Page 22 of Room Six

Rune’s gaze draws past my bare stomach to land on mine. “Because that’s how addiction works.”

“To me?”

He traces the tip of his tongue over the crease of my folds and stops shy of reaching my clit. A shudder of anticipation runs through me.

“Rune!” I gasp.

“You sound doubtful.”

“Curious,” I counter.

“Hold her open for me, Rune.”

When Rune does what Danika asks, my criminal lover drags his finger through my folds and passes the roughened pad of his thumb over my clit.

A deep, sultry sigh is instant and dragged out of me without consent.

They do that to me. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

Danika’s hooded gaze flicks to mine, and he rubs the pad of his wet finger over my lower lip. “Taste and find out for yourself,” he commands deeply.

I latch onto the challenge in his tone. I try to stay calm under the weight of his gaze as I open for him, but my blood pressure goes wild at the taste of myself. It’s not the first time I’ve tasted myself. It’s the smoky smoothness of his voice, the surroundings and the heat in Danika’s gaze that has me losing my breath.

But what really sends me over the edge is the way Danika takes my face in his hands and claims my lips in a harsh, fiery kiss.

Tongue, lips, and teeth all clash together. Ragged breathing and thrashing hearts. My hands fly to his chest. Not to push him away, but to take a hold of his shirt and rip the buttons open so I can finally have more skin on skin.

Tiny buttons fall to the carpet and not until I have my hands on his inked pecs do I feel the urgency in me calm a fraction.

He’s been nothing but gentle with me until now. Maybe fear of scaring me away has kept his rougher side locked away, but I like this side of him.

Teeth find the tender flesh of my lower lip. He bites down and there’s nothing I can do. There’s nowhere to escape. The pinch of pain shoots through me and then he’s there soothing it away with swipes of his tongue.

Between my legs Rune has found what he wants too.

He licks me from pussy to clit over and over again. Licking, sucking, and grabbing tender flesh to bite.

I moan and ride his face in slow sways of my hips. Fingers dip under my ass and I am held open like fresh fruit at a Sunday brunch. With my legs splayed wide and my ass bare, I have little control over this situation. Behind me Oliver’s hard cock digs into the crease of my ass. He rocks slowly as if to warm me up to the idea of them taking me there, too. They promised it would happen but have yet to deliver on their word.

Danika’s breath mixes with mine. I breathe in as he exhales, and he does the same. There’s no end to him and no beginning to me. I try to calm my heart from tearing a hole through me, but they have it racing uncontrollably.

He breaks away and presses his forehead to mine. “You’re my fucking end and my beginning, woman. You're going to send us to hell one day.” He puts a hand to my throat. Strong, unyielding fingers tighten their hold on me. I’m held against Oliver with Rune between my legs.

“Who do you belong to, Magnolia?”

Inside my head a voice screams danger. Instinct brings my hand to his thick wrist.

“Magnolia, I asked you a question.”

I have no hope of ever fighting him off. But I don’t find an ounce of malice in his expression when I shoot my eyes to his. There is nothing but pure, controlled dominance.

And love.

I’ve never wanted to sink to the floor and find my submissive pose in my life and this man makes me want to be that for him.

I raise my chin. My heart jackhammers. Nightmares come rushing forward and it takes all my strength to fight them back into the darkness of my mind. I realize the feeling differs completely from the last man who tried to shut off my air supply.

“You, Danika. I belong to you and your best friends. Now show me who you belong to.”

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