Page 44 of The Villain's Beast

“Do you think Gideon is fucking Bellamy right now?” I asked, kissing my way from Luca’s mouth to the curve of his neck.

“Gideon doesn’t fuck anyone.” Luca arched up against me, his cock twitching back to life. “But you do.”

“We talked about this.”

“Tell me how you fucked Bellamy.” Luca dug his fingernails into the small of my back. “Was he the last person you fucked?”

“You’re the last person I fucked.”

I reached up and shoved my fingers into his mouth, partly to silence him and partly so I didn’t hurt him too bad when I shoved them into him. Luca gagged around the intrusion, jaw going wide as he choked. I flattened his tongue, tutting mine against the roof of my mouth.

“There’s no way you’re this out of practice,” I taunted, reaching for the back of his throat.

Tears ran from the corners of Luca’s eyes and he slowly relaxed. My knuckles dusted across his teeth and his cock spasmed against my hip.

“Bellamy wanted to be prepared for Fletcher,” I said, using my hand to angle Luca’s head back at a sharper angle. “I fucked him as hard as he could take it, which you’d have probably considered soft.”

Luca sputtered a laugh around my hand, and I yanked it out of his mouth. Trails of spit connected the back of his throat and my fingertips, splattering across his chest as I reached down blindly between his legs. I forced two spit-slick fingers into his still-stretched ass, covering his mouth with my other hand to stop his cry from echoing through the house.

He sounded so perfect, somine, that I didn’t hear the door open.

I heard it close.

I heard Fletcher’s heavy footfalls, and then beside me, the mattress depressed as he sat down.

I froze.

Luca froze, except for the muscles of his asshole contracting around my fingers.

Fletcher knew about Luca and me. It wasn’t a secret to him, but what was happening right now wasn’t necessarily allowed either. In fact, he’d warned us both when he told us to hide better. A task I’d immediately failed.

“You should have locked your door,” he said quietly, reaching over and brushing Luca’s damp hair back from his forehead.

“I didn’t think I was allowed.”

“Fair point.” Fletcher swallowed, and a twig fell out of his hair, landing in the small space between his knee and Luca’s ribcage. “How many fingers do you have inside of him right now?”

“Two,” I rasped.

“Give him a third.”

I was well on my way to that point anyway, so I did.

Luca loosed another cry against my palm, and Fletcher pressed his palm down against Luca’s forehead, stilling his desperate thrashing.

“Have you fisted him before?” Fletcher asked me, like Luca wasn’t even there.

“Yes.”

“Were you going to?” he asked next, like Luca wasn’t half naked beneath me with most of my hand already up his ass. “Fist him tonight, I mean.”

“I hadn’t planned it out.”

Luca grunted his approval for fisting, and I shot him a death glare.

For what felt like a lifetime, none of us moved until Fletcher finally asked me, “How long has this been going on?”

I knew he didn’t mean the current sex act, but our relationship in general. It was bad enough I’d lied, because the last thing I wanted was for him to doubt my loyalty.