Page 39 of The Pawn
Cassian snorts, jerks me toward himself so I’m facing him. “You look at me, Little Moth. You keep your eyes on me, not him,” he says, unbuttoning the shirt I’m wearing. It’s one of his, an oversized shirt. I’m not sure why I did it, but I like having it on me. When he’s not with me, it’s the closest I can get to him, and I like having his smell on me. Cassian notices. He doesn’t miss a thing. When the buttons are undone, he pushes it off my shoulders, but I stop him.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing him who you belong to. And maybe I’m showing you too,” Cassian says and pushes the shirt off my shoulders. It slips to the floor so I’m standing barefoot and in my underwear. I set one arm over my breasts as he turns me to face Jet. “I’m showing the both of you. Once and for all,” he says, hooking his fingers into my panties and pushing them off.
I remain motionless as soft cotton tickles my legs and then they’re gone and I’m naked. Naked between these two men. Stepbrothers. Best of friends. Worst of enemies.
I lick my lips. “Cassian,” I start, but I’m not sure what I want to say.
“Quiet,” Cassian commands, sliding a hand betweenmy legs, weaving it through the neat triangle of hair. “She’s something to look at, isn’t she?” he asks, fingers circling my clit. “Beautiful.”
I swallow.
“You want to look, don’t you?” he asks, but Jet holds his gaze, refusing to. “You want more than to look.”
Jet looks at me, that green gone deep, dark. A forest in the night. My heart races as his gaze hovers on mine as if he’s waiting for me to tell him to stop. To tell him no. I don’t utter a sound, though. I can’t, and soon his gaze moves slowly, purposefully over me, my breasts, which I realize are now exposed to him because at some point in the last few moments, I shifted one hand to Cassian’s forearm, the other hangs at my side. Jet’s gaze moves lower, lower to where Cassian is playing with me. I look down too, see how slick his fingers are, and I swear I can smell my own arousal.
“Cassian,” I start, unsure what I’m going to say.
Cassian bends his head to my ear, lifts my hair to set it over my shoulder and breaths me in. He brings his lips to the softest curve of my neck and brushes what’s become a beard over it, the short hairs tickling it before he kisses the place where my pulse throbs betraying my frantic heartbeats.
“Do you smell her?” Cassian asks, his breath warm as he looks at Jet. “Breathe her in. It’ll be the only thing you do. The only time you do it. Because she’s mine and I don’t share.”
He walks me toward the couch, bends me over the back of it which is high enough that I’m on tip toe. Cassian leans over me, kisses my cheek, the side of my mouth. “Now you watch him. Keep your eyes on him when I fuckyou. Let him watch and want because he will never have you.”
I hear his zipper and a moment later, his hands are splaying me open and he pushes into me with a deep groan.
“Cassian.” I should tell him to stop. Tell him I don’t want this. But it would be a lie. I do want this. I want Cassian inside me. Do I want Jet watching?
“You’re wet, Allegra. Dripping.”
“I’m—"
“Him,” he says, cutting me off and turning my head so my cheek rests against the back of the couch and I can see Jet. Jet who hasn’t moved. Jet whose eyes have gone fully black, whose erection I can see straining against his slacks.
“Cassian—”
Cassian spanks my ass, and I jerk with the sharp slap. It’s not painful just a surprise. “Eyes stay on my stepbrother.”
I do as I’m told, keeping my eyes on Jet as Cassian pushes into me, stretching me, stealing the breath from me as I take him. He begins to rock his hips, fucking me slow and deep. Making me feel him inch by solid, punishing inch. He slips one hand beneath me, two fingers on my swollen clit and I watch Jet while Cassian fucks me. My breaths are pants interspersed with moans because Cassian is right. I like Jet watching. I like it even if I know it’s wrong.
I shift my gaze to Cassian wanting to see his eyes, because they’re so beautiful when he comes, and when I do, he meets my gaze and it’s just the two of us right now, just him and me in this whole world.
“You’re drenched, Allegra,” he says, leaning over me to fist a handful of hair and make me turn my head to look at him. Hekisses me and I kiss him back as his thrusts come harder, faster, more frantic. “Come, Little Moth. Come for me. For me. Only for me,” Cassian orders and I do. I do because I have no choice. His fingers on my clit, his cock inside me, those eyes like the deepest, wildest sea looking at me, I do. I come even as in my periphery I see Jet’s hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight before he walks away. Orgasm has my body pulsing even as I hear the echo of Jet’s steps as he stalks down the center aisle and away. Even as I watch Cassian turn his head to watch Jet go, his cock throbs inside me and we’re both panting.
The front door slams shut.
Cassian slides out of me, eyes in the direction of that sound before returning to me.
“Did you prove your point?” I ask him.
Now that our fucking is over, we glare at each other. We’re good at that. “I don’t know. Did I?” he asks, keeping me bent over because even as he vows to be my protector, he can be cruel, too. His hand presses on my lower back and he watches his come slide down my thighs. I get the feeling he’s driving his point home. Proving his dominance over me.
My desire for it.
“You belong to me, Allegra. Your body belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me.”
I snort. “You claim what is not given.”
