. What’s wrong with me?

Still, the fantasy has my panties soaked. I’m squeezing my thighs together, but it’s doing nothing. I try to be discreet about it. Trying not to shift too much. The seat under me is no longer soothing the heat but fanning it.

And I think I might die if something doesn’t happen soon. If I don’t cum...

Daniel’s hand settles on my leg. Under my skirt. On my naked skin. High on my thigh. And the contact jolts through my system like an electric current. The area beneath his palm sizzles and tenses. My head jerks up, but he’s focused on the menu in his other hand, expression conveying nothing as he simply keeps his fingers clamped down on my flesh.

He gives a tug and parts my knees.

On my other side, Christian is watching him, watching his brother’s big hand sliding beneath my skirt to the wrist. His body is half turned, elbow on the table, bracing the chin he has resting on loosely bunched fingers. His unwavering scrutiny only amplifies the liquid heat collecting beneath my cheeks and against my opening. It makes my core pang with need so vicious my knees twitch to close, to rub and soothe the ache only to feel the warning flex of Daniel’s fingers squeezing the muscle.

“Open, Mira,” he murmurs in a deep, gruff voice that leaves no room for argument.

This is new.

Daniel has never touched me like this. He has never gone out of his way to torture me. I don’t know what to make of anything that’s been happening since we arrived at the diner, except I don’t want him to stop.

Tentatively, I relax my muscles. I let my knees fall open. It’s not very far. Barely enough at all, but there’s a sliver of space. An invitation that Daniel immediately finds.

“Wider, sweetheart,” Christian coaxes. “Don’t you want Daddy’s fingers inside your tight pussy?”

Lost in the sweet haze of blind desire that has isolated everything in the world, except the two demons urging me to sin, I’m desperate and throbbing. I’m so close to climaxing, I know it will take no more than a sweep of Daniel’s fingers to send me over. A flick. A nudge.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, Daniel.”

Christian sweeps back a lock of my hair. Smooths the pad of his thumb across my flushed cheek. “You heard her, big brother. It’s rude to keep a lady waiting.”

I fucking agree!

The menu in Daniel’s other hand is set aside as his fingers dip and curl between my legs. The tips circle high, high up insidethe tender flesh of my inner thigh. They graze the elastic of my panties.

I barely catch the whine caught in my throat. I tear down on my bottom lip. My knee jerks and swings over the leg closest to me, giving him all the room to keep going.

That seems to be the invitation he’s been waiting for. Christian gives a harsh chuckle that mirrors the rough palm he slides up the limb draped over his leg, holding it ... holding me open for his brother.

His hand ghosts higher. Higher. He’s under my skirt too. It’s so close to my earlier fantasy, I sob and drop my head back against the bench. My eyes squeeze closed, an immediate regret when I am flooded with images of them breaching the thin, soaked barrier to slip through my juices and fill me together.

“Is your pussy a slippery mess, little brat? ” Christian groans against my ear. I hadn’t even heard him move.

“Yes,” I breathe. I open my eyes and find myself locked with Christian. His face is so close, and Daniel’s fingers are tracing the elastic. I need someone to... “Touch me.”

Everything about the grin that slips across Christian’s gorgeous features is predatory. Wolfish. He’s the creature in the dark waiting to eat little girls in their bed.

The latter thought almost makes me chuckle, except my captor opens his mouth and says, “You heard her, Danny.”

I don’t know what that means, but Daniel’s fingers tighten around my leg. He’s no longer toying with my panties. He’s not moving at all, but I can feel the need pulsing through him.

I try to turn my face, to tell him I meant him and Christian. That I wanted them both to touch me, but Christian captures my chin. His long fingers curl partially across my throat in a firm grip, and I’m forced to face him, forced to stare into the eyes of the man cupping my sex.

My eyes widen even as my body bucks into the possessive caress, the steady rock of his palm rubbing my pussy through my panties. I whine and gasp, and dig my nails into the edge of the table.

“Christian!”

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