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But I know the look in his eye; this isn’t about busting a nut. It’s about the promise we made to each other, right here on the dance floor. Celia may not realize that she made a promise that night she declared she was ours, but she will after this.

As Rage unzips his fly and shoves his pants over his hips, he continues the micro-lecture he’s probably been practicing all day. “Promises are kept in this family, and you made a promise,krosotka.” He drops the waistband of his boxers beneath his ballsack, cradling both it and his cock for maximum leverage.

Celia’s eyes widen as she stares at his dick. I’m not sure if she’s seen it before, but she sure as hell is seeing it now. “I’m not part of your family!” She fights Ruin’s grip on her shoulders as he pushes her down to her knees, thethudof bone on hardwood loud enough to gather a few stares.

We had already attracted an audience with the sudden beat-down, but now we’re attracting even hungrier gazes. Since we’reright beside the Playroom, we also catch those leaving for refreshments or fresh air—meaning, all eyes areliterallyon us.

My blood pulses hard through my veins, making my cock twitch.Fuck.I want her to suckmeoff. Fuckfuckfuck. I study her position to see if I can snake my way into there, but between Ruin’s death grip on her shoulders and Rage’s cock smacking against her cheek, there’s little room for me.

A familiar grunt from over my shoulder makes me bark out a laugh on account of how surprised I am to hear it. My oldest brother isn’t actually Rage—it’s Thanatos, our half-brother. He’s the last person I expected to find down here. He hates the club. It was an act of God that he agreed to picking Celia up tonight. “Come to watch our pretty girl get on her knees ?” I lick my lips as Rage fists Celia’s hair and presses his cock against the seam of her lips.

She isn’t letting him in.

“She looks good, doesn’t she?” I hum appreciatively, palming my dick through my jeans. She always looks good, but on her knees like that, with a pretty pink flush trailing down her neck and across the swell of her tits? She’s a fuckingvision.

If even Thanatos can see that, then all hope isn’t lost for him, after all. The perpetual bachelor is picky as fuck about his women. Says they’re too clingy, like he’s some kind of cat that only wants petted every few days.

Fuckthat.

Celia can pet me all fucking day and night.

Finally, Rage breaks past Celia’s jaw and slides his cock into her mouth. He goes straight for the throat, making her eyes bulge. Shit, he’s going rough from the start. I spare Than a quick smile before stepping closer. If Rage keeps going like that, he’ll choke her until she passes out.

As I kneel beside our girl, I glance up at my brothers and admire the view. Rage to her front. Ruin at her back. Me, on one side, and Than on the other.

It’s not what usually constitutes as family, but hey, that normal bullshit is overrated anyway.

As Celia struggles to breathe, I brush my hand over her hair and tell her how good of a job she’s doing, andfuck,this whole scenario is gonna make me come. In two seconds flat, I’m convinced—nothingcan top coaching your girl through swallowing your brother’s dick.

Normal is so fucking overrated.

Chapter 6

Celia

A ringingin my ears drowns out the rest of the room. The whispers coming from all sides. The steady clicking of heels as people draw closer. The heat of Ruin’s hands on my shoulders, pinning me down. All at once, my senses go into overdrive and it’s like I can feel everything, from the bass pulsing through the floorboards to the heat radiating from the salty tip of Rage’s cock as he pushes it against my lips. The ringing helps—it gives me something sharp to focus on.

My scalp burns as Rage tightens his grip on my hair and thrusts his hips, scraping his cock against my teeth.

“Open up,” he grinds out, jaw clenched even tighter than when he found me with another man. In fact, that’s how I would describe Rage to anyone listening to the woman forced on her knees.Tighter.Harder.Crueler.Somehow, this rejection stings him even more than the first.

If it’s a game of egos that these brothers play, Rage is winning by a landslide.

The brief moment when we kissed—reallykissed, without all the anger in the way—he seemed… different. Calmer.Gentle.

But there’s nothing gentle about the flash of his teeth as he bares them at me, or the yank of his fingers in my hair, or thesmackof his cock against my cheek, my lips, my nose.

It’s humiliating, being on display. I don’t know how I found power in it before, because this?

This iscruel.

Rage hisses, bumping his cock against my teeth a third time. “Openup, Celia.”

I shake my head, ignoring the sharp spike of pain behind my eyes, and press my lips tighter together. Glaring at him, I hope he gets the hint.

Over my dead fucking body.

A shudder rolls down Rage’s spine, subtle enough that I barely catch it. He inhales once, quickly, and holds it. Seconds pass as we stare at one another, until finally, he licks his lips and rocks on his heels. “You taste good, you know,” he rasps, thrusting into the soft pillow of my cheek. “Every morning, you taste like peaches at first. Sweet and soft on my lips.” Groaning, he strokes his thick shaft with his free hand. “But then comes thecream. You get so wet for me, Beauty, and you taste even better at the end. Less sweet…” He bites his bottom lip as he strokes again, this time slower, punching the tip of his cock over my lips. “…moreheat.You’re like fire on my tongue.” His eyes flash silver as they flick down to my thighs. “If I taste you now, I know what I’ll find, and it won’t besweet.”

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