Page 167 of The Masks and the Dancer (Their Obsession 2)

CHAPTER38

KONRAD

“The bath’s ready,” I say, standing in the doorway to Leon’s bathroom, my shoulder pressed against the door frame as I look upon my brothers and the woman I love.

Jakub downs his last mouthful of bourbon, placing the glass on the table while Christy lifts out of Leon’s lap, taking his hand in hers before offering her other hand to Jakub.

He blows out a long breath, then grasps her fingers in his as she leads them towards me.

Stepping aside, I begin to quietly undress, watching my brothers do the same.

When Christy starts to remove her dress Leon stops her.

“No, allow us,” he urges.

She nods, her hand falling away as Leon steps behind her and sweeps her long hair over one shoulder, unzipping her dress. With my hand pumping my dick in gentle strokes, I watch as his fingers slide over her shoulders and push the material from her skin. It falls to the floor in a puddle of silk and her birthmark flushes a deep burgundy from our combined arousal.

Beneath the dress she wears nothing but a pair of cream cotton knickers and my cock instantly thickens as I marvel at how turned on I am in her presence. I walk around in a perpetual state of arousal, sporting a semi that instantly hardens the moment she bares herself to us.

Just like now.

With her hands by her sides, her fingers lightly grazing her hips, she waits, understanding that in this moment we need to take control.

Leon presses a kiss against her shoulder, his lips stroking across her skin, the darkness of his hair contrasting with her pale skin and halo of flaming tresses. She tips her head to the side, her mouth parting on a moan as he kisses up her neck and catches her earlobe between his teeth, one hand cupping her breast and the other her mound.

“I’m going to make you come whilst my brothers watch. Spread your legs,” he commands.

She obeys, her legs parting and allowing Leon to slip two fingers between her folds, rubbing her gently.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Jakub step into the sunken bath. He wades to the far end, taking a seat on the sunken ledge, his hand disappearing beneath the water as he watches Leon stroke Christy’s pussy. Taking his lead, I step into the bath too, groaning at the warmth and the way Christy’s hips grind against Leon’s hand.

Jakub nods, his gaze flicking to me briefly before returning to Leon and Christy. Without even having to ask I know what he feels. This is our goodbye, because as much as we believe in Christy, in Thirteen and her ability, there are never any guarantees. Settling down on the ledge beside him, my dick twitches as I watch our brother gently pull apart her pussy lips with his fingers and showing us the deep blush of her pussy before swirling his thumb over her clit. His arms are tight around her, his cheek resting against hers as she stares at Jakub and I, her ghost eyes drinking us in, as though she too needs to commit our faces to memory just like we do hers.

“Fuck,” I exclaim, unable to articulate my feelings other than in curse words. She’s so goddamn beautiful, so wet and glistening with arousal, so utterly and irrevocably ours.

Turning her head to the side, she looks up at Leon. “Kiss me,” she whispers.

”Forever and always,” he smiles, before cupping her cheek and kissing her deeply all the while fingering her expertly. She groans into his mouth, her hand coming up to grasp his head, pulling him closer.

They remain like that, her hips grinding against his hand, as they kiss and kiss and kiss until her body begins to shake and her legs wobble from the oncoming orgasm he’s drawing out.

“Leon, I want you to fuck Christy,” Jakub grinds out, the desperate need in his voice evident. “Show her and us how much you love her. Fuck her until she can’t see straight. Take her. Now.”

Believe me, I’m right there with Jakub, my own cock weeping precum as I watch Leon break the kiss and walk her over to the wall. He presses her against the stone, her cheek turned to the side as he runs his lips, teeth and tongue over her scarred back, loving the place he was partly responsible for damaging.

When he lowers to his knees behind her, licking between her crack and biting the globe of her arse, she parts her legs for him and arches her lower back. Taking that as the invite it is, he grabs her arse in his tattooed hands and ducks his head licking her from slit to crack and back again. She moans and his dick bobs in answer, the tip engorged and angry, needing release.

“I said fuck her, Leon,” Jakub repeats, and Leon flashes him a crooked smile before he rises back upwards, grasps her hips and pulls her back slightly before slamming into her with one hard thrust.

Christy screams from the sudden intrusion, and Leon’s spine arches from the tight grip and warmth of her pussy. It’s a feeling we’ve all experienced. Fucking Christy,lovingChristy is like coming home. No, it is home.She’shome.

“I can’t hold back, Christy,” Leon warns.

“Don’t. Don’t hold back,” she murmurs, biting into her lower lip as he wraps one hand around her long hair as he fucks her,hard. Christy cries out, alternating between deep, throaty moans and high-pitched mewls. Once again she sings for us and the sound is a melody I’ll never tire of.

Despite the tension Leon holds in his muscles, and the look of sheer agony and ecstasy on his face as he slams into her, this isn’t about being violent. This is about staking his claim, owning her body as much as she owns his heart. This is about a man terrified of losing the woman he loves and imprinting her on his body as much as his soul.

I get that.

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