Page 92 of Vengeful Melodies

“You don’t make a sound unless I say.” I kiss higher. “You’ll keep those pretty eyes on me while they watch how I ruin you.”

She nods again, desperate.

“Good girl.”

When I finally press my mouth against her over her clothes, I feel her hips jerk. I want to rip the sounds out of her throat, but I won’t. Not yet. Not while they’re watching.

I keep my mouth there, hot breath against her until she trembles.

“Look at you,” I growl. “Already soaked through your panties. For me. With them watching.”

Her fingers clench in my hair as I tease her, lips moving, tongue pressing, never giving enough. Not yet.

I glance over my shoulder.

Takoa’s jaw is tight, knuckles white around the edge of the table. Bash is palming himself through his sweats, eyes glassy, devouring the way her head tips back in silent ecstasy. Alix’s eyes are on her mouth—on the way she tries to stay quiet like a good little thing, failing beautifully.

I sit back on my heels and grab her hand. “C’mere.”

I drag her to the floor, between my legs. She knows what I want. Her hands tremble as she undoes my belt, and I fist her hair with one hand, tilting her head back.

She hesitates for a heartbeat—but only one. Then she’s sliding off the seat in front of me, settling between my legs, looking up like the fucking picture of sin. My pretty Siren, all doe eyes and parted lips, hands resting on my thighs as she waits for my next command.

I unbuckle my jeans, slow. Watching her. Letting the tension stretch until she’s fidgeting with impatience.

"You want it, don’t you? Want to make it up to me, Siren? Want to gag on my cock while they watch you fall apart?" I ask, voice low and filthy. “Want to be my good little slut in front of them?”

She moans, actually moans at the words, and I reach down to tangle my hand in her curls.

“Then open your mouth. Show them who you belong to right now.”

She does. Mouth wide, tongue out, drool already gathering at the corners.

“Fuck, baby,” I hiss, slipping between her lips. “So fucking pretty like this.”

It’s fucking art. Her lips stretch, eyes fluttering, her tongue working me like she was made to do this. Wet. Desperate. Worshipping.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I grit out, tightening my grip in her hair. “Just like that, babygirl. You take my cock so well.”

I glance up—every one of them is watching. Hunger in their eyes. Lust on their faces. Not one of them moves to stop it.

“Fuck, baby,” I hiss, slipping between her lips. “So fucking pretty like this.”

She takes me deep—too deep—and chokes. Tears spring to her eyes, but she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t flinch. Her throat tightens around me, and I can’t help the groan that tears out of me.

“Good girl,” I breathe. “That’s it. Gag on my cock. You’re so filthy, aren’t you? Look at you—on your knees, mouth full of my cock, while they sit back and get off on the show.”

A strangled sound behind me—Alix, maybe, or Bash. Doesn’t matter.

She looks up, still sucking, messy and eager, spit running down her chin and onto my thighs. I tighten my grip in her hair and thrust shallowly, watching her fall apart with every wet, filthy sound.

“You love this. You love being used,” I growl, hips jerking forward. “You’re my nasty little slut, and you don’t care who sees.” She moans and I see stars

“Your mouth.” Thrust. “You're Cunt.” Thrust. “Your Body.” Thrust. “Your fucking soul.” Thrust..

Her breath hitches as she works harder, the wet, slick sounds filling the small space between us. Her throat tightens around me, gagging lightly, eyes fluttering as she struggles to keep control. I grip her hair tightly, guiding her, pushing just enough to break her limits—because she loves the edge, the delicious vulnerability.

The guys are close now, sitting near us, watching with hungry, dark eyes. Their breaths hitch, their bodies tense with want and need, but they hold back—waiting for their turn, feeding off this raw moment between us.