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Dante

Malik’s made a detour, cackling over Selene’s wall of jars, mumbling about how he never gets to keep any treasures because it’s against the rules. What he isn’t saying is that the men he’s usually killing in the basement have a bounty on their head and while they can be dead as a doornail, all body parts have to be present to get paid.

Selene glares at me but I just mouth ‘it’s complicated.’

“I’m picking out the next jar, Sparrow.”

He turns toward Selene as I move to stand up against her back, her body going tense. “There is no next jar, Malik.”

There’s no way that’s true. No way that she’d quit cold turkey. I wrap an arm around her waist, my free hand slipping between her thighs, feeling the wetness there. She gasps as she clings to me, my fingers slipping inside of her. “Tell me again you aren’t going to leave a grotesque piece of expression out there next week or the week after. It’s one of your many outlets. Just like this one.”

She lets out a little moan, her head falling back against my shoulder as Malik scrambles closer and yanks my fingers from her pussy. He drops to his knees and sucks them into his mouth, groaning at the sweet taste of her on his tongue. “I’ve been dreaming of this and I always knew she’d be sweet. I’m going to taste you now, Sparrow.”

Selene shudders in my arms, her breath hitching as Malik presses a kiss to her pussy. “Fuck,” she whispers, her hips shifting toward Malik’s mouth.

“Let him have this,” I murmur, my fingers trailing up her stomach, teasing her nipple. “He needs it, and so do you.”

Malik’s tongue works her over, his hands on her thighs as he spreads her wider, her nails digging into my arm. I help her leg over Malik’s shoulder, opening her wider for him, Selene trembling between us. My lips stay on her neck, spilling truths I’ve held for years. “I don’t know what you’re running from, princess but watching you transform into this pretty little monster has been fantastic. I’ve dreamt so fucking long about the day I could tell you I knew everything, for you to know I don’t see you any differently—if not even more precious than you used to be.”

Unable to wait any longer, I reach between us and undo my pants, before guiding my cock slowly into her dripping cunt right alongside Malik’s tongue. She lets out another whimper, her hips bucking forward as we both fill her. “You guys are both bastards.”

I grin against her neck, pulling out and then thrusting deeper. “Keep talking like that and I won’t let you come.”

She tries to wriggle away, but I hold her firm as Malik stuffs two fingers inside of her next to my cock, stretching her further. She gasps, her pussy clenching around us as Malik grins up at us, a predatory grin on those pretty lips. “She gets to come. She’s been a good girl. You told me the good ones get to come,” he rambles as he slides his knife from his pocket, “but I can make it hurt a little?”

Selene tenses in my hold even if I can feel her strangling my cock.

“I’m right here to rein him back in.” Malik won’t intentionally hurt her but that doesn’t mean he won’t lose sight of himself. “Safe word, princess.”

“I don’t care, just finish fucking me.”

And that’s a recipe for disaster. “That bullshit works with me, but not Malik. Safe word, please.”

Her laugh comes out a little nervous, this time as she stares down at Malik. “Heart,” she mumbles. “Heart is my safe word.”

A gleeful cackle falls from Malik’s lips as he dives back in and I pick up my pace. Tonight’s going to be bloody for several different reasons and I have to be a sick bastard to enjoy the idea of Selene staining her sheets red.