Page 45 of Deadly Little Hearts

“Speak for yourself,” Freya says, and Gage chuckles.

He moves forward, lifting his shirt over his head, followed by his pants and underwear that fall at his feet.Freya’s breath catches.

My fingers move under her top and lift it higher and higher, then over her head.Goose bumps scatter on her stomach as I move my fingers along the waistband of her leggings.They hug her legs like a glove, showing off every curve, but those legs look even better when it’s just her milky skin.They need to come off.I pull them over her tight ass and down her thighs, followed by her lacy underwear.

The bed dips, and Gage pushes back until he’s leaning back against the pillows.His hand wraps around his cock as he watches Freya closely.His other hand rests behind his neck.

I slap Freya’s ass, and she bends over, her hands gripping the dark-blue duvet cover, her ass pushing back against my throbbing cock.

After reaching for her bra, I unclasp it, and her tits fall free.As I run my finger over her hard nipple, a soft moan falls from her lips.I pinch and her head arches back slightly.

“Touch yourself, Freya.Show us what you need,” Gage says, and my heart thuds at the prospect.

“Like this,” she says, her hand running down her chest slowly.

I move around her, taking off my clothes as I go.I want to watch her.I need to see her come apart.

“Tell us what you’re doing.Paint the picture for us,” I say, my cock hard and ready in my palm.

“My clit begs to be touched, sucked,” she says, her voice husky.She runs two fingers between her folds, her gaze moving between Gage and me.“I’m wet, so drenched.My fingers slide effortlessly—”

The bathroom door opens, and Freya stops speaking but doesn’t stop moving her fingers against her clit.Lucas stares at Freya, a mixture of lust and betrayal evident in his gaze.Water from the shower clings to his chest, a towel wrapped low on his waist.

“Don’t stop on my account.Keep going with those dirty words,” he says, moving toward the armchair in the corner of the room, dropping his towel along the way.

Freya’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink.She clears her throat, moving her attention back to Gage.“Where was I?”she asks, biting into her lower lip.

“You were saying how effortlessly your fingers are gliding through your folds,” Gage encourages her, and she cocks her head to the side.

She moves forward, one hand propped on the edge of the bed.Her index finger rubs against her clit, and it takes everything in me not to go to her, to help her.To finish her off.No, she’s clearly capable of this.A bead of precum pearls at the tip of my cock, and I rub it off and down my shaft.

“That’s right, my clit is begging me to rub harder.”She inhales deeply.“Faster.”Her fingers match her words.

“How does it feel?”I ask.

She looks over at me, her eyes a wild, bright blue.Licking her deep-cherry lips, she murmurs, “Electrifying.Fuck.”She jolts forward, her fingers tightening around the fabric.I keep up with her pace, imagining her tight cunt wrapped around my cock.Fuckis right.

“Let go.Give in,” Gage encourages, and her pace increases until her loud cries fill the bedroom.I follow right behind her, my cum shooting onto the brand-new bedding.

Before she has a chance to relax, I’m up, moving behind her.A wild energy takes over my body, and I want to control her.To fuck her without her approval.To take her cunt, because that’s who I am.

My fingers tangle in her hair.I forcefully push her head into the bed, and she lets out a loud shriek.I muffle it by pushing her farther into the fabric.

Her ass rises, rubbing against my ready, throbbing cock that’s still rock hard after coming.I slam into her, and she jolts forward.

“Bro—” Lucas tries to say something, but I block him out, slamming my eyes shut as I pound into her, fast and rough.My other hand grips her hip, my short nails digging into her skin.

Her warm cunt wraps around my cock like a second skin.She’s addictive, andfuck, she feels so good.I want to die inside her, for her cunt to strangle my cock.I’d leave this world a happy man.

I continue fucking her hard until my cum explodes in her sweet pussy.Pulling out, I release my grip on her.The rest of the room comes back into focus after I’ve sated my need to feel her, to fill her.

I stumble backward, my heart racing so fast it starts to ring between my ears.

Freya turns around slowly, her cheeks red and her hair a tangled mess.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.I—” I stop as I catch blood running down her hip.She follows my gaze and moves closer to me, but I shake my head, retreating until my back hits the wall.

I’m a monster.How am I this fucked up, hurting her for pleasure?Is this who I am?

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