Page 161 of River of Deceit

I place my hand over her mouth and squeeze her cheeks threateningly. “You will shut the fuck up right now, Pandora. The others are trying to study.”

Pandora laughs against my hand, but she also nods.

I don’t trust her not to start making noises again if I let go, so I keep my hand there.

Not just to keep her quiet.

Because it’s so hot, how I can feel every breath she takes, how her lips brush against my palm.

I wrap my other arm around Pandora’s waist and pull her closer, seating her even further on me. I’m balls-deep inside her, her scent surrounds me, and her small, muted sighs and mewls fill my ears.

I’m drowning in Pandora.

I force myself to start moving, thrusting erratically. I nip and bite her neck and ear and any other bit of bare skin I can reach.

There’s nothing quiet about what we’re doing. Her sounds are muffled, but our bodies thrusting againsteach other make noise, I’m moaning, Pandora keeps slamming her hands against the wall, and who the fuck cares if the entire world knows that I’m banging Pandora Pavone?

“You’re mine,” I growl into Pandora’s ear. “Your slutty cunt doesn’t go anywhere anymore, got it? Me, Asch, and River. That’s it.”

Pandora licks my palm.

I don’t know if that’s an agreement or not, but I know that if I catch another man with Pandora, they’re going to wish I’d been as nice to them as I’d been to Brock.

I let go of Pandora’s mouth so I can rub her clit again. I need to feel her coming around me. She has to want me as badly as I want her. She has to always come back to me… and where the fuck are these thoughts coming from?

“More,” Pandora begs. “Come on, Blaze. You’re being so vanilla right now.”

I make a sound that’s a cross between a chuckle and a groan. I wish I had more than two hands, but I move the one holding her waist up to her mouth and stuff my fingers inside.

“Do something more productive with your mouth,” I say, my coordination strained and sloppy.

She licks my fingers eagerly, treating them as she would a cock. I get my fingers in as deep as I can, all the way to the back of her throat.

Pandora lets out a messy sound, and her pussy tightens around me, her walls rippling along my cock. I try to hold out, but it’s impossible. The heat, the movement, the way she grips me so tight and draws me in further?—

I cry out and spill into her, one last, hard slam. Pandora wails her pleasure.

Yeah, we weren’t anywhere near quiet.

When my breathing steadies, I realize I’m kissing the back of Pandora’s neck. Her hair is sweaty and clinging to her skin.

“Fuck,” Pandora murmurs. “I can’t move, Blaze.”

I wrap my arms around her waist and try to lift her up, but I don’thave the strength for it, and anyway I’m in no rush to remove my cock from her.

“We’ll stay here,” I say, running my tongue along another bruise on her skin. “My cock inside you forever.”

“Like some human centipede situation?” Pandora asks.

I groan and bite down on her shoulder. I wish the t-shirt weren’t in the way, because I would have loved to leave a lasting mark. “Why would you bring that up? That’s gross. Now my cock is going to shrivel up faster.”

“You started it!” Pandora says with a laugh. She shifts so my cock does slip out of her, and she turns around to face me.

I stare into her green eyes with the small flecks of gold. I’m reflected back in her dark pupils, and I wonder how similar we are, us two heirs of violence.

Pandora tilts her head up, and I give her the kiss she’s begging for.

Not harsh, not violent.