Page 116 of Twisted Legacy

“Are you really about to talk yourself out of this, Number Three?”

There are so many reasons I should. A good guy would. But I’m not that guy. I’m the guy who is happy to take advantage of a situation to get what I want. For the moment, it seems we both want the same thing. I back away, stripping out of my shirt and unbutton my jeans, shoving them to the floor, then unzip Pax’s hoodie, pushing the fabric off her shoulders as I lean forward, claiming her nipple.

Her legs part and I step between them, groaning at the feel of her stiff nipple in my mouth and the heat from her pussy. I toy with her clit until she’s grinding against my hand, wet for me.

She strokes me until I’m painfully hard. I reach into the drawer on the left and pull out a condom, happy that I have a handful stashed in here. I love the flush of her cheeks, the look in her eyes as she watches me roll the condom on. When I’m done, she grabs my dick and lines me up with her opening. Slowly, I push inside.

She groans, and grabs my ass, rushing me. Denying me of the experience of taking my time. “You want hard and fast, Pet? Say less.”

I have a knife in the same drawer where I keep my condoms. I pull it out to play, dragging it across her nipple. “You gonna bleed for me, Pet?”

I cut a slash across the top of her breast and lean forward, fusing my mouth to it. Lapping at her life force as if it has the power to replenish me. Her walls clench around me, sucking me in deeper. I pull out and plunge in again and again, riding a high, mindlessly fucking her into the mirror.

“Finn.” She gasps.

“This dick feels good, yeah Pet? Because your pussy feels like nirvana.” I lift her and lower the toilet seat lid, sitting down on it so she straddles me. “Bounce up and down on my cock, Pet. Ride me hard.”

She braces her legs on either side of the bowl and rises and lowers herself up and down. Her tits bouncing with the movement. I reach between us and rub her clit. “Fuck. You close? Tell me you’re close.” I pant, grinding my teeth, trying to stave off my eruption.

“So close.” She groans. “Stay right there, Finn. Right there.”

At the first flutter of her pussy around me, I shove the knife into her hand. “Finish me, Pet. Finish me.”

She presses the tip of the knife against my jugular, just as she locks me in place. The force of my release steals my breath. She grinds against me then stills, her head thrown back, eyes closed as her body detonates. The mirrors, fogged, our hair sticks to our foreheads from the steam from the shower. I wasn’t thinking. What if the steamed room triggers her?

But she doesn’t look upset. She looks content as I press kisses to her jawline.

The banging on the door interrupts my post orgasmic bliss. “Fuck off.” I growl, pulling her closer.

“Let’s go, Finn.”

Thea was chill. Melting into my touch, as I gently kneaded her lower back. Now she stiffens at the sound of Pax’s voice. I try to keep the mood light. “At least he waited until we were done.”

She shrugs as she climbs off my lap and steps into the shower. I yank my pants up and open the door, stepping into the hall. “Dude, whatever it is, can’t it wait?”

“No, it can’t. Holden wants to inspect the gym.”

“Fine, let me grab my shirt and shoes.” While I’m in my room, I snag a second shirt for Thea, and pop back into the bathroom, peeking my head into the shower. She squints at me with one eye, trying to keep the soap from getting in it, from the bubbles coating her hair. “We’re going on a run. I’ll bring back snacks. Make yourself comfortable.”

She closes her eyes and tips her head back, going back to her shower.

I join Pax and Holden at the front door. “Let’s get this over with.” I stomp out of my room, ahead of them. If we tackle this from three sides, we should be done quickly and I can come back and chill with my girl.

Chapter69

Deacon

Istare at Thea’s gym bag trying to work out what the hell it’s doing here in the lost and found area. The gym is open to students from six in the morning until eleven at night, but I haven’t seen Thea today.

The front doors slide open and the lead assholes on campus stroll into the gym like they’re up to no good. I can’t help but be distrustful of them, since nothing goes on around here without their knowledge. Which is why I know them all being here together has something to do with this bag.

“Where’s Thea?”

Pax answers, “Why are you asking us?”

“None of you are here to work out, and Finn’s fixated on her gym bag.”

“It’s an interesting bag. Maybe he was working up the nerve to ask where you bought it so he could get one, too.”

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