Page 91 of Wreckage

“I’m so hungry,” I whispered.

His grip tightened, a flicker of something pained and frustrated flashing across his face.

“I don’t want to burden you with it,” I added quickly.

His brows pulled together, his fingers cupping my jaw, tilting my face to meet his gaze.

“Elena,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, full of conviction. “You will never be a burden.”

My breath hitched, my fingers tightening around his shirt. Before I could speak, before I could think, his lips were on mine again.

This time, the kiss wasn’t just soft and reassuring.

It was hungry, demanding, consuming.

A spark lit inside me, one I didn’t fight.

I needed this. I needed him.

I didn’t want to think about the hunger, the cold, the looming fear of never making it out of here.

I just wanted this moment.

Him.

“Did Adrian fuck you?” he whispered against my lips as his hand moved down to my hip, where he grasped me tightly.

“Yes.” I kissed him.

“Fuck, baby. Did you come for him?” He ground against me, his cock rock hard.

I whimpered and nodded, earning a soft growl of approval.

“I thought about you two fucking while I was gone. I hoped you’d still be doing it so I could join in.”

“You liked fucking me with him?” I asked, my words far more crass than my personality was, but something dirty and feral came out of me when I was with the guys.

“I fucking loved it.” He grasped my breast, massaging it before putting me on my back and lavishing the soft mounds with his tongue. When he sucked a nipple into his mouth, I cried out softly. He ran his fingers along my pussy before he dipped one inside, slowly working me over.

My breathing grew heavy at the intensity of the feelings he was raining down on me.

“I like the idea that I’m fingering my brother’s girl while he sleeps next to us,” Troy said against my lips.

“Am I his girl?”

“Fuck, little dancer, you belong to both of us.”

I moaned against his lips as he kissed me, his finger buried to the knuckle inside me.

“When we get out of here, and your ankle is better, I’m going to watch you get on your knees and suck Adrian’s dick.”

“You want to watch me do that?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

I wanted him to watch, too. I reached out bravely and pushed his boxers down, and stroked his massive cock. He groaned softly, his precum dampening my hand.

“You see what you do to me, baby? See how hard you make me? God, I want to bury myself inside you and never fucking leave. You’re fucking perfect.My Elena.”

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