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“I want one,” she says, her voice slightly raised.

I lower my gaze to her and loosen my hold on Karson’s throat. “What?”

“I want a choice.”

“I heard you. What’s your choice?”

I know what’s coming. I know because she hasn’t pulled his hand away from her. I don’t want to hear it.

But I need to.

“I want you to let him touch me,” she says as she sits up.

What game is she playing? I don’t know, but I don’t like it. I pull my hand from Karson’s throat, and he gasps for air. “He already had you once today, wanderer. He can’t have you again tonight.” I grip Karson’s wrist. “If you don’t take your hand off her right now, I’ll break your goddamn arm.”

He rips his hand away. “Fine, but only because that’s my good knifing arm.”

I get into bed beside her, turning her on her side and nestling her ass against my pelvis. And putting more space between her and Karson. I bring my mouth to her ear. “Don’t ever side with him again.” I drop my hand to her abdomen and slip it down the front of her pants. My hand soaks up her heat, and I leave my fingers wrapped around the curve of her mound. “This pussy is mine. Don’t forget it. Even if he touches you, even when he’s inside you, remember who you belong to.”

She gasps against my touch.

“You’re mine, and I willalwaysbe the last man to mark you.” My hand remains firmly planted on her pussy.

Mypussy.

“Goodnight, wanderer.”

ChapterTwenty-One

Leana

Islept all night between two madmen, and Gentry’s hand is still down my pants when I wake the next morning. The sinful thoughts I had during the night coat his fingertips. Gentry stirs, tugs his hand away, and puts his fingers into his mouth, tasting me. It lights a fire between my legs, as if his hand was the only thing that had smothered the eternal flames. He effortlessly pulls me over his lap, drawing me in for a kiss. He inhales all of me, as if he’s taking my soul inside him. It’d probably be alone in there.

I grind my pelvis into his, rocking my hips and sliding my slit along his ridiculously huge dick. It feels like I’m grinding on a log. Un-fucking-necessary. I’m fanning the flame his hand created. I look over at Karson, curled up on his side, fast asleep.

“Just grind your sweet little pussy against me, wanderer. After my touch all night, you’re aching for release, aren’t you?”

I ride the inseam of my jeans against his zipper, back and forth, until my motions grow ragged. Until I’m digging my knees into the mattress and trying to hold down every moan to keep from waking Karson. Gentry drops his head back as he grips my hips and guides me along his shaft. I feel like I’m being unfair, chasing my pleasure while he can only sit there and feel mine.

My thoughts wander to last night and the sexy show of possession from Gentry. Then Karson kept rubbing my clit, even as he was being choked out. Imagine dying and the last thing you did was stroke the clit of your brother’s girl.

Wait.

Am I Gentry’s? Just his? Or has this transformed into something else entirely? A thrupple I never imagined or asked for. One where two psychopaths want to sandwich me between them and fuck me in different ways. Maybe fuck me together?

These thoughts fill me with the intense urge to come. I want to get off. Ineeda release.

“Bite me,” Gentry whispers. “Moan your pleasure into my flesh.”

I listen because I have no other choice. I’m about to scream through the intense orgasm cresting like a wave between my legs. I lean into Gentry, inhaling the scent of murder and cigarettes. My mouth opens and I sink my teeth into his shoulder. My moans slip past, so I bear down with my teeth until his hips rise and his hands press me tight against his lap.

“Fuck,” Gentry says, and I release my grip on his shoulder.

Karson turns over, his eyes narrow. “What the fuck kind of junior-high bullshit is this?”

“How long have you been awake?” Gentry asks as he pushes me off his lap.

“Long enough to hear you two acting like horned-up teenagers in the back of your mom’s borrowed minivan,” he says with a curl of his lip. He gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom. “You two are lame, and I need a shower. Thief, if you want a real fucking, you know where I’ll be.” He slams the bathroom door behind him.

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