Page 12 of Run, Starlight (The Royal Ballet Presents #3)

LUCKY

I stand in the hall, watching as my brother slides his tongue across her cunt.

The barest hint of light from the emergency signs illuminates them, but from the direction of the light, they’re blind to it.

I didn’t know I could feel jealousy for Enzo, but that’s what this is.

He may be the man possessed, but that little cunt is all I’ve been able to think about for days.

He’s getting to taste it first, and my hands clench at the thought.

But I control myself. She’s not mine, and she isn’t his either.

My brother may be crazy, but I’ve never known him to be stupid. The door was left open for a reason.

Enzo confirms my suspicion as he turns and glances over his shoulder, and locks his eyes on me, not surprised to find me there.

How long has he known I’m watching? I turn the flashlight on my phone, illuminating the space, but her eyes are already covered, so she can’t see.

I nod back to the hallway, a silent plea that he abandons this madness and goes back to killing scumbags for Cygnus.

This girl doesn't deserve to get caught up in his web where things go to wither and die.

I'm not God, I don't pretend to know who is done with their time on this earth, though that's exactly what we do. We end their days as if we have the right. But every asshole who has been over Enzo’s table wasn’t innocent.

She is.

Protecting anyone who isn't Enzo doesn't come naturally to me, but that's what I have to do.

As if the devil is listening to my reluctant thoughts, my brother smirks at me before diving between her legs.

She moans, throwing her head back in a erotic gasp, and fuck me if it doesn't make me dizzy. She parts her legs even farther, an invitation that he takes greedily.

Her big tits bounce at every breath. She's so fucking responsive it’s criminal.

“Miss Marcella…” Enzo bites her thigh.

“Give me more,” she whispers.

“Is that an order?”

She licks her lips and hisses, “Yes.”

Enzo chuckles, using his finger around her clit and taking a whimper from her this time. He turns to me, nodding to her.

He's inviting me in, and I shake my head. Fuck, I don't want him to have her. Why would I get into this mess?

Enzo smirks again and pushes two fingers into her. Marcella shakes around him, and a curse flies from her lips. I'm so fucking hard, it's difficult to think, and he's messing with my head.

He fucks her with his fingers while mouthing, “Come on.” My brother always gets his way, I know it. And he does because I always make sure to keep him happy, but this?

I should be the voice of reason that takes him away from this girl before I'm cleaning up her blood. Not to mention that if Cygnus’s woman finds out we are messing with one of the ballerinas, it might gain a very powerful enemy.

I don't have time to kill Cygnus. That's why I made sure to be an ally when we found ourselves in his territory. He needed enforcers, and Enzo needed his art.

Everything is heading to a messy end all because of this woman, yet I step forward, heading their way.

Maybe I'm just as insane as he is.

My steps are light, making sure I don't make any sound. I keep the flashlight on but don't shine it on her, afraid she can't see it under his tie over her eyes.

The soft light makes her even more beautiful. Her bottom lip is fat and plentiful, begging for my bite. My gaze drops to between her legs. I watch Enzo’s fingers disappear inside her cunt. She takes it all so greedily with a whimper and a curse.

Filthy language sounds delicious coming from her.

I betray my own beliefs when I sink to my knees in front of her altar. I'm the one who stops the madness. I'm the one tasked with protecting Enzo from the world and the world from Enzo.

He removes his fingers, giving me the room.

She smells so good it waters my mouth, and my need for her only grows. He knows this is the way to rope me in. He's willing to share his obsession to make sure I can't stop him.

She tastes like a dessert I shouldn’t try. I give away a little of me when I part her cunt with my tongue and savor all that she has.

Enzo steps away and lets me have it, satisfied that he won once again. I growl between her legs. I sound so much like an animal, she gasps in surprise.

I don't play games like my brother. I'm not an artist. I fuck like the beast I am, no refinement just pleasure and release. When I eat her cunt, I eat it because I am starving for her.

My tongue explores, and every move is for me, not for her. I take my time before I reach her clit. I'm stealing from her, and I act like it.

The fact that Enzo is sharing his new toy and she doesn't even know weighs a little on my mind, but any time I feel guilty, she moans and washes my guilt away.

My tongue works over her clit, and I feel as she melts in my mouth. Her climax is threatening to arrive, and as soon as it does, this madness will end.

“I'm almost there,” she tells us.

I put space between us, and look at my brother over my shoulder. He watches us with a soft look I'm not used to seeing on him.

“Say what you need,” he asks her.

“Fuck me with your fingers.”

She's getting excited about her commands, I can tell. Proud of herself that she can boss Enzo around, not knowing we are always in charge.

I push three fingers inside her. She's a tight grip, and I imagine how it would be to fuck her the way I wish I could. I'm not sure if she could take me. If either of us could survive.

With my tongue on her clit and my fingers fucking her deep, she shatters with a gasp. Her legs shake as I drink hungrily from her cunt.

It’s over, and it's only the beginning.