Page 131 of Crimson Tears

His brain seems to snap online with the direction, and he hastily follows my command.

“Now yours.”

Cillian drops his pants and then looks at me. “What about you, Old Man?”

I lift an eyebrow. “Did I ask you to speak?”

Nessa smirks but tries to hide it by rolling her lips. Seems like my distraction is working already.

“Lay on the bed,” I order Cillian. I can see he wants to laugh instead of obey, but I have no problem with punishing him. I think he realizes that too because he lays back.

“Now climb on top of him,Lisichka. Let him make you feel good.”

She listens, tossing a leg over his waist, his cock thickening and twitching between them. Just before she presses down on his length, I tsk.

“Ah, ah, ah. On his face.”

She looks back at me and bites her bottom lip. I cannot fight the urge to touch my girl any longer. So I approach, kneeling on the mattress at her side as she settles right over Cillian’s mouth.

“Fuck yes, Sweetheart.” CIllian’s hands wrap around her thighs to pull her close.

Instead of allowing her to sink down, I kiss her breathless, making them both wait for what I have in store.

“Stop hogging her, Old Man. I need a taste before I die.”

When Nessa fists my hair, pulling me close while circling her hips in the air, I know she is ready. I lean back, looking down at her. Gone is the woman who appeared lost. The girl in front of me knows she has been found by two devils who will never let her go.

“Now, shut him up, Little Fox.”

We have all played around a bit, both together and apart since she came home from the hospital. However, work has taken up most of our time. It is clear this is what she needs to calm down though. In fact, I think this is what we all need.

Nessa sits on his face, and they both groan in pleasure. I watch for a while as she squirms on him, pushing and pulling until he is lapping at just the right spot.

Her hands fist in his hair and her head lolls back.

“Right there,” she whimpers.

“That’s right, Little Fox. Show us that fire under your skin.”

Never taking my eyes off of her face, I strip, refusing to miss a moment of the ecstasy, the peace, and most importantly the release.

She preens under my words, igniting with a flame so powerful I am concerned Cillian might pass out from how much her legs tremble beneath her.

“Come for us.” My fingers slip between her legs as I add to the pleasure building. Her clit is so swollen, begging for release.

I can feel Cillian’s tongue moving back and forth between my fingers and her entrance as I join her on the bed at her side. His piercing seems to press against all of her nerves at once, making her cry out.

“We will burn it all down, together. I promise you.”

Her head falls on my shoulders as her body convulses, her orgasm washing over her as she moans our names. The promise of revenge hangs in the air around us, but it no longer presses on our shoulders.

We are ruthless assassins, created for destruction. There is no doubt in my mind we will find these people.

“More,” Nessa begs, her voice tight.

“Oh,Lisichka,” I croon in her ear. “I have so much more planned for you.”

Helping her off of Cillian’s face, I move her down his body. When she is by his knees, I push her down.

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