Page 23 of Haunted (Blackwood Brothers #1)

XAVIER

T he taste of her floods my senses as I flick my tongue against her slick heat. Christ, she’s perfect—responsive despite her protests, arching her back even as she fights the restraints. My free hand wraps around my aching cock, stroking in rhythm with each flick of my tongue.

She’s close. I can feel it in the way her thighs tremble, hear it in the breathless gasps she can’t quite suppress. But what really gets my blood racing is how much wetter she became the moment Julian’s hand disappeared into Elliot’s pants.

Fucking beautiful.

I lift my head enough to speak, my voice rough with arousal. “You taste so goddamn good, sweetheart. But you know what really gets me off?” I press my thumb against her, feeling her jolt at the contact. “How fucking wet you got watching Julian stroke Elliot’s cock.”

She makes a choked sound of denial, but her reactions tell a different story. The evidence is right there on my tongue.

“Oh yes,” I continue, pumping my own shaft harder as I watch her face flush deeper. “The moment his hand wrapped around another man’s dick, you practically gushed in my mouth. You like watching men together, don’t you?”

Julian chuckles darkly. “Happy to provide the entertainment, X.”

Elliot grunts unintelligible, his hips bucking into Julian’s grip despite his continued attempts to grab Julian’s wrist and pull him away. The art dealer’s always been more refined in his tastes—I’ve suspected for years that women don’t do it for him.

“All the girls are taken,” Julian murmurs, his voice strained with his own arousal. “Had to find entertainment somewhere.”

“Fight all you want, Elliot,” I call out before diving back between Mira’s thighs. “We all know you prefer cock anyway.”

Elliot’s strangled groan confirms what I’ve long suspected, and Mira’s answering clench around my tongue tells me exactly how much the display affects her.

I redouble my efforts, determined to push her over the edge.

At the same time, she watches these two powerful men grapple for dominance in front of her.

Julian’s always been opportunistic—he’ll fuck anything that moves when the mood strikes.

But Elliot? Elliot’s been pretending for years with his carefully chosen female companions at gallery openings.

Tonight, with Julian’s relentless hand working him over, all those carefully constructed walls are crumbling.

And Mira’s loving every second of it.

I increase the pressure of my tongue, making her writhe beneath me. Every muscle in her frame is taut with need, fighting against what she wants.

"Don't hold back," I growl against her slick heat. "Stop fighting it. Give me what I want."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, punctuated by soft whimpers she can’t suppress. Before us, Julian’s movements become more urgent, Elliot’s resistance crumbling with each skilled stroke.

“Look at you,” I murmur, keeping my thumb pressed against her. “Soaking wet watching two men while I devour this perfect pussy. You’re exactly the dirty girl I knew you were.”

As she tries to turn her head away from the scene, I increase my grip on her thigh, causing her to freeze, “Don’t you dare look away! Watch Julian make Elliot fall apart while I make you come on my tongue.”

I dive back in, licking her with renewed intensity. “I can feel how close you are. Your thighs are shaking, and your pussy’s clenching. You want to come so fucking bad.”

Her hips buck, pressing her cunt against my mouth despite the restraints. The sound she makes—half protest, half plea—sends blood rushing straight to my cock.

“That’s my girl,” I praise, the vibration of my words against her drawing another desperate sound. “Stop thinking. Stop fighting. Just let yourself feel what I’m doing to you.”

I can practically taste how close she is and feel it in the way she responds to every flick of my tongue. She’s balanced on the knife’s edge, needing the right push to send her over.

“Come for me,” I command, my voice rough. “Flood my mouth. Show me how much you love being tongue-fucked while watching a man jerk off another man. God knows what you’d be like if they were fucking.”

Her body goes rigid, every muscle pulled tight as she teeters on the brink.

“Do it, come. Now.” I demand, sealing my mouth over her clit and sucking hard.

The combination of command and sensation breaks her resolve. A cry tears from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her. I work her through every wave, drinking in her release while she writhes helplessly beneath my mouth.

Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.

Elliot’s control finally shatters completely. His body goes rigid, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he comes hard over Julian’s skilled hand. The sophisticated mask he’s worn for years crumbles entirely as pleasure overwhelms him.

