Page 62 of Heartless Heathens

“Good. Let’s go to bed.” He tilted his chin towards the hallway before he stood up and reached his hand out to me.

I took it but as I got off the stool I looked over to his brother, still laying on the couch.

“I think I should stay with him,” I told Felix, who narrowed his eyes at me like he was confused.

“No.” His voice switched from the sweet, warm tone I was accustomed to into a cold one. “Who will keep you from him if he wakes up and it happens again? It’s not safe.” He shook his head and pulled me into him.

“But who keeps him safe?” I asked and he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Ido.” His index finger lifted my chin up and he pressed his forehead to mine before taking a deep inhale. “Come.” He urged me again and I looked back at Corvin one last time.

His chest was rising and falling at a quickened pace, but his eyes had calmed down and stayed shut.

“Have I told you how drop dead gorgeous you look?” He hummed in my ear, guiding me to his room. “I’ve been thinking about the way you taste all day.” He made a desperate kind of noise and it made me ache to feel some type of friction between my legs.

He pressed to my back, and just the same way Sonny did, I could feel a hard thickness against my behind. A hum escaped his throat, and he ran his hands up my waist, palming my breasts with both hands. I bit my lip to contain my moan, dropping my head back against his chest while his touch continued to travel wildly across my body.

“You told her you don’t want us to stop touching you.” He asked, I held my breath.

His hands froze.

“Y-yes.” I gave him what he wanted.

His thumbs barely grazed against the hardened peaks of my nipples, sending a bolt of pleasure down my spine. I went to pull some of the clothing off, but he batted my hands away and shook his head.

“No, keep that on.”

He dropped me to the bed with a bounce and I used my elbows to prop myself up. He unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing. The way he pulled the sleeves off slowly before rolling the shirt off felt almost like its own form of torture. The anticipation growing at the bottom of my stomach was turning me into putty. Every one of his muscles were well sculpted and a hard V shape formed its way into his pants. He loomed over me hungrily, his stare filled with something strong enough to kill.

I swallowed a knot.

“Spread your legs,” he said in that husky tone. I obeyed, parting my knees and spacing my feet apart. “I want to taste you.”

My knees buckled together with his words but he crawled over me and spread them apart himself. His fingers teased against the bodysuit I was wearing, rubbing over the thin fabric and driving me insane with need. Finally he unbuckled the clasp and scissored his fingers inside me.

I gasped, clenching my thighs shut.

“What is it?” he asked with a frown.

“It’s wrong, right? That’s why Reesa was so upset?” my voice trembled in anticipation for the truth.

“You’re the only one who can decide that. Why don’t you tell me?” He disappeared between my legs.

I let out a high-pitched squeak once his tongue made contact with my sex, generously licking over my most intimate parts. He worked slow, methodical circles before he closed his lips and sucked.

“Ahh!” I cried out, pulling his hair with my hands and drawing him closer and closer to me.

“Does this feel wrong to you, pretty girl?” he asked, but I didn’t know how to answer.

He sank his fingers inside me, and I whimpered. It didn’t hurt anymore and I could appreciate the sensation now that there wasn’t a burning pain involved. The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of me filled his room.

He husked out a feral, throaty sound like my pleasure was causing his undoing.

“You’re making me fucking wild. What the hell am I supposed to do with you, pretty girl?”

My head bounced with each thrust and I hit the headboard of his bed every single time. It didn’t matter. That feeling of tightening that started deep in my core was starting to build again. I clawed at his back and he dove his face down, breathing hot against my center.

“This is the prettiest fucking pussy in the world. I wish you could see how good you fuck my fingers.” He pressed his tongue against me and I gasped loudly, turning my head side to side.