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I should hate this. Should rip the door off its hinges and tear them away from her. But instead? My cock throbs like it’ll split my zipper, and all I can think is how goddamn beautiful she looks like this.
Held. Claimed. Worshipped.
Phoenix peels her shirt over her head and my breath hitches. Ivy has always had a beautiful body, but we feed her well.
Her breasts are fuller, her hips curve softly to strong thighs. Myles’s hand disappears between them. She gasps as his fingers find the right spot. Phoenix growls low against her mouth, and her knees nearly buckle.
Until she looks at me. Eyes heavy. Lips parted. Breath stuttering. Like she wants me to watch. As if she sees what this is doing to me and revels in it, receiving her rightful veneration.
That look punches the air from my lungs. Heat floods my veins as I grip the doorframe. All those years of caging my demons—and they’re clawing at the bars.
Because watching them like this? It feels like The Pit. Watching the depravity play out in front of me while I got off on it. It was sick. But for the first time in years… I don’t want to fight the feeling.
When she moans louder, as if she wants me to hear, her gaze locked with mine?
I’m gone.
The heat. The hunger. The need to own every second of this, hits me like a freight train.She wants me to watch.
And in a moment, the plan for tonight is burned to ash.
My hand presses against my cock through my pants, trying to readjust. But it only sends a jolt down my spine that makes me shudder.
“I should’ve known you’d pull a move like this,” Phoenixgrowls against her mouth as he wraps a hand around her slim throat. “We have to go, Ivy. It’s just for one night.”
Myles groans something into her ear, muffled by his mask. And then Ivy—sweet fucking Ivy—whimpers. “I don’t want you to go. Please do the perimeter thing another night? Stay with me.”
A broken sound rips from my throat at her plea as I rub myself harder.
Phoenix kisses her again. Myles’s hand moves faster. Ivy cries out, body trembling between them like she won’t be able to stand much longer.
Their sounds create a symphony of heavy breaths and wanton moans that fuel the fire burning at the base of my spine.
And me?
I just watch.
Hypnotised. Wanting. Standing there like a sinner at confession. Drowning in this fucked-up, beautiful, combustible thing we’ve agreed to try.
And I don’t want it to stop.
Not now. Not ever.
Chapter 44
Ivy
Their eyes rake over me like I’m something sacred and sinful all at once.
Phoenix’s voice is low as he pulls off Myles’s mask. “Myles. Sit.”
Myles grits his teeth but obeys, sinking onto the couch like a predator on a leash. A pang of disappointment hits me. I was enjoying the mask. But I know Myles will wear it again for me any time I ask.
“Ivy,” Phoenix murmurs, stepping in closer to me. His body is heat and danger and control. “You were in the middle of something, weren’t you?”
I nod, breath catching. “Yes…”
“Then finish it,” he commands, pushing me toward Myles. “On your knees.”
