Page 50 of Bitter Rivals (Bitterwood Elites)

TWENTY-ONE

Ben

The sight of Remington’s naked body draped across my bunk has my cock aching—and my mouth watering.

She’s a fucking goddess who deserves to be worshipped even if my intentions are to treat her as nothing more than a slave to use as I see fit. Cash is affected by her, too.That much is obvious.His sinister tone becomes more playful to my ears, though Remington would never notice. Cash is too sly to allow others to see through him, but I’ve known him too long—been through too much with him—not to notice. It’s my job as his best friend to pick up on these things.

So my goal for whatever we plan for her tonight is to maintain control—and I fucking will.

Cashel slaps her outer thigh with his hand. “Rest time is over. Round two is about to begin.”

Remi blinks her eyes open, staring above herself at the top bunk, her body unmoving. She doesn’t even try to cover herself, and believe me, I have no issue with that. Her body is flawless, down to the cuts, bruises, whip marks, and cane scars. I’d have her no other way. In fact, I’ll have her every fucking way.

“Come here, doll.”

I’m barely able to restrain myself as I back away from the bed and point at the ground before me. She pushes herself up and scoots from the bed, hips swaying, tits slightly bouncing as she moves.

Cashel fixates on her ass, gripping his junk through his pants as she stops at the spot I’m pointing to. I rip my shirt off fast, and her lips part as she looks at my body as if seeing me for the first time. I let her look, flexing my pecs, tightening my abs. I’ve worked hard to get this body, sculpted from fucking stone. I reach out and thread my fingers through her hair, cupping the base of her skull and massaging gently.

“Be a good girl and remove my clothes for me, but take care and fold them neatly on that chair over there.” I point behind myself where the small table and chairs are.

She nods and makes quick work of my pants and boxers, her eyes holding mine captive the entire time. Remington leaves my clothes in a pool by my feet. I stifle the desire to punish her for not obeying a direct order as the warmth of her body fucks with my mind, and the desire to take her mouth outweighs all other needs. I lower my head to hers, our lips a whisper apart from one another. I’m about to erase the distance between us when she’s pulled from my grasp, pressed against the bare chest of Cashel.

“I’ve been dying to do this,” he says before crushing his lips to hers.

I’m fucking pissed at his show of possession. Her mouth was mine to taste first, but I let it slide. There are sweeter things to claim.

And make no mistake, Remington ismineto claim first.

Cashel will soon learn this.

I move in behind her, dropping to my knees, planting kisses over her supple ass as I urge her legs apart. Cashel has her arms pinned at the base of her back in one hand, the other fisting her hair as he moans against her mouth.

Licking across a red welt, I feel the girl shudder under my touch as I spread her cheeks apart. She squirms but can’t free herself from Cash’s grasp as I stare at her puckered hole, just one of the many places on Remington Radcliffe I plan to stake my claim.

“Take her to the bed,” I bark, standing behind her.

Cash pulls off her lips and retreats, stepping out of his pants and boxers before falling onto the bottom bunk. I give Remi a push between her shoulder blades and she stumbles forward, right on top of my best friend until they are face-to-face—exactly how I wanted.I adjust her, picking her up under her arms until she shifts her legs outside of his hips.

“Kiss him like you mean it, doll. Like he’s your fucking salvation—the very reason you fucking breathe.”

I land a spank on her ass, and she squeals. Remington tucks her hair behind her ears before leaning down to obey my command, and fuck does she give me a view. Bent over, with her legs spread over Cash’s, her pussy blossoms like a flower. I move in, pushing against her wet lips with my fingers, spreading her juicy hole open.

“I can see inside you, doll. Do you have any idea how fucking hot that is?”

She moans in response, and I see her pussy clench, throbbing and aching to be filled, no doubt. Extending my tongue, I circle around her pulsing hole before stabbing it viciously inside of her.

Mine.

Mine to claim.

Her core constricts around my tongue as I pull it out before plunging it back inside of her, flicking it around her hot, tight channel. She tastes insane, like a slice of fucking heaven sent here for me to use and fucking destroy. I move a hand under her and finger her clit as I fuck her hole with my mouth, feeling the wetness gathering quickly—so fucking responsive—but she doesn’t get to come again.

Not until I fucking do.

“Enough,” I growl, pulling her off of Cash by her hair and dropping her to the floor. “Time to put that snarky little mouth of yours to better use.” Remington flicks her eyes up to mine, fury blazing within them.

Good.

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