Page 42 of Hellbent
And he doesn’t back off.
He lifts a hand to my jaw, tracing the line of it with one finger before his thumb curves over my bottom lip, pulling it down. “Sexy little Finch,” he purrs, his hazel eyes flicking to my mouth, his intention so clear it sends a shiver through me.
I could step away. Crack a joke. Laugh it off.
But I don’t.
I just stand there, heart pounding, caught between the two of them as the tension twists tighter.
And Damian finally leans in, his lips brushing against mine.
His mouth is warm, teasing at first, like he’s savoring the moment before deepening the kiss. His hand slides into my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp, and then he takes full control—pressing harder, his body moving in closer.
Jake’s grip on my waist tightens. I feel the way his breath shivers, the way his fingers flex like he’s holding himself back. “Oh,” he murmurs. “Now thatissomething worth watching.”
His hand lifts, cupping my cheek.
Damian slows the kiss, pulling back just enough to smile against my lips before letting me go. And then Jake is turning me toward him, his palm warm against my skin. His lips meet mine, and his tongue chases the taste of Damian from my mouth.
When we break apart, my breath is unsteady.
And then Damian is there again, heat banked in his eyes.
His mouth crashes against mine, rougher this time, more insistent. His hands find my waist, slipping beneath my shirt, fingers skating over bare skin.
He unhooks my bra in one smooth motion before his palms slide up, molding over my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and I suck in a sharp breath, arching back against Jake.
Jake makes a low sound in my ear, his fingers pressing into my hips as he keeps me anchored between them. “Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with heat. “Already coming apart.”
I turn my head, kissing him hard, swallowing his next words. He groans against my mouth, hands gripping my waist as he pulls me tighter against him. Damian doesn’t let go, doesn’t step back—his hands slide down my stomach, hooking into my waistband, unzipping my jeans.
Heat rolls over my skin as Damian’s hands slip beneath the fabric and over my hips, his fingers brushing over the bare skin of my ass. My head tips back against Jake’s shoulder, lips parting as Damian's mouth finds my throat.
Jake's breath is ragged in my ear. “You’re so fucking hot, Max.”
His hands slide under my shirt, lifting it up, up, until it’s gone, lost somewhere on the floor. His palms find my breasts and Damian growls against my neck, his grip tightening.Claiming.
Jake’s mouth brushes my shoulder, then the base of my neck. “Is this what happened when you kissed? Did you touch each other?”
“No,” I say defensively, stiffening slightly, guilt licking at the warmth I feel under Damian’s hands.
But Jake just chuckles. “You have no idea how fucking hot it is, seeing you like this. Lit up. Torn between us.”
His hands tighten around my breasts, squeezing gently. “It’s such a turn-on for me, Max. The idea of you with someone else. Not because I don’t want you—fuck, Ido. But because it’s filthy. Because it’s wrong. I want to watch you break someone else. Watch him lose control because of how sweet and tight your pussy is.”
My breath catches.
He glances at Damian. “Him, I know. Him, I trust.”
Damian doesn’t speak. He watches me as Jake talks, reading my reactions. His hands slide down under the back of my jeans, fingers exploring, cupping my ass and going lower, stroking lightly. I gasp as his fingertip teases the back of my sensitive, swollen sex.
Jake’s voice drops to a whisper at my ear. “I want to share you with him. You good with that?”
I nod, barely breathing. “Yes.”
“Good.” He smiles against my neck. “Then we’re both gonna fuck you tonight, okay?”
The words ripple through me like a shockwave.
