Page 28 of Borrowed

Owning him.

Every movement was precise, perfect, obscene.

I couldn’t breathe.I couldn’t move.

My hand drifted down my belly before Toby growled.

“Don’t.Touch.Yourself.”He commanded without even looking.

My body locked.I whimpered.

Toby’s eyes flicked up to mine, dark with amusement.“You only get to dip your fingers into that soaking aching cunt when I say.But you can watch.You can watch me make him fall apart while you burn for us.”

Leo’s head tipped back, one hand buried in Toby’s hair, tangled with those bandages, the other clenched at his side.

He was shaking.

Falling.

Melting.

I watched him fall apart for Toby.

For me.

And I couldn’t decide if the tears sliding down my cheeks were from lust or longing.

Maybe both.

Leo was whispering something now—soft, breathless, like he couldn’t believe any of this was real.Like he didn’t know whether he wanted to run or stay forever.

Toby didn’t stop.

His mouth worked over him like sin wrapped in silk, hands guiding Leo to the edge, sucking his dick, teasing his testicles.Every time Leo moaned, Toby hummed around him, like he fed off the sound.

Like he was devouring him.

I was shaking, so hot I couldn’t breathe.

Dripping wet.

Cold despite the hot water.

My thighs clenched.

Nails biting into the tiled wall.

I didn’t know whether I wanted to scream or sob.

“P-please let me,” I panted.

Toby looked up at me again.He knew.He loved that I was breaking for him.

“Uh-uh, Sister.Watch.Want.But don’t you fucking dare touch yourself.”

When Leo came undone, stuttering with breath and stifled curses, Toby swallowed him down without hesitation.Without mercy, his mouth didn’t raise when Leo came.He pushed down further, forcing him to break before me.Leo slumped, eyes dazed, and I thought maybe it was over.

It wasn’t.