Page 18 of Depraved

River settled onto the bed beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight. I kept my back to him, hyper-aware of his presence. The heat radiating from his bare skin seemed to sear through the thin fabric of my shirt.

I could picture him perfectly in my mind's eye—shirtless, his chiseled torso a canvas of intricate tattoos and brutal scars. Jagged white lines criss crossed his skin violently, and yet lovely.

My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I held myself rigidly still, afraid that if I moved even an inch, the tenuous thread of my control would snap.

River shifted closer, the warmth of his breath fanning across the nape of my neck. Goosebumps erupted along my skin as he leaned in, his lips barely brushing the shell of my ear.

"I wanted to fuck you," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "When I watched Alex sink into you, I imagined it was me."

I sucked in a sharp breath, desire coiling hot and tight in my belly. River's tattooed hand came to rest on my hip.

"I'm so close to breaking, Layla…" His hand tightened on my hip, fingers digging in almost painfully. I bit back a moan at the sensation. I didn’t dare speak. Letting him run this.

His breath was hot against my ear as he continued, "I need you to hold very still for me. Don't move. Don't touch me back. Can you do that?"

I nodded mutely, my entire body trembling with the effort of remaining motionless. River's hand slid from my hip to my stomach, his calloused palm leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"Good girl," he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive shell of my ear. "I need to be in control. If you touchme, if you move—I might lose it completely, and we both know that wouldn't end well."

His words had my entire body going utterly still. I knew the demons River battled, the darkness that lurked just beneath the surface. His iron control was all that kept the beast at bay.

His hand dipped lower, fingers ghosting along the hem of my shirt. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, tracing patterns on my bare thigh. I bit my lip hard, fighting the urge to arch into his touch.

"That's it," River hissed. "Stay still for me. Let me explore you." When he finally brushed against my bare pussy, a strangled whimper escaped my throat. "Shh," River soothed, his lips ghosting along the curve of my neck.

His thick fingers parted my pussy lips, gathering the wetness there and spreading it over my aching clit. I sucked in a sharp breath, my hips twitching involuntarily.

"Don't fucking move," River growled, his voice rough and clipped. “Not a single muscle. You move, and this stops.”

I forced myself to relax, surrendering control to him completely. River's fingers worked in slow, torturous circles around my clit, never quite giving me the pressure I craved. My thighs trembled with the effort of keeping my hips still as pleasure built low in my belly.

"Fuck—" River groaned in my ear, his breaths coming faster.

He increased the pressure slightly, rubbing tight circles that had me throbbing. White-hot pleasure pulsed through me, and I had to bite my lip hard to keep from crying out. My hands fisted in the sheets, desperately seeking an anchor.

“Such a good fucking girl…” Two fingers slipped inside me and my eyes rolled back.

River's thick fingers sank deeper inside me, stretching me deliciously. I fought to keep my hips still as he began to pump them in and out in a maddeningly slow rhythm. His palmground against my clit with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my core.

"Spread your legs wider for me," he ordered.

I obeyed instantly, letting my thighs fall open. The cool air of the room kissed my heated flesh as River shifted behind me. His broad chest pressed against my back as he hitched my leg up and back over his hip, opening me up completely to his exploring fingers.

From this new angle, he was able to drive his fingers even deeper. He sped up, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I bit down hard on my lip, tasting copper as I fought to stay silent and still.

River's hot breath fanned across my neck as he worked me higher and higher. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of my dripping pussy filled the quiet room. My inner walls clenched around him greedily, drawing him deeper.

He increased his pace, finger-fucking me with quick, deep strokes that had pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. His thumb found my clit, circling the swollen bud in time with the thrusting of his fingers.

“Do you want to be fucked, Layla?”

I whimpered and nodded, my entire body trembling with need. "Yes," I breathed, barely above a whisper. "Please..."

That's when I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head slightly to see Alex propped up on one elbow, watching us with dark, hungry eyes. His chest rose and fell rapidly, muscles rippling beneath his tattooed skin.

River followed my gaze, a low growl rumbling in his chest when he saw Alex. For a moment, I feared he would stop, pull away. But instead, he spoke in a low, commanding tone: "Alex. Come here and fuck her." He pulled me backwards so that I was lying on my back, my thighs falling open with his fingers still inside me.

Alex's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He moved across the bed with predatory grace, settling between my thighs, pulling his thick cock free from his sweatpants.

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