Page 67 of Claiming Pretty

A heady mix of sweat, adrenaline, and the musky scent of sex filled the air around us, overpowering and intoxicating.

“Fucking answer me,” Ciaran growled, clenching my throat until I saw stars before he released me with a noise of disgust.

I let out a guttural cry, a mixture of pleasure, pain, and anger. Anger that he was still punishing me. Anger at myself for letting my feelings for Ty cloud me. Confuse me. Tempt me.

I shoved Ciaran off me and rolled on top of him, sinking back down onto him with a groan.

“I want you both,” I hissed as I rode him, hard, unleashing my own fury, anger that he fuckingleft, rage that he just might not be everything I need. “Is that what you fucking want to hear? Huh?”

The bed creaked and groaned beneath us. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, our grunts and moans mixing together.

“Fuck.” He tugged at a fistful of my hair, making me bare the side of my neck to his teeth. He sucked and nipped, pleasure mixing with pain.

Nails and teeth and open palms. We were brutalizing one another. Our pants grew frantic as we desperately bucked against each other like we hated each other.

Ciaran groaned and the tortured words he forced between thrusts stung me like acid. “I’d hate you if I didn’t love you so fucking much.”

I kissed him and bit his top lip where Ty’s scar would have been till I tasted blood.

“I hate that I love you so fucking much,” I said, driving my hips back onto his cock harder and faster.

“Say it again,” he said, nipping at my chin, my jaw, my throat.

“I love you,” I repeated.

“Again.”

“I fucking love you.”

He grabbed my hips, pulling me down on his dick while bucking his own hips up.

Stars dazzled in front of my face, the whole bedroom fading into a haze.

I couldn’t make out anything in the room with any clarity.

But I saw Ty.

Standing in the dark slit of the ajar bedroom door.

He was as sharply defined as a knife’s edge.

I kept grinding onto Ciaran as I stared at Ty with a mix of fear and embarrassment and… most unwanted of all, arousal.

This wasn’t an accident. Ty had returned so quietly that neither of us realized.

How long had he been watching us? Listening. Unflinching as I rode his brother’s cock.

I should have screamed. Alerted Ciaran. Rushed over to slam the door, to bar it closed with a chair.

But the thrill of me watching Ty watching us, of the threat of Ciaran catching us, lashed down my spine. Sordid and dirty. Wrong but it felt so good at the same time.

In the end, I couldn’t open my mouth to say a word even if I’d wanted to.

And I didn’t want to.

My pussy ached, gushing all over Ciaran as he fucked me with his cock and Ty fucked me with his eyes. I felt the ghost of his hands on my breasts and I arched back, moaning.

I felt the muscles of my inner thighs twitching uncontrollably as Ty unzipped his pants and released his fully hard erection.

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