Page 125 of Dukes of Peril

The only one I care about is the girl in front of me. I touch her chin. “You sure you’re okay?”

It’s a loaded question. Is she okay with what just happened? With me coming on her face in front of a group of DKS? With the way things are between us? Despite being hungry, part of me wishes we were already back at the tower, piled into Sy’s bed. These last two nights without her have been complete shit.

“I’m…” she bites down on her bottom lip, squirming beneath my gaze. The antsy energy about her makes sense. She probably just wants to get the fuck away from here, too. Finally, she answers, “I’m fine. I promise.”

“I have a question,” Remy asks, giving her a long, considering look. “How did you learn to dance like that?”

“Seriously,” I say, thinking about how easy she made it look. Our girl has secret talents. “What’s up with that?”

She shrugs, cheeks going pink. “I learned it when I was at the Hideaway.”

Sy goes eerily still, fists clenching. “I thought they never put you to work.”

“They didn’t,” she assures, eyes rolling. “But I needed to stay active, and Auggie’s not going to let an investment go to waste. She had a few of the girls come down and show me some of their routines. It kept me limber, and… also, you know. Just in case they decided to send me upstairs…” She makes a vague gesture that doesn’t make Sy any less inclined to unclench his jaw.

Remy, however, brings his hand together in a clap. “Remind me to send Augustine flowers.” He opens the door and slides across the back seat, but when Lavinia goes to follow, I grab her hand, stopping her.

“You were so fucking good,” I remind her, kissing her the way I wanted to during the show. It’s long and slow, hard and deep, and when I pull away, she sends me the kind of smile I spent two years desperate to see.

“So were you,” she says.

Remy’s hand latches around her waist, pulling her inside the vehicle.

“I’m going to get, like… three sides of bacon,” I tell Sy, after I slam the back door, securing both Remy and Lavinia in the back. “And I don’t want any of your shit about nitrates.”

He shrugs and opens the driver’s side door. “Hey, it’s your colon.” He looks over at me when I get in, the interior shrouded in darkness. “The Diner?”

“Yes,” Remy calls from the back seat. Sy starts the car, shifting it in gear. We pull out of the parking lot and I flip open the glove compartment, rummaging around in the dark.

“Hey, Little Bird,” I pull out a pack of wipes, “you need to wipe my cum off your—?” I turn in my seat, the sentence stalling at the sight of Remy’s tongue lathing over her chin, already doing the job. I arch an eyebrow. “Guess not.”

Lavinia’s head drops back, giving him room to suck a mark into her throat. But then, in a quick motion, she slings her leg over his lap, straddling him.

His eyes widen. “Fuck yes–magenta.” Pushing her hair out of her face, he springs up to lick into her mouth. She shrugs her way out of her coat, moaning as he slips his fingers between her legs, voice rough. “Goddamn, you’re soaked.”

She turns her head, catching my eye. “Apparently, that’s what sucking on Nick Bruin’s cock does to me.”

Even though I just came–possibly harder than I have in my life–my dick twitches back to life. “Fuck, why didn’t you say something?” I say, palming myself as I watch her rock into Remy’s hardness. “I would have eaten your pussy, or–”

Remy yanks down the cups of her top, and while he buries his face in her tits, his fingers push and pull at the garters. The left one snaps, followed by the right. “I can do it. You need to get off?” he asks, licking a path up to her chin.

Her answer is clear, edged with urgency. “I need your cock in me.” She rises, fumbling clumsily with his belt. “Now.”

“Jesus,” Sy mutters next to me, eyes darting between the street and the rearview mirror. “I can head home if you need—”

“No,” she mewls against Remy. “No, I can’t wait. Can’t we just…?”

“Give her what she needs, Rem,” I say, bending between the seats and shoving my hand between her legs. I groan at what I feel, her pussy hot and so slick that it’s seeped a wet spot into Remy’s designer pants.

Was she like this the whole time she was sucking me off?

Straining over the distance, I yank the crotch aside for him. Remy’s struggling frantically out of his pants, eyes dark and intent as he shoves them down his hips, slumping lower on the seat. “You good?” I ask, watching him grab the base of his dick.

“Yeah,” he says, cradling the back of her neck as he lines himself up, rubbing the head of his cock through her slick folds.

Lavinia sinks instantly down, gasping against Remy’s mouth. “God, yes,” she cries, letting him fill her up. I squeeze my dick as I watch her adjust, Remy’s fingertips digging divots into the pale globes of her ass when she gives a gentle, testing rock.

I slide my hand to the crevice of her ass, pushing the lacy thong aside. I don’t ask, I just find her puckered hole. Using her own wetness to ease the way, I push a slow finger in, reveling in the way she clenches. “How’s that?” I ask, dragging in and out.

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