Page 62 of Too Far

Shut. down.

Grumbling something unintelligible, Nate lowers his camera. He sets it on the island countertop so it’s pointing in our direction, then stalks off toward the living room.

Kylian snags a dish towel from the handle of the oven and drapes it over the lens.

“Whoops.”

I meet his gaze and finally allow myself to laugh. To really laugh. God, this whole situation is absurd.

He catches me around the waist and spins until I’m backed up against the side of the fridge.

“Cameras can’t see us here,” he confirms, tilting my head to the side to expose my neck.

Groaning, he captures me in a deep, passionate kiss.

My clit throbs with need—like he didn’t already get me off three times this morning.

He sweeps his tongue against mine. “I can still taste my cum in your mouth, dirty girl.”

With a hand at my throat, he pins me to the fridge. “As soon as the cameras are gone, I’m going to fuck you on every surface of this kitchen.”

I kiss him back, my breath coming in heavy pulls as I lose myself in the caresses of his tongue and the strain of his fingers wrapped around my throat.

“Are you wet for me, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I pant.

“Still, or again?”

Boldly, I dip two fingers into the front of my shorts and swirl my fingertips around my opening.

“Again,” I confess, lifting my hand to show Kylian the proof.

He squeezes my neck with a growl, then clamps his mouth around my fingers and sucks them clean.

“You like it when I’ve got my hand on your throat, don’t you? You like it almost as much as when I’ve got my tongue up your cunt. And when Kendrick’s got a finger in your ass.”

I squirm, which he reads as a cue to loosen his grip.

“Don’t let go,” I counter, grasping his wrist and guiding his hand back to my neck. “Harder,” I practically beg.

He does as I ask, and my pulse picks up, along with the throbbing of my clit.

“Fuck. You look so hot with my hand gripping you, baby. I wonder if I could talk you to orgasm just like this.”

Blood whooshes in my ears, and my vision goes fuzzy on the edges in the most delicious, promising way.

“Would you like that? If I told you all about how I want to fuck you while one of the boys chokes you with their cock?”

He kisses me again, stealing what little oxygen I have access to.

“Who do you want it to be? Who’s fucking your face while I pound you into the mattress?”

“Decker,” I answer instantly.

With a chuckle, he squeezes my throat again, then moves his free hand to my lips. I open without instruction, whimpering when he murmurs, “Good girl.”

“You loved having Decker’s fat cock in your mouth Friday night, didn’t you, baby?” He presses two fingers into my mouth and drags them back and forth against my tongue. “You’re desperate to get him off again and to make us all watch, aren’t you, dirty girl?”