Page 133 of Sweetheart: Part One

Fuck, this was getting out of hand.

My cheeks were on fire, knowing that Drake and Love were watching too, now.

“Come. Here.” Ebony snarled, a command in his voice now. I gasped as Rook tightened his grip on my hair, forcing my neck into an arch so I was looking right at Ebony.

His pupils were blown with rage.

“You got her all worked up for me,” Rook said.

I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my expression as blank as possible as pleasure built in my veins—worse with the dark look on Ebony’s face.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Then Ebony reached out in an instant, fist closing around my neck. “I said,” he snarled, “Get. Up.”

In front of the whole room, I came that instant, a long, low moan escaping my chest—and it may have honestly been the most embarrassing moment of my life.

When I got my bearings, Ebony hadn’t let me go, and he looked so taken aback it might have been comical. Except for the fact I was currently hoping the floor would open and swallow me whole.

Finally, he let me go, and I sank back against Rook.

“Fuck.” Rook’s voice was a low growl in my ear, the vibration of that sound rippling up my back. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Baby Girl.”

I couldn’t look up at any of them, the full weight of what I’d just done slamming down. But then Rook was standing, dragging me with him. Next thing I knew, he’d ducked down, slung me over his shoulder and marched me to his room.

His bedroom door closed with a slam, and he set me down only to hoist me up by my hips. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and reached up, slamming my back against his door.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, staring down at him.

“I’m not nearly done,” he growled. “You’re going to come while you’re looking at me.”

I panted, fingers weaving through the messy dark waves of his hair to keep myself upright. This was no longer a show for Ebony. I could tell him to stop—Ishould. He would, if I believed anything of Rook, it was at least that.

But of course, I didn’t.

“Told you I’d grow on you, Baby Girl,” he said, tugging my panties out of the way.

He’d grow on me?Hewas the one who’d just hoisted me to his shoulders and pinned me against his door.

“Fuckyou,” I hissed, then inhaled sharply as he drove his fingers back inside me and dragged his tongue against my clit. I groaned, back slamming against his door, grip tight in his hair as he worked me with his tongue and fingers.

I was a panting mess before he drew away.

“Admit. It,” he demanded. “You want me.”

“I wanted to get back at Ebony,” I hissed. “I still—” But I cut off with a sharp inhale as I felt one of his fingers shift, and there was a pressure against my back entrance.

“What was that?” he asked with a delighted grin as he drew his tongue from my clit and looked up at me with glittering chestnut eyes.

“I still…” My breath caught as he increased the pressure against my hole.“I fucking hate you,”I spat, the words half true, half dare.

I let out a low whine as he pressed two fingers into my pussy and buried a third in my back hole.

Fuck.

Fuck…

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