Page 65 of Carry Your Debt

Apollo’s fingers slip from her then, joining the other hand on her ass. He squeezes roughly, spreading her wide. I only catch a glimpse of his sheathed cock before he steps up closer to the bed and lines himself up.

His hips snap forward, their thighs colliding with an audible slap of skin.

“Not sure why you keep thinking you can get away from us,” he taunts, with another hard thrust. “But you’ll learn your place.

Christ.

In response to his growl, my dick gives the room another jaunty salute—more than happy to be stroked to the sight and sounds of the object of our obsession being railed into the bed.

Sabine and I share a groan each time her entire body jerks forward with the force of my brother burying himself inside her.

As I tease my shaft, I steal a glance at Hades, hoping to see him with his own cock out—but to my disappointment, he’s still sitting in the same exact position. However, his focusiscompletely locked on Sabine’s pussy and his knuckles now grip the desk’s edge tightly.

I guess this sort of counts as exposure therapy?

Baby steps.

My attention snaps back to Apollo when he grits out, “You’re.Ours,” followed by, “Need you to come, Winters—now.”

I swallow, stroking faster, and as he ruts into her harder, I pretend he’s also talking to me.

Nothing hotter than when our orgasms are twinsies.

“Not how it works,Sinclair,” Sabine mutters, valiantly trying and failing to serve him attitude before she’s gasping all over again.

“Now,” he commands once more—and like he’s the motherfucking snake charmer for the female orgasm—Sabine’s eyes flutter shut, her expression tensing with anticipation. Then she’s tumbling right into the bliss she was fighting off, back arching, thighs shaking.

Her low, eager moan fills the room, and like good little soldiers, the two of us follow her over that cliff and into oblivion; Apollo emptying himself inside the condom, and me turning my abdomen into a prize-winning Pollock.

Panting, I stare up at the ceiling and marvel at the fact I just came so hard I lost vision.

Twice.

But as my beautifully sated brain begins to reboot, slowly clawing its way back online, I notice Hades slipping from the room, and my thoughts are quick to sober.

Instead of enjoying the high, I find myself bracing for what inevitably comes next.

Sabine rolling off the bed, getting dressed, my guts doing their best impression of a constrictor knot.That familiar itch beneath my skin.

All feeding into that heaving black hole that lives in my chest.

Maybe I should be getting used to seeing her turn her back on us by now, but I justcan’t.

But before anyone even has a chance to move, Apollo’s terse instruction cuts through the room.

“Get dressed. We need to talk.”

This conversation is exactlywhy Zeus sent me to track down the Boys in the first place. It’s also exactly what I promised to give them as soon as we got back to Rox City.

So why am I still holed up in Apollo’s ensuite some twenty minutes later, dragging out my post-fuck routine and only succeeding in delaying the inevitable?

And why do I no longer recognize this woman staring back at me?

I’ve seen her face before: sex-tousled hair, swollen lips, and raccoon eyes. I’ve seen it a thousand times, in a thousand different mirrors. But never, ever quite like this—with this pinch of concern at the corners of her eyes, or the disturbed creases that bracket her mouth.

Somewhere around here was a line that I never should’ve approached, let alone crossed.

And now it’s too fucking late.

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