Page 349 of Hell Hath No Fury
For me, that was the addiction—balancing upon that heady knife edge of both immense desire and fury.
It brought us closer, made us fuck and love harder, and even though I knew we could survive without it, why should we if we both agreed to it?
To some, maybe that made me a sick bastard. Maybe it meant I didn’t deserve her.
Maybe every single one of us were on a first class train straight to hell, and Rose and I were among the ones who knew that and had decided fuck it, let’s dance within the flames before we’re even due to arrive.
Either way, I’d quit caring about what kind of person it made me. Rose wasn’t just comfortable with the way I was—with the way she was and the things we got off from doing—but she also loved and reveled in it.
She came alive, and in watching her, so did I.
Normality was fine, but it wasn’t for us, and I, for one, was fucking glad. “Silent scream,” I commented dryly. “That good, huh?”
“That good,” she said, and turned to her stomach to smile up at me. “How hard are you?”
“So fucking hard I might cry when I finally have you.”
Chuckling, Taurin rolled a condom on.
I left my scotch behind, ensured the curtain was closed with a blue sticker out front, and joined them on the oversized cushion.
“On your knees,” I told Rose.
She crawled onto all fours, but she was goading me, and she wore a feral grin that said she knew it.
So I did what she wanted and gripped her by the neck, easing her up until her hands were tugging at my dress shirt. “Spread your legs, Rose.”
They opened, her back arched, and I kept my eyes glued to hers, waiting for the moment Taurin entered her ass.
Her eyes widened, her face creasing a little, and I groaned. “Good girl,” I said to her lips. “Take it like we both know you want to.” I kissed her, desperate and deplorable with my hand still loosely gripping her slender throat.
A small cry filled my mouth, and I dragged my teeth over her tongue.
“Fuck,” Taurin grunted. “Still so desperately sweet.”
I grinned against Rose’s lips. “I know and so fucking mine.”
“Yours,” she exhaled, her back arching farther as she tried to kiss me.
With my hand still at her throat, I held her where she was while pulling her up. Taurin lowered to his knees behind her until Rose was practically seated on his lap.
I knew, could tell by the pinch to the corners of her mouth, that it wasn’t feeling too good yet. Scooting closer, I skimmed my hands up her thighs to her soaked cunt, and then I plunged one inside and used my thumb to massage her clit. “Better?”
Breathless and rocking over Taurin and my hand, she couldn’t talk, so she just nodded.
He began to thrust gently, using her hips to guide her on and off his cock.
“Rose,” I said, hoarse and tempted to unsheathe from my pants and bury myself inside her.
Knowing what I needed, she gifted me those endlessly dark eyes. Her red lips parted, and short bursts of breath pepperedmy own. Her lids lowered the higher she climbed toward euphoric bliss.
After adding another finger, I then used my other hand to massage her.
Within minutes, her moans began to rival those outside our curtained-off corner, and Taurin cursed, reaching around to palm one of her tits. His other arm circled her waist, lifting and rocking her.
Rose’s breath caught, slicing a moan in half. I kissed her, hard and deep as she and Taurin both released guttural sounds, convulsing and stilling.
Pressing a long kiss to her shoulder, Taurin then retreated from her body. I gathered Rose to me while he deposited the condom in a small trash can just outside the room. He zipped up his slacks, retrieved his jacket, and walked out without a word.