“Good boy,” Julian purrs, his voice taking on a commanding edge I’ve rarely heard from him. “Now get on your knees and open that mouth.”

Mira whimpers at Julian’s words.

But Elliot fights back, his refined composure reasserting itself even with cum still coating Julian’s fingers. “I’m not?—”

“You are,” Julian cuts him off, his tone brooking no argument. He grabs Elliot’s shoulders, forcing him to his knees with surprising strength. “And you’ll do exactly what I tell you to do.”

I watch, fascinated, as Julian completely dominates the older man. Elliot’s always been the cultured one who thinks himself above our cruder methods. Seeing Julian treat him like prey, like one of the women during the Hunt, sends a dark thrill through me.

Julian frees his cock from his pants, thick and hard, before grabbing Elliot by the hair. “Open.”

When Elliot hesitates, Julian’s grip tightens. “I said open that fucking mouth.”

The display gives me ideas. I pull away from Mira’s slick heat and walk around so I’m standing before her as I free my own aching cock. It’s huge and thick enough that her eyes widen when she sees it.

“Your turn, baby,” I growl, pressing the swollen head against her lips.

“If you put that thing in my mouth,” she snarls, her defiance flaring despite her orgasm, “I’ll bite it off.”

I chuckle darkly at the threat, even as arousal spikes through me. “You could try. But we both know you won’t.”

“Try me,” she challenges, her hazel eyes flashing with renewed fire.

“Oh, I intend to.” I trace my thumb along her jawline, feeling the tension there. “But first, let me explain. You bite me, and I’ll make sure you regret it in ways that pretty little mind of yours can’t even imagine.”

She glares up at me, jaw clenched tight in stubborn resistance. But I can see the way her pupils dilate, the flush spreading across her chest. Even my threats turn her on.

“Besides,” I continue, pressing more firmly against her lips, “your mouth was made for taking my cock.”

“Go to hell.”

“Already there, sweetheart. And I’m taking you with me.”

Before she can voice another protest, I grip her jaw and push past her lips, sliding my thick length over her tongue and deep into her throat.

The moment I slide past her lips, her eyelids flutter closed, then her eyes roll back as a deep moan vibrates around my cock. The sound shoots straight through me, intoxicating.

“Fuck,” I breathe, watching her transformation. All that fire, all that resistance—gone in an instant. Her mouth yields completely, tongue moving against me with a desperation that matches my own.

My hand tangles deeper in her hair, gripping tight as I begin to move. "Look at you. There's my good girl."

She moans again, the vibration making me groan. Her eyes drift open, hazy with sudden need, pupils blown wide.

I establish a steady rhythm. “One taste, and you’re already addicted, aren’t you?”

Her throat relaxes, taking more of me with each thrust. The heat of her mouth, the way she’s no longer fighting but actively working with me—it’s everything I knew she could be.

“Turn your head,” I command, adjusting my grip to guide her gaze toward Julian and Elliot. “Watch him.”

Julian has Elliot positioned how he wants him, on his knees, with his cock disappearing between his lips. Elliot’s hands grip Julian’s thighs, no longer resisting but pulling him deeper.

“Look at that,” I murmur. “Elliot’s sucking Julian’s dick like such a good boy. Just like you’re sucking mine like such a good girl.”

Mira whimpers around me, her eyes fixed on the scene even as I continue moving in her throat. The parallel isn’t lost on either of us—two powerful people brought to their knees, reduced to taking what we give them.

“See how well he takes it?” I continue, my thrusts becoming more deliberate. “How he stopped fighting and start obeying? That’s what good boys and girls do. They submit.”

Julian catches my eye, a dark glint flashing as he fucks the other man’s mouth. “He’s better at this than I expected,” he comments casually.

Elliot’s muffled groan vibrates through the room, and Mira responds with her own desperate sound. The sight of two men, the display of dominance and submission—it’s clearly affecting her as much as it’s affecting me.

“Perfect,” I growl, my grip on her hair tightening. “My girl is so fucking perfect like this.”

Her eyes snap open, locking onto mine with an intensity that steals my breath. There it is—that fire I’ve been chasing, burning bright even with my cock buried deep in her throat. The defiance is still there, flickering in those hazel depths, but underneath, a vulnerability thrives.

“Fuck,” I breathe, cataloging the moment she stops accepting and starts actively taking. Her tongue slides against me with skill that surprises me, her throat relaxing to accommodate my full length like she was born for this.

She pulls back, her lips creating perfect suction around my shaft before diving down again, taking me deeper. The way she uses her tongue—it’s like she’s studied how to destroy me completely.

"Fuck," I groan, my control fracturing with each deliberate movement. "Show me what that smart mouth can really do."

Her eyes never leave mine, and I can see the satisfaction flickering there as she watches me come apart. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, knows she’s driving me past the point of rational thought.

My grip on her hair tightens as pleasure builds in my spine, white-hot and demanding. “Jesus Christ, you’re going to?—”

She doubles down, taking me impossibly deeper while her tongue does something that makes my vision blur. The combination of skill and that defiant stare is more than I can handle.

“Swallow it,” I command through gritted teeth, feeling my release building to an unstoppable crescendo. “Every fucking drop.”

Her throat works around me, and that’s all it takes. My orgasm tears through me, violent and consuming as I empty myself down her throat. She doesn’t pull away, doesn’t fight it—just keeps those challenging eyes locked on mine while she takes everything I give her.

“Good girl,” I rasp, my voice wrecked as she swallows obediently around my pulsing length. “Such a perfect girl.”

Beside us, Julian’s movements become erratic, his own control slipping. “Swallow,” he orders Elliot, his voice tight with approaching release. “All of it.”

Elliot’s throat bobs as Julian finds his own release, accepting his fate with the same surrender Mira displayed.

Both woman and man are brought to their knees, taking what we demand of them. Perfect submission wrapped in defiant packages.

I pull back slowly, savoring the way Mira’s chest rises and falls with ragged breaths.

Her lips are swollen, slick with saliva, and the evidence of what happened.

Those defiant hazel eyes are glazed now, confusion warring with a darker shame, maybe, or the devastating realization of how completely she surrendered.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice still rough from release. “My fierce angel, reduced to this.”

She tries to turn her head away, but I catch her chin with my thumb, forcing her to meet my gaze. The flush spreading across her chest tells me everything I need to know about her state of mind.

“Don’t you dare take those beautiful fucking eyes off me.” My grip tightens enough to make my point. “Not after what you just did. Not after how perfectly you swallowed every drop.”

Her throat works convulsively, and I can see her trying to rebuild those walls, to find that fire that makes her so goddamn intoxicating. But it’s too late. I’ve seen her break, seen her submit completely, and we both know it.

“You hate yourself right now, don’t you?” I continue, releasing her chin to trace my fingers along her jawline. “You hate how much you enjoyed it and how your reactions betrayed every principle you thought you held.”

She remains silent, but the way her breathing hitches tells me I’ve hit the mark.

I straighten up, adjusting my clothes with deliberate casualness while she remains bound and exposed. The power dynamic couldn’t be clearer—I’m in complete control while she’s helpless and vulnerable.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I say, my voice taking on that commanding tone that brooks no argument. “I’m going to release these restraints. And then you’re going to run.”

Her eyes widen, hope flickering there for a moment.

“Oh, don’t look so relieved, sweetheart.” I lean down, my face inches from hers. “Because I’m going to catch you again. And again. And every time I do, it’s going to be worse for you. More intense. More complete.” I unfasten the restraints around her wrists and then her ankles.

I can see her pulse hammering in her throat, can practically smell the fear mixed with what I can only guess is anticipation. Or dread at how much she might want it.

“The maze has exits, you know. Multiple ways out. But here’s the thing—” I brush my lips against her ear, feeling her shiver. “I don’t want you to escape. And deep down, you don’t want escape either. Do.”

I pull back, watching her face cycle through emotions—denial, anger, and underneath it all, that terrible recognition of truth.

“Run fast, angel. Make it interesting for me.”