Triple Threat (Deception Duet 1)

I don’t have time to consider it any longer because he pulls me into a handicapped bathroom. As soon as the door closes, he snaps the lock on it.

Oh God.

I’m alone with him.

His hand jerks toward my face and I flinch out of habit. But, rather than striking me, he grips my jaw, angling my face in different directions as though he’s studying every detail. All I can do is stare back, hating how attractive I find him even when he’s being like this.

“You’re nothing like her.” His words are spat at me almost cruelly. “Nothing.”

“W-Who?”

He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, dragging the flesh almost painfully to the side. Then, he slips his thumb between my lips. I bite down on his thumb because I don’t want it in my mouth. I don’t want him touching me at all. He hisses in pain and his lip curls up.

Oh God.

I’ve enraged him.

No turning back now. I’m already here, trapped in his grasp. And since there will be no flight, all that’s left is to fight.

I bite harder, feeling my teeth pierce his flesh. A metallic taste washes over my tongue. I’ve drawn blood. Good.

“Feisty little thing,” he growls. “So you want to play, huh? Let’s play.”

Chapter Seventeen

Scout

Oh, I like her.

I can see why my brothers are so enamored.

She’s a fiery, devilish temptation all dolled up to look like an angel. The thing with angels, though, is they’re easy to drag to the dark side. You just give them a taste of sin or a gift of pleasure. Breaking their wings is a treat. Crushing their halo is like a taste of heaven itself.

Welcome to the dark side, princess.

My thumb hurts like a sonofabitch, but it’s not like she can bite it off. She’d have to go through bone and she’s not a fucking dog. Eventually, she’ll let go. I’ll make her let go.

With my free hand, I grip her tit over her shirt. She cries out in surprise. Her death grip on my thumb doesn’t relent. Stubborn as fuck.

I grab her tit roughly before releasing it. She sucks in a sharp breath around my thumb as my other hand finds the button of her jeans. Without much effort, I undo her button and work the zipper down.

“Let go,” I warn, my voice like shards of glass stabbing at her.

Her answer is to bite harder.

Fuck.

I shove my hand down into the front of her jeans, the silk of her panties the only barrier keeping my fingers from pushing inside her. I’m not interested in fingerfucking her, but I have an idea to make her turn my thumb loose that’s still held hostage between her vicious teeth.

“Wednesday night, you came like a good girl over the phone. I know you’ve been fantasizing ever since. For this moment.” I grin wolfishly at her. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Fuck. Maybe she will bite my goddamn thumb off.

I rub my middle finger over her panties, working it between the lips of her pussy. The second it pushes against her clit, she whimpers. My brow lifts as I watch her pretty face turn a lovely shade of red.

“When you moan and finally release me, I’m going to shove my fingers somewhere else. Somewhere where you can’t hurt me.”

Her blue eyes flash with a mixture of fear and desire. Dirty little girl. She’s warring between hating this moment and wanting more.

“You can’t stop me, either,” I taunt. “Your pleas will fall on deaf ears.”

Each breath she takes is ragged. Almost needy. I rub at her clit, enjoying the way her lashes flutter and the grip she has on my thumb loosens.

“In fact, I’ll get off on your begging,” I continue with a sneer. “I’ll come all over your face as you cry.”

Her eyes close and her nostrils flare. With each rub against her sensitive spot, her hips jerk. She likes my touch. Filthy falling angel.

Come down a little more so I can break your wings, beautiful.

Lips close around my thumb and I can almost imagine how they’d look around my dick instead. Her teeth no longer ravage my skin because her tongue has taken over, needily laving over my flesh.

Shouldn’t have let go, angel.

I yank my hand from her mouth and the other from her pants before she can orgasm. The shriek of surprise and disappointment make my cock thicken. Too easily, I could fuck her. She could scream no all she wants but her wet pussy would be arguing with her all the way.

She wants, no needs, for me to release her.

Break her because you can.

Grabbing hold of her hair, I twist her around so she’s facing the mirror. I push her forehead against it so she can see the need burning in her eyes. She doesn’t even fight me as I jerk her jeans and panties down past her ass.