Page 25 of Wicked Little Lies

MAGDALENA

Iopen my eyes, and Jac is there, sprawled on a chair in front of the bed.

As our gazes connect, those green eyes are burning hot, and I come.

A spasm rocks me, and I cry out as wave after wave of pleasure slam me.

Jac smiles.

The bastard rests his chin in one ringed hand, his other working over that glorious, pierced cock that’s still in his trousers. He smiles like this is a show he bought front row tickets for.

“Make it rough, Hendrick,” he says, ignoring me, even as he stares. “Enough of this pussy-hearted bullshit. Punish her. Make the pretty cunt pay.”

I tremble.

Beneath me, Hendrick has gone still, fingers biting into my thighs harder.

Then he moves, rubbing his face along my slit, tongue sliding. He shifts, turning, and he bites my thigh, hard. An electric shot zaps me, and then he turns back to my pussy,nibbling his way along the lips and up, and he starts to finger fuck me. Soft at first and then harder, biting and sucking my clit, and I can’t help it. I grind down on him, panting, unable to break the eye-lock with Jac.

“Like that, do you, MG?” Jac asks me, undoing his trousers to pull his cock out, that sweet curve, the veins along the shaft. He jerks himself slowly, running his thumb over the top, where his Prince Albert piercing is, spreading the precum. “Like being eaten the fuck out while I watch?”

“Fuck you, Jac,” I say, pushing the words out on a pant.

His grin turns feral, utterly filthy. “That’s the idea. When he’s finished prepping you for me.”

Beneath me, Hendrick growls, sinking his teeth into my outer lip, pulling it into his mouth. It makes me jump, quiver, the sensations cascading, crashing into each other, and I’m throbbing, humming, buzzing inside. Then he returns to my clit, pushing me up and into another orgasm, and I come hard on him, pushing into him, rocking against him so I get maximum friction on my clit to really send me spinning with those heated blasts of pleasure.

It becomes too much, but he doesn’t let go. He pushes a finger into my ass, and sucks my clit, holding me as I try to fight.

Jac laughs. “I’ll come and hold you down, cunt. Maybe take your ass.”

A dark and wild thrill rocks me.

Oh,god.

The two of them.

This is fantasy spinning out in real time. It’s wonderful.

What I’d give to have both of them…

“Let him make you come. We’ll compare notes.” Jac’s eyes glitter as his smile drips with sleaze, the kind that makes stomach and heart lurch, makes my blood pump. “Wreck your holes. Punish the absolute fuck out of you.”

Hendrick’s administrations go from too much to not enough, and I start to rock again, my entire body pulsing. Jac gets up, comes over and grabs my face. He digs fingers into my bruise and the pain jolts through me, morphing to a sharp pleasure, and another orgasm hits.

I moan.

“You deserve to be used, MG. Used and left in a heap. No orgasms. Just there to service us. A cum rag until we’re done with you.” He leans in, mouth almost on mine, the scent of him, that lavender and leather and spiced honey.

And somehow, it mixes with that dark cardamom, black pepper, cacao and earthiness of Hendrick that’s already on me, and I almost explode from the heady, wild magic it weaves.

“Lucky for you,” he says, “Hendrick’s got a veneer of decency. But you stole, and that can’t go unpunished.”

Jac doesn’t use safe words. He’s a wild card, one with an edge that’s as dangerous as Hendrick’s, but his comes without the safety lights. Jac can go way too far. And while I love it, too far is too far. Being covered in bruises and feeling the wrong side of abused is a price I don’t want to pay.

Not unless I give permission.

Jac doesn’t care about that except—

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