Page 77 of Original Sins (Dark Odyssey 6)

Her walls clamp my dick tight, and my balls tighten like I’m going to blow, but I control myself.

I’m not done with this fantasy yet. Not by a long shot.

I allow her to come, then I pull out and set her on the ground so I can bend her over the desk.

She has the perfect bubble ass. I’m never going to get enough of looking at it.

Her hair falls forward over her face when I grab her hips and slam into her from behind.

I wish I could take the tight rosette of her ass, but she had enough of us doing that last night. She still needs to get used to fucking this way first, and I know she’s sore. She just wouldn’t tell me that.

It’s enough that Henry and I are both fucking her—together and separately. If I’m being honest, though, I think I’ve had her more than Henry has—not that I’m counting. I’m just balls deep inside her every chance I get.

Her body rocks with every hard stroke I deliver, and the good girl she is takes everything I give her.

I fuck her so hard even I see stars, and when I come, I don’t care who’s listening either. I growl like a savage claiming his woman and blow into her.

We stay like that for a few moments after, and when she slumps forward, I slip an arm around her waist.

I forgot to take her top off. In that fantasy, I was supposed to feel up her naked tits.

I run my fingers over them now and turn her around to face me when I pull out.

I kiss her briefly, and she smiles against my lips.

“Bad girl, you like me too much,” I husk.

“I do. I forget everything when I’m with you. The two of you. It feels strange to say that, and I’m not always sure if I should say anything.”

I cup her face. “You don’t need to be unsure.”

“But I feel this way about the two of you. Isn’t that weird?”

“No. There’s nothing wrong with liking us both, Evangeline.”

She presses her lips together, and that wary look comes back into her eyes.

She reaches up to touch my face. When the sleeve of her top rolls down her arm, exposing her wrist, I see a dark bruise I couldn’t possibly ignore.

I grab her hand, and she instantly recoils, but I bring her closer.

“What happened to you here?” I demand.

Someone hurt her. The fucking bruise is going right around her wrist and looks worse because she’s so fair-skinned.

That’s the kind of bruise you get when someone grabs you hard enough to hurt. The only other marks like that happen if someone ties you up with a rope or chains. I do enough tying up to know.

“Oh, um…,” she stutters, looking at her wrist too. “I was carrying a bag around my wrist, and it was too heavy.”

She swallows and flicks her gaze between me and the bruise.

She just lied to me again, and she knows I can see she’s lying.

I’m not sure what to do here. So I do what I do best and break the rules.

“Are you safe, Evie?” I ask, and she continues to gaze at me.

The hesitation in answering is what piques my attention.

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