Page 120 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One
He groans, his hold on me loosening. Then his fingers dig into my skin and his eyes fly wide open. When he sees me, alive and unharmed and next to him, he relaxes, whispering, “Thank fuck.”
I give him a chaste kiss before sitting up. “We should get moving. There’s supposed to be a snowstorm around two, and I want to make sure we miss it.”
With a yawn, he rolls over, looking at the clock on the nightstand. It’s a little after eight. “I should probably shower.”
We get up, brushing our teeth before Oliver turns on the shower, and I step into the hallway. The smell of coffee drifts from the kitchen, and my stomach growls. With everything that happened last night, I forgot to eat dinner. Hell, we all did.
In the living area, I find a full pot of coffee ready and waiting. After pouring myself a mug, I look around. The place is empty. So where are—
“Oh god. Ohgod.”
I laugh into my mug before taking a sip of the coffee.That’swhere they are.
Back down the hallway, I stop in front of an open door. Inside, I see Wren bent over the bed with Rhett kneeling in between her legs. He has his fingers moving in and out of her, and there’s a trail of blood dripping down her leg.
There’s a towel discarded on the floor. It looks like Wren just got out of the shower.
“Let me guess,” I say, sipping my coffee and stepping into the room. “He saw blood and turned completely feral.”
Wren moans as Rhett tosses me a smirk over his shoulder. His face is smeared with red.
There’s a short dresser on the far side of the wall. I walk over and lean against it, taking in the view.
Wren is completely bare, groaning into the mattress. Rhett seems to be taking his time, spearing her with his fingers and rubbing her clit with his other hand.
“Please, Rhett. Please.”
“I’m not done yet,” he says, pulling his fingers away and giving her a long, slow lick instead.
“How long have you had her on the edge for?” I ask.
“Not long enough.”
Wren screams frustratedly into the bed, fisting the sheets.
“Do you want my cock, my beautiful whore?”
“Yes,” she cries.
“Mmm. My guess is you want Ell’s too?”
When she turns her head to look at me, her eyes are wild. Desperate. “Yes, please.”
“I dunno, Rhett. Doesn’t sound like she wants it that bad.”
My comment earns me a death glare, and I have to stop myself from laughing at her misery.
“Do you want his cock buried down your throat? Like what I did to him last night?”
“Yes,” she sobs.
Pulling away, he says, “In a minute.”
He stands, pulling her up with him and getting red on her arms. Then he turns her around, smearing blood over her breasts.
I’d stop him, but I know he wouldn’t do this without her permission. He knows very well that not everyone is into blood play.
“Perfect,” Rhett mutters, half to himself, looking Wren up and down. “Fucking perfect.”
