Page 40 of Judgment Day

“Linc—” Her words cut off with a moan when he leaned down and bit her. Her eyes were hooded, and her cheeks were flushed.

Fuck.

I should have walked away, but god damn, I was hypnotized.

“You’re mine, Songbird.” Lincoln grabbed her thighs and slid her dress up to her waist. “This is mine,” he growled. “Fuck, look at it.”

I wanted to. God, I wanted to. I imagined it, soft and pink and swollen.

“It’s so fucking wet.”

And that. Jesus, andthat.

Lincoln brought his hand to her pussy, touching what I couldn’t.

“This is mine.” His head moved, and I imagined he was running his tongue over her slick center, exactly like I would do.

Lyric threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk harder. Her feet flew to his shoulders, opening herself up for him.

Lincoln laughed, deep and low. His head tipped back to look up at her. “You like being mine, don’t you, Songbird?”

“Yes,” she breathed, barely loud enough for me to hear.

My cock was so angry. So hard. Throbbing against the wool of my pants with the ache to release, the need to fuck. A feral beast awakened after years and years of lonely days and restless nights, of watching without touching, of wanting without taking.

“You want me to eat this pussy, baby? Fuck your cunt with my tongue? Tease that tight little ass?” Lincoln’s voice was low and throaty.

“God, yes.” Her back arched up, begging him for those things he promised.

Fuuuuuuuck.

He shoved his fingers in her perfect, sweet cunt. I knew because I’d been inside it. I remembered the way her body responded to my tongue, to my touch.

Lyric lifted her head and opened her eyes.

And looked right at me.

I should’ve been ashamed.

I waited for her to tell him to stop or to blush and look away. I waited for anything. But she held my gaze. Daring me to look away. Her eyes were dark and teasing. Her tongue swept over her bottom lip, then she pulled it between her teeth. She rocked her hips with purpose, never taking her eyes off mine. That look said everything—hunger, thirst, need,forgiveness.

It was pleasure and agony and bliss. And so fucking intense I thought it would split me in two. I didn’t deserve that look. But I stole it. I took it from him like the devil I was as she arched her back and dug her fingertips in his hair.

“Fuck yeah. Fuck my face. Ride my fucking fingers.”

That’s my sweet girl. Take what you want. Own it,I told her with my eyes.

She made the sweetest fuckingnnnnnsound. Then, “Oh, God.” Her hips moved faster. “Harder.”

Lincoln’s arm moved faster, harder, just like she’d asked. The room filled with the distinct sound of fingers fucking wet flesh, of sucking and tonguing. Of panting and moaning.

Her breath grew shallow and ragged. Her hips lifted off the desk, and I watched her body shudder, the muscles in her neck tighten, her hands reach for anything to clench on to. She was close, so close to coming apart. For him. For me. Forus.

“Come for me.”

Come for me.

With my eyes locked on hers, I clenched my jaw and gave her a single nod. And then she came apart… with my fucking name on her lips.

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