Page 35 of Last Breath

“Joy,” Mal warns breathlessly. “Jesus fucking Christ, Joy!” Shocking me and lifting me up, Mal shakes with the strain of holding off his urge. His eyes are dark pools and his face is strained with a passionate gaze.

He shoves me against the car door. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I’m confused by what he means, but as Mal gnashes his teeth together, crushing the porcelain, he grinds out, “You have me fucking hypnotized by this cunt, Joy. Move to the center of the seat.”

Scrambling quickly to the middle of the bench, positioning myself between the two front seats, I lift my ass to wiggle free of my jeans. With my shaved sex on display, all of the red hair removed, showcasing a perfectly trimmed set of lips swollen with need, I anticipate the moment his mouth will pull my release free.

With my legs apart, one on the headrest behind Salem and one on the seat I previously occupied, I watch Salem’s watchful glare in the rearview. Just before he tilts the mirror, I see the quick rise and fall of his breathing.

Growling again, Mal grins before shifting to kneel in the floor pan. His pants are now gone, his legs split over the drivetrain hump as he narrows his eyes. “You don’t deserve this. But I want it so bad.”

Grinning wide before bending down to worship my sex, Mal bites each supple lip once, making them red. Licking the surface of my soft core, I squeal out my satisfaction. He’s not careful with me, he’s rough as his tongue ring clicks against my clit. Pressing it flat, lapping from top to bottom, I feel the pain of my release climbing quickly.

Swirling the sensitive bud, licking, nipping, and full-on biting it, my body engages every nerve. Sucking my soul out as he pulls on my clit, he rams two fingers into me roughly, my spine pushing dangerously into the old springs of the ancient car.

“I’m so close, Mal,” I pant.

Beating a time all his own, Malachi holds me down with his mouth, my body taking everything he offers and exploding from within.

He rises off me. “Fuck this,” he barks out, turning to look at Salem before kissing him on the cheek. “You’re tied up driving, Salem.” Turning his attention back to me, he says menacingly, “Circumstances have consequences, Joy, and this blood tells me you did something in that store.”

“Maybe,” I taunt.

Pinching my lower lips, I pull in a sharp intake of breath. “Tell me the truth, Joy. What did you do?”

Pursing my lips, settling that neither of them need to know this, I refuse. Narrowing my gaze upon his, then looking again in the mirror, Salem quirks a smile. A smile I return.

“In cahoots, are we?” Looking to me, slamming two fingers within my core and pulling them back quickly, he turns away. Leaning between the seats again, looking at Salem, “Et tu, Salem?”

Shrugging a shoulder and rolling his eyes, he says with an evil grin, “If she won’t tell, punish her.”

A switch flips in Malachi. “Fine, fine. You asked for this, you two.”

Wait…what?

Rising off the floor, positioning himself at my entrance, Malachi slams his cock deep within. It’s abrupt and amazing.

My mind processes it in slow motion and fears it. I feel the exact moment my head can’t comprehend the results of this change, and my heart understands the consequences far better than the rest. Mal has adjusted the game.

Salem understands it too.

Looking in the mirror, I see the seething pain in his eyes. Pushing the mirror up to point away from us, Salem is hurt by Malachi. His lover, his friend, his family.

Mal swore he’d never been inside of me,but he’s astounding. His thrusts are perfection. Filling me so tightly that it’s cresting painful.

My body was already so close to release that his intrusion elicits the swift end of my high. Pushing my hips forward to take all he offers, digging my nails into his hips, I hold him like a tiger would its prey.

Through pressurized teeth he grinds out, “I’m going to come if you keep that up.” So I dig in deeper. Holding him tight to my chest, feeling every ounce of his cock inside of me, my core squeezes its satisfaction.

As his end crests and he pumps his hips harshly, Malachi comes.

Flopping against my body, I swear I hear him curse and I know why.

Our dynamics have changed.

We’ll see the error of this at some point.

Our relationship will feel the pain of it for sure.

Chapter 18

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