Page 73 of Priest and his Anarchist

“How wet are you right now? All that fear…” he whispers the words over my lips, and adrenaline rushes through me.

His other hand falls, only this time he covers my pussy. I choke on a hiccup when his finger traces my entrance with slow, meaningful grazes. He curls the tip of his finger slowly and moves in a massage motion as the muscles in my body clench.

“All it does is bathe you with my scent.”

Not bothering to tell him what I was going to say, I reach between us, but his hand is around my wrist, and he’s tugging me off as if the thought disgusts him. “You ain’t my type, Madness.” His words stay harsh, but his fingers keep moving inside of me.

“You’ve made that obvious,” I gasp, feeling the build of my orgasm climbing. “But since we’re already here.”

Vaden brushes against my back when I slide off Priest’s lap, making sure to press my ass against Vaden on my way up.

Arching my back, my hair falls onto Priest’s lap when I look at Vaden over my shoulder. “Do what you want to me.”

Vaden holds my stare, no longer looking to Priest for permission and obviously reading into what I’m playing at. With his hand on my back, he moves lower until his finger parts the slit of my pussy. He pauses against my clit. My mouth falls open slightly, my head dropping as I roll my hips into his finger. He moves in slow strokes, too slow, and I swear if I don’t come, I’m going to explode. The touch of his calloused finger grazes the pebble of my clit, and I groan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. In all the years, Priest never allowed girls to finish, and he never did himself. Not when he’d fuck them. Not when they’d do him.

Not a single person.

Until that night. That had to count for something.

It’s suffocating how much he fills me. My muscles seize. I dig my nails into Priest’s jeans to find my grip. I want to look back at what it is Vaden is fucking me with when the metal piercing on his cock skims my insides.

Or a lot of them.

My body explodes when Priest places his finger below my chin, lifting my head. I’m a slave for his touch, his attention, his—everything. So much so that I’ll do what I need to do to make him see that I don’t care what kind of monster he is.

“How does he feel, Madness?” The heat of his words leaves blisters behind, even with the gentle caress of his thumb against my cheek.

“Like—” I pause.

Vaden pulls out a little, the fullness a suction vise that massages a hidden spot deep inside.

My fingers dig into Priest once more, and he studies me closely. I hate it. I hate that my stomach burns every time he’s watching as if I want him to be jealous. As if I want him to wantme so much that he can’t stand another man to touch me, but that’s not Priest. It never will be, and it’s ridiculous that even after all my time away from him, I feel as though I have some kind of witchery over him.

We are nothing.

We were nothing.

We will always be nothing.

Because the only thing Priest Hayes can feel is hatred.

“—I hate you,” I gasp around the swell of realization that settles in my stomach.

He clucks his tongue, the base of his thumb grazing the pillow of my bottom lip. “So emotional, my Madness.”

Shame lands like a punch to the gut when he forces me into Vaden like a discarded toy. “Fuck her until she comes. Then keep fucking her until I say stop.”

“Priest…” Vaden warns. It’s the first time since being back that I’ve heard a smidge of the old Vaden, but he continues the same merciless pace. It’s a delicious torture of passion. A trance. Torment. Pain. It does nothing to numb the one in my heart.

Priest drags his eyes from mine, landing on Vaden. “Do it.”

“Fuck.” Vaden’s hand curls around my throat.

My clit swells between my legs, and through the pending doom of my orgasm, a heat even hotter simmers below the surface. My jaw tenses when I square up with Priest, his eyes wrestling with mine. Hatred. Pure, undiluted hatred.

Vaden rocks me hard with a single thrust, my body jolting forward, but I catch my fall on Priest’s lap. Too much. My mind spins and everything south explodes around me in a rain of fire as my orgasm pours through my body like acid, turning everything to dust.

“Vaden…” His name leaves my lips like a promise as my eyes slowly open onto Priest. Maybe I’m deluded. I’ve imaginedeverything I’d ever felt, but I’ll use it. I’ll use what I can to drive the pain I feel at this moment to hit anywhere inside of him.

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