Page 110 of Ruptured

Tightening his hand on Fia’s hair, Kaia swayed a little.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Diesel crooned, waving Fia to him and unbuckling his own jeans, taking his cock in hand. Whenshe slurped him into her mouth, he barely felt her. This wasn’t about pleasure. It was about winning. “Do you see, Kaia? She’s an excellent cocksucker. Sometimes, I pay her just so I can come down her throat.”

Kaia sucked in a breath.

Burying his fingers in Fia’s hair, Diesel focused on her. As if she felt his gaze on her, she lifted hers to him and fondled his balls.

“That’s it, baby.” He groaned, afraid to close his eyes. Afraid of who he might see. And it wasn’t Jana or Tabitha.

Frustrated, he held Fia’s head in place and hammered her mouth, but it wasn’t enough to…fuck, what the fuck was wrong with him?

Pulling his dick out of Fia’s mouth, he lifted her into his arms. The moment she wrapped her legs around his waist, he thrust into her.

“You’re so fucking hot and wet.”

She threw her head back and moaned, bouncing on his dick.

“Make me come,” she begged.

He would, later.

Breathing heavily, Diesel halted his thrusts and set Fia on her feet, keeping his hands on her waist until she steadied herself. He put himself to rights, wrapped his arms around her waist, and caressed her, sliding his fingers up. She shivered and goosebumps rose on her skin.

Tweaking her nipples, Diesel sought Kaia’s gaze again. He stood, stroking his cock, torn between mortification and pleasure.

“You can make her come, can’t you, Kaia?”

Kaia grunted, cum spurting from him. He dropped to his knees.

“Do you lick pussy?” Fia purred.

“Rebel,” Kaia mumbled.

Diesel stiffened, and his hand went to one of his guns, holstered at his side. “I beg your fucking pardon? You’ve touched Rebel?”

Fia grabbed Diesel’s wrist. A horrified expression dropped into Kaia’s face and he shook his head.

“No! No. I…no, Diesel. I…she’ll hate me if she finds out—”

Heaving in a breath, Diesel allowed his temper to cool. “Who’ll tell her? Certainly not me. Do you think I go around, discussing who I fucked with mysister?”

“No. I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it,” Diesel argued. “Even if I did—again, I definitely do not—what does it matter? You aren’t a couple. Yet,” he remembered to add. “Until that changes, you’re free to fuck whoever you wish.”

“Rebel doesn’t seem to have a gray area, though. It’s either black or white for her. I can say I fucked Fia because we aren’t in a relationship, but it’s a technicality.”

Kaia saw a lot more than Diesel gave him credit for. “Rebel is spoiled and immature,” he said gravely. “But a man has needs. You’re nineteen with a healthy cock. What Rebel doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

He urged Fia toward Kaia.

When she reached him, she laid on the floor in front of him and opened her legs, massaging her clit.

“Trust me, bro,” Diesel coaxed. “Rebel will never find out.” He nodded to his phone, seemingly so innocuous. “I’ll record you for all those dark, lonely, celibate days when you have only your hand as company while you court my little sister.”

Uncertainty settled into Kaia’s eyes. “Rebel…you won’t…you won’t…she won’t ever see it, will she?”

Annoyed that Kaia didn’t trust him—although he shouldn’t—Diesel glare at the fuckhead. Kaia had proven remarkably resistant, so instead of losing his temper, Diesel shook his head.“Shewon’t see it.” He nodded to Fia. “But Fia might show it to her friends. She does it with the videos she and I make together.”