Page 160 of River of Deceit

“Christ. You’re really asking for it,” I grumble, but I carry her up the front steps. I have to struggle to enter the code into the keypad, with Pandora kissing me and writhing in my arms to distract me.

I manage to carry her up the stairs to my bedroom, all while Pandora peppers me with kisses and drags her nails down my back. It’s only lucky nobody opens their door to check on the commotion.

As soon as I’ve got the door to my bedroom closed, I drop Pandora. She makes a disappointed sound.

I slam her against the wall next to the door and trap her there, my arms boxing her in. I’m taller than her, and stronger, but instead of fear, her eyes are wide with desire.

“You’d better keep quiet while I fuck you against this wall,” I growl.

“Oh nooo,” Pandora says breathlessly. “Please don’t, Mr. Bouchard, sir.”

My cock rises to attention. Even in her playful, sarcastic tone, those words have an effect on me.

I grip her hair and force anotherkiss on her, except there’s nothingforcedwhen she kisses me back eagerly and matches my enthusiasm beat for beat.

Keep an eye on her, my father had said.

I know Pandora’s got her own agenda, but it’s so easy to forget when I can’t stop thinking about her. She never backs down, she always plows ahead with what she wants, and she’s not even remotely afraid of me.

I didn’t realize how attractive that last part would be.

“If you’re wearing panties you care about, I’d suggest stripping them off right now,” I say, tugging at the belt loops of her tight jeans.

Pandora laughs softly. “What is it with you guys and destroying my undies? You keep that up, I’ll have to start going commando.”

Like I really see the problem with that.

I undo the button and zipper and start pushing the jeans down, revealing lacy, hot pink panties.

I guess I know what Pandora expected when she showed up here.

“Not like you can’t afford more of these,” I point out. She swats my hand and pushes the jeans and underwear down.

Her pussy is as neatly shaved now as it had been at the hotel. I cup it and run my finger over the hard nub of her clit. She moans and pushes into my hand, meeting my movements with small thrusts.

“You’ve got some audacity,” I murmur, leaning in to bite the nape of her neck, where there’s a barely perceptible bruise. A reminder of her night with us.

I suck on the bruise to bring it back to life, all while I continue to rub her clit. Pandora moans loudly, not caring at all that she’s supposed to be banned from the house.

She’s right that I don’t care either.

“I told you to keep quiet,” I hiss anyway, pulling my hand away.

“Oh, no, keep going,” Pandora whines. She grabs my wrist and tries to direct it back to her pussy, but I take her and spin her around to face the wall. She squeaks, but she also lifts her ass out to me in clear invitation.

I drag my clothed erection over the bare skin of her ass. “One of these days, you’re going to regret playing with fire.”

Pandora starts giggling and shakes her head. “I don’t think I will. The only thing I’m regretting right now is that your cock isn’t inside me, Blaze.”

Me too. I fumble with my belt, getting my jeans and underwear down enough to free my erection. I stroke myself a few times, then line up against her already slick cunt from behind.

“You’re such a slut,” I growl, biting down on the shell of her ear.

Pandora moans and snaps her head back. “I’m a slut for you, and Asch, and River,” she answers. She wiggles her hips, rubbing against my cock and sending sharp spikes of pleasure through me.

Well, if she wants it so bad, who am I to refuse?

I grip her hips and thrust into her without further warning. She’s tight, so fucking tight, and I lose my breath as I drive my cock inside. Pandora mewls for me, and she’s so loud even though I told her to keep her voice down.