Torn (Dark Legacy Duet 2)

I reach out my hands, touch them to his chest, then up to his face. When I get on tiptoe to kiss him, he takes a handful of hair and begins to wind it around his fist. He forces my head backward, so I can’t kiss him, but I have to look at him.

“Do you want him?” he asks.

I search his eyes, give a quick shake of my head.

He chuckles. “Liar.”

He spins me around and moves us two steps, bends me over, keeping hold of my hips.

I reach out to grip the edge of the bed as he slaps my inner thighs. I widen my legs and hear him unzip his jeans and I look up at Gregory and his eyes have gone black and he’s watching us.

“Yeah. Like that,” Sebastian says. “Look at him while I fuck you.”

I pull away, but he catches me, and forces me back into position.

“Stop,” I try.

He grips my hair and tugs my head back, making me look at Gregory. I feel the fingers of his other hand open me.

“You’re dripping, Helena.”

I reach back, grab his forearm, try to pry him off, but he pushes me forward, forces my face into the bed and slides his cock into me.

My body stretches for him, but that first instant, it always takes my breath away and I let out a small sound.

He lets go of my hair and his big hands close over my hips, spreading me wider. I look back at him, and he drags his gaze to mine as he pulls out, then thrusts, the force making me grunt, and I can’t look away from him when he does it again, then again.

I feel a tear slide from my eye, over the bridge of my nose and drop onto the bed.

Sebastian sees it too and he stops, pulls out, turns me over onto my back. He tugs me to the edge of the bed, pushes into me, and I wrap my legs around him. He leans down over me, taking my arms wide, holding them like that, his face an inch from mine.

I raise my head, kiss him. It’s a soft kiss, this first one, but the next one is deeper, and I feel him move inside me, slow and deep and he stops kissing me to turn me over again, this time on my elbows and knees on the bed and when he hooks a finger inside my ass, all I can do is feel.

I lay my cheek down and blink softly and my mouth opens as I try to suck in air and Gregory is still watching us. He’s watching, and his eyes are black and his jaw is tight. His erection pushes against his pants and I arch my back and push against Sebastian, rising up a little, readying myself to be fucked, really fucked.

Wanting it.

Wanting it like this.

Sebastian curls his finger and grips me from the inside and with his other hand, he’s holding me in place and fucking me hard, punishing me with each thrust, punishing me for being aroused. For wanting this.

For wanting to come while his brother watches.

And when I do, it’s ecstasy and I close my eyes and feel Sebastian behind me, inside me, and he swells, and his thrusts come short and hard until he stills, and his cock is pumping inside me, emptying inside me and I want more of him, all of him, I need him to fill me up and keep me like this.

I need him to keep me.9SebastianI watch my brother walk out and listen to the door click closed behind him.

Helena rolls onto her side, shifts her gaze from the door to me.

“That was cruel.”

I look at her. “Letting him watch us fuck was cruel? He’ll get off on it.”

I slide my gaze over her before going into the bathroom to switch on the shower.

“Come here, Helena.”

She obeys. She’s sweet when she’s obedient.

I open the shower door. It’s large enough for two and I step in behind her. She closes her eyes, dips her head under the flow. I drag my gaze away to pick up the washcloth and bodywash.

She’s so beautiful, sleek and wet, slender, but not soft, lean with muscle. She doesn’t protest when I begin to wash her, the fucking and the water sobering me a little.

Thing is, on this day, it’s hard to get drunk and harder to stay drunk.

The bruises Lucinda left have all but faded, only a few still tender, yellowing spots remaining.

“Almost ready for new marks?” she asks sarcastically when I turn her to face me.

“I won’t do what she did to you. I won’t hurt you like that. You know that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about today?”

I duck my head under the water and she takes the washcloth from me, starts at my shoulders.